Hunter
Author's Note: I got the idea to write this from Alex Rider so let me just say now that I don't own the rights to Alex Rider.
Lets get one thing straight- I'm not a monster hunter, I'm a skeleton hunter. I search the world for these complex creatures and kill them; well I kill them as much as you can kill a skeleton.
My parents were murdered and I then lived with my only other living relative, my uncle. He supposedly died in a car crash, but I intend to figure out how he really died. If you live up to the Rider family, you don't die in something as simple as a car crash. We fight monsters and rid the world of them; we don't die like any other, regular human being, the only way for us to die is at the hand of a monster.
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I raced down a shady, dark lane. I could sense a skeleton near by. It was rare that I found the creature, usually they found me. I raced along, I was nearly there, I could feel it.
I rounded the corner in time to see a white figure to round the next corner. I sprinted forward, drawing my sward as I went. I turned the corner and charged at the monster. I turned a split second to early and had just enough time to jump out of the way. He turned in rage. This time it was it that charged me instead of me charging it. It conjured something out of now where, it too had a sword. The moonlight glistened off the shiny silver. It would have been a beautiful sight except for the fact that it was trying to kill me. I deflected it with my sword, but in doing so I received a deep cut on my arm that caused my arm to erupt in a fierily pain. I turned, but it was already advancing on me. I deflected again, this time receiving a gash on my cheek. I turned and charged at the skeleton. This time I drove my sword into its arm, golden blood started to flow out. It staggered back in shock. I took advantage of it being in shock and tried to stab it where its heart would be but it deflected what would have been its death hit. It dodged, tucked, and rolled and appeared behind me. I spun and charged. The next few minutes were a mixture of dodging, fencing, and the occasional jab of pain. I was getting exhausted at an alarming rate, I knew I couldn't hold out much longer, and it knew it too; for it sneered and went full on.
"Let them do the work," I heard a voice say.
Bewildered I looked around, but was brought back quickly by a sharp pain in my leg. I spun on it and did what the voice said, I blocked blow after blow. As the skeleton began to tire, I gained energy. I blocked until it realized what was happening. It stopped and began to circle me and I it. That was when it made its final error. It tilted its head back and laughed. I charged and stabbed it where it should have a heart. Its laugh turned into a cry of pain. I withdrew my sword and watched not in joy or thrill, but with hatred and disgust. It fell on all fours and disappeared with a satisfying pop. As it disappeared I fell onto my knees in exhaustion.