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Challenge #01419-C324: Creatures of the Night

Quote from Hellboy: There are things that go bump in the night. We're the ones who bump back. -- Anon Guest

[AN: I haven't had the dosh to acquire the original comics, alas. I want to get them though.]

From ghoulies and ghosties and long-leggity beasties...

It was a fine thing to believe in a merciful god. Chanda endorsed it. Belief is a powerful thing and a defense against certain evils. Unfortunately, with belief in the good, comes belief in the evil.

And that's where people like Chandra came in. She was a Sensitive. One of those who could sense the presence of the evils that many could not perceive.

Some could See. Some could Hear. Some could only find them by the pricking of their thumbs. Chandra could Smell them. She had a small fraction of the Sight, and spotting them only worked in close range, and then by an aura first, before they manifested in full.

She worked nights, of course. The things that go bump in the night did all their nefarious deeds in the wee small hours. And, because of the Network of Sensitives, she had a patrol in the early, early morning. Riding a bicycle, because she couldn't always smell them in a car, and making sure her beat was free of the more evil ones. The leg-walkers were scary but harmless, and the Shadow People knew better than to do more than just mess with people when there was a Sensitive around.

But there were the persistent ones who just didn't get it and insisted on trying something. And it was her job to convince them of the error of their ways. Tommyknockers, vampires, succubi, incubi, bogeymen, you name it. They had instincts to harm people, and she had a duty to stop them.

By any means necessary.

There were things that went bump in the night. She and her fellow Sensitives were the ones who bumped back.

They had the ability to find them. Therefore, they had the duty to police them.

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