Vayne; the broken hunter..
She leans down on her knees to examine the dirt between her fingers.
She sees a spotted trail of blood, leading Vayne to the witch she is chasing
As she runs down the trail of blood shes calm and collected, knowing this is just another idiot thinking black
magicks will protect them.
Shuana Vayne.
The little girl in the cupboards.
"Where is she?!" The witches scream at Vayne's mother.
"For the last time, I'm telling you, shes not here!" she replies with a steady voice, trying to calm
her shaking body. She can't be weak, for she knows that her daughter is watching the situation
"We know you know where she is. We don't appreciate liars" one witch snarls as she kneels down next to a body of a passed out man "It'd be a shame to let this man's life go to waste because you don't want to be honest with us. Don't you agree, Lucy?"
The man lay there, helpless. The witches knocked him unconscious when he tried to attack them with his cross bow.
Lucy looks at her husband about ready to cry. She looks down at her feet with a heavy heart "I really don't know where my daughter is anymore.."
"I guess you really didnt love your man"
All she can do is sit there, helplessly watch as they slide a knife across his throat.
Vayne has been watching the entire thing from the cupboards, silent but feeling her heart ready to fail in shock and depression.
She wants to break out and save her father, but her muscles are frozen solid as she sees her mother look over at her with tear
filled eyes.
Just as their eyes meet for the last time one of the witches grabs Lucy by her hair and bashes her head against the corner of the wall, throwing her body aside after the fatal blow.
The witches, without saying another word rustle into one dark matter that seeps out of the kitchen window and into the cold night.
Vayne is left there, under the kitchen cupboard, bathing in the situation that she just witnessed.
The police arrive at the house a few hours later to find two murder victims and their child under the cupboard who they move to foster care.
That night was the night Vayne lost everything. That night something was planted inside of her that would vow to cleanse
runterrra of black magic so no one would have to go through and expirence the fear she felt that night.
Vayne snaps out of that memory as the cold night air blows against her face. She's suppose to be working, not taking a trip down memory lane.
She looks up at the gentle glow of the moon as she fastens her cross bow on her arm, "Just like fathers.." She thinks to herself for a moment before
Walking along the blood trail once again.
The trail ends here, infront of an old abandoned barn. As the she opens the door she sees a witch, trying to patch up her wounds vayne inflicted on her the first encounter
they had.
"Well, well." she mumbles just loud enough so the witch could hear her. As the injured suspect turns around shes struck with
fear and terror, just seeing vayne's silhouette is enough to send the witch into a state of panic. She gets on her hands and knees pleading for vayne to spare her life,
But before she could finish her words the sound of the crossbow firing downs out any last words the witch may have had.
"Abracadabra" Vayne muttles to herself softly, the sounds of her feet cracking against the soil and hay are the last things the dying witch will ever hear.
She walks out back into the cold night her, the moon's soft glow shining off her silver arrows. She fastens up her equipment and heads off,
her nightmares of the past still running rampant.