Still figuring out the site but I was itching to do a story after reading all this cool work. Rated T for violence, probably, and we'll see what happens...
Prologue
The brilliance of the sun is blurred by a three foot veil of salt water, so I can stare hopelessly up at it without being blinded. The pain in my chest makes me want to breathe, but it would hurt worse to move, so instead I just let a tiny bubble of air through my teeth and watch it float up into that heavenly looking sunlight. The image is so peaceful. Well, it was except now the pints of blood swilling out of my open wound are clouding up and ruining everything.
I am so stupid. Everywhere I went, as bad as things got, I was that much safer because I never forgot the words Deacon gave me when I was first starting out. "Know your limits. Never take a job you can't handle. You're only in this for the money, so keep it about the money. You do it right, you can retire in 10 years. One wrong move, you could die at any second. Eyes out, boy, eyes out," he had said. Sure, I went a bit too big for my britches at times, taking on a job a bit bigger than my pay grade so I could get more clients and get out of the game quicker. But then it stopped being about money, and before I knew it I was taking jobs because of words.
"Omega Weapon will destroy the Planet. Find Omega Weapon. Defeat Omega Weapon. You may be the only one who can," the Sages told me. Dirty Sages. Old warriors who can't stop talking about the Lifestream, or the Planet, or "the greater good." Sitting at a fire with my girl- …fiancé was my Lifestream. The truth is that there were other people who could have dealt with this. I could have sent that retard Denzel whining in the other direction, but no I let myself believe it had to be me. Now I'm gonna die here, alone and forgotten like just another amateur monster hunter who doesn't know his place. Just another funny cliché within the Hunter Clan, who's memories are passing before his eyes…