First published story on here and I'm a bit out of my depth when it comes to this site but I'll only improve with good criticism. Also a list of songs listened to when writing this if it helps to get the feel/atmosphere:

- Bloodborne OST - Moonlit Melody

- Bloodborne OST - Gehrman, the First Hunter

- Bloodborne OST - Hunter's Dream

Cold whispers echoed through the air, something only they could hear as they slowly awoke. The freezing, biting air filled their lungs, clearing away the cobwebs in their chest like they hadn't breathed in centuries. Their joints felt rusty, they ached as they tried to stand from sleeping against a tree in an unfamiliar land.

They weren't were they originally fell asleep, so they immediately assumed that the lush green grass and the trees around them were just another sick and twisted dream. But what did they dream? And why did they immediately assume that they were still lost in their sleep?

They couldn't place an answer as they clutched at their head, the whispers becoming stronger as they reached for something on their belt only to find that there was nothing there. They felt incomplete yet they didn't know why, they didn't know what was missing and why both of their hands were shaking or felt too light, like as if they needed to be holding something heavy in each hand. Instead they just looked around before setting on their path to find, something. They didn't know what but silent solitude was not fitting for them, not when the whispers were growing sharper and clearer in the silence.

So they chose a direction and walked, leaving behind the tree they woke up leaning against.

For all the forests and woods they had ever seen, they knew nothing like the simplistic but calm place they were in now. And it didn't take them long to hit a strong stone path leading straight towards an open gateway into something the likes of which they had never seen before. They stepped through the dark iron gates and out into what they assumed to be a street, the only difference being that instead of towering stone buildings, cathedrals or towers, they were replaced with bland, dizzyingly tall metal structures that shone in the sunlight that slowly rose on the horizon.

So they had lived to see dawn... Yet why they felt that way, so relieved... It confused them to no end.

But even as they walked along, something was amiss. The huge, metal carriages with no horses were all empty even though they had seats within them and signs of being used. The streets were completely silent, there was nothing but the wind and the whispers. However, something finally broke that silence.

"Hey."

The heavy leather and dark fabric rustled as they quickly turned around, looking for the source of the voice only to find the only humanoid thing in the entire area other than themselves. He was muscular, but clad in the oddest garments they had ever seen, consisting of such bright tones of red and blue that they had never seen used for clothing before and yet, it didn't seem like clothing. It clung tightly to him whilst completely concealing his identity like the black fabric scarf around their face and their hat. The main distinguishing feature of it though was the spider emblem on his chest.

"Greetings..." Their muffled voice rang out, stronger than they expected but they continued on, waiting for any response.

"Okay then... Are you alright?" He asked, tilting his head go the side as he jumped down off one of the empty, metal carriages, showing to them that he was also tall as well as muscular. The same height as themselves when they finally realised it.

"I, do not know where I am." They managed to reply after a moment thought, for even they didn't know if they were okay. All they knew was that they felt incomplete.

"Well you're in Manhattan, does that ring any bells?" They shook their head. "New York State?" They silently refused. "America?" And again. "Earth?" They shook their head a final time and he just hummed, rubbing the back of his neck before tilting his head up to look at the clouded sky. "Well maybe you might know what's going on with that then." He pointed up at the sky and so they turned around, feeling a sudden wave familiarity and broken memories flood their mind to which they nearly lost their balance, clutching at their head once more as they tried to think clearly. The dark clouds swirled, sometimes breaking to let a mysterious reddish grey light shine through even though the sun was still rising in the distance. It was like as if a second sun had appeared in the sky only to be hidden by the ominous clouds. "Hey whoa! Are you sure you're alright?" He suddenly jumped to their side, laying his hands on their shoulders as they struggled to keep their mind straight and the strange, boiling feeling in their veins calm. It was like something was trying to call to them, or that something was trying to change them entirely, from the inside out.

"I cannot- It makes no sense I- I have seen that sky but it feels like a dream- The pain will not stop, it is... Something is missing?" They managed to rant out inbetween the flashes of pain and memory, like a thousand wounds were being inflicted upon them over and over again and for some reason they felt the need to punch something into the side of their leg, which immediately clicked with the word blood that had jumped to the front of their mind the way a predator would, lurking in the shadows before pouncing and killing every other thought.

Blood... Somehow everything was tied to that one word and they didn't know why. And concentrating on that word, how it coursed through their veins, how it was essentially the thing keeping everything alive, it managed to clear away their pain. "Blood... Dreams... What did I dream..? Cannot remember... Pale... Blood... Why can I not remember..? It makes no sense."

"Hey! Hey calm down we'll figure something out alright?" His strange accent, the faint traces of warmth that spread from his hands through the fabric of their jacket and the shirt they wore underneath, it was all enough to tear them out of their strange trace and they looked up, shadow hidden eyes meeting his which lay behind that peculiar mask.

They took in a deep breath, closing their eyes under the shadow of their hat as they slowly exhaled, finally controlling their tumultuous thoughts and trying to stand up straight only to find that whatever wound they had suffered in the past had decided to catch up on them. They felt like they were being held together by weak thread, weak strands that struggled to keep them alive. "Need to get you out of here—"

"I- I am fine.. Trust me—"

"Look I can barely trust you to stand up without falling over or something at the moment, so just, try to stay awake." He wrapped their arm around his shoulder, easily taking their weight as he walked them along, or rather helped them limp along. They felt like they were falling apart, and they probably were. Yet they still had no idea as to why that was. "So, what's your name?" He asked softly, his strange accent adding an odd note to his voice that they had never heard before.

"My name is-" They stumbled a little and instead he just tightened his grip on them, securing his arm around their waist as he almost carried them along. "My name is, Harper... I think.."

"You think? Jeez something bad must have happened to make you question what your own name is... I'm Spider-Man by the way." He introduced himself and they couldn't help but give him a quizzical look that he no doubt didn't see since he was too busy navigating them through the odd metal carriages.

"I would say that it is a pleasure to meet you under any other circumstance, but right now..." They couldn't help the cry of pain that ripped through their throat, they truly were bleeding now, they could feel the warm rush of liquid ooze from their wounds all across their body and they had to stop. Their white shirt becoming crimson in a moment and it was clear from the way the white shapes on his mask widened that his eyes behind the mask widened too. "Well... It is fairly obvious why..." They managed a weak chortle before their legs completely gave out from underneath them, darkness clawing at the edges of their vision before finally snatching hold of them and yanking them into the cold darkness.

They almost expected a dream, or to wake from one, or to wake into another and into another after that like a never ending spiral. They felt like they were going through insanity. But they wouldn't know until they awoke from their slumber... Unless they found that this darkness was never going to leave them first.