What Wouldn't I Give

[Nox]

"Why did you cut your arm off, Mr. Durante?"

Nox sighed and shook me. "You won't believe me, so I'm just going to tell you, the voices told me to."

"The voices? Tell me about them."

Nox growled. "There are no fucking voices." But that was a lie, he'd just seen and heard his dead sister clear as day in his head. But she had not told him to cut off his arm. "Let me explain it very. slowly. for. you. I'm an Atharim field hunter, ex actually but still doesn't matter. I hunt the things that go bump in the night. I was hunting them with Detective Ivan Sarkozy and Officer Viktor Lih on behalf of Detective Dorian Vega. I have his fucking number. We went into the tunnels under the city and ran across a bunch of creatures out of some fucked up assholes creation and they swarmed us. One bit me. These creatures look and act like chupacabar's with a lot more spreading power but they don't present as chups. It's hard to explain... again doesn't matter. It bit me they spread by parasites from fluid to fluid contact. In order to not turn into one of them I had cut off my fucking arm." As I was ranting to the doctors who were about to put me up in the loony bin I hit Dorian's number on my wallet and let him listen to the conversation going on.

"Nox?"

I growled, "Tell these nice doctors I'm not mental."

I handed the nearest doctor my wallet...