Hey guys, this is my first attempt at a fan fiction. It will follow the hunter throughout the events of Bloodborne. I am starting the story slightly before you sign the contract with the blood minister in the beginning so I can flesh out the start a bit. This story will focus more on the journey and trials the hunter faces than the fights between the common mobs. Some of the story will be changed { Some NPCs will leave their house, some minor changes with the great ones etc}. Please, to those who do read this, let me know where I can improve, just no flaming please. Constructive criticism is welcome.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Bloodborne, It belongs to Hidetaka Miyazaki and FromSoftwear
[ Narrator's Point of View ]
The soft rumbling of wooden wheels striking against cobblestone greeted the man as he awoke. Letting a soft yawn escape his mouth the man slowly sat up, lazily taking in the interior of the carriage. Dark red velvet lined the seats and floor of the carriage, while the sides and doors were left bare, exposing the dark wood of the vehicle. Sighing, the man worked the kinks out of his body and leaned forward hoping to talk to the driver.
" Excuse me, but how much longer until we reach Yharnam..?" The man asked calmly, his voice strong and loud, despite having just woke up. Moments passed before the driver responded, turning his head slightly as he did.
" We should be arriving within ten minutes sir, shall I wake you upon arrival ?" The driver responded, only his head visible to the man. He wore a dark brown cap, professionally made, that contrasted with his light blonde hair. Anything from the neck down was obscured by the carriage.
Shaking his head the man leaned back into his seat, looking out the window with hopeful eyes " No, I won't be falling asleep again.. Not when I'm so close to my cure.." The man's voice trailed off slightly, prompting the driver to raise an eyebrow smirking before shaking his head and turning back to face the sunlight streets of outer Yharnam.
The sung sat high in the sky, warming the faces of innocent children as they ran about the fields in youthful ignorance. The bodies of men and women could be seen tending to their crops and livestock in hopes of making enough coin to support their families throughout the coming months. As the carriage crossed the threshold between Outer Yharnam and Central Yharnam, green fields gave way to tall stone buildings that would be imposing if not for the lively atmosphere throughout Yharnam.
As the carriage slowed, both occupants saw a large building with several tall pillars that reached up into the sky from the roof of the building. The entrance was sealed off by a large iron doors. There were gravestones in the front, some freshly erected while others seemed to have molded with the ground. " Sir, we have arrived at the clinic you spoke of, I shall wait here for you to finish your business and return." The driver stated as he calmed the suddenly spooked horses out by the front of the carriage. Stepping out, the man looked around with now alert eyes. The sun brought his form into clear sight for all around him. Standing at six feet and two inches, he has a fit build and has a stern expression, yet has soft blue eyes. His eyes are framed by a pair of silver rimmed glasses that hold back a majority of his long ashen gray hair. He has a neatly trimmed beard that connects evenly with his mustache, both the same color as hair. Tucking his hands into the pockets of his dress pants, the man begins to walk up to the gate. Pushing open one of the iron doors, he turns his head back to the driver offering no verbal response, only nodding before disappearing into the graveyard in front of him.
As the man walked past the multitude of gravestones, he offered up a silent prayer of respect for all the deceased around him. As he approached the door of the building he noticed a small iron sign beside the door reading ' Iosefka's Clinic '. Nodding to himself, he raised a gloved hand to knock against the door but before his knuckles touched the wooden door, it opened revealing a older man wearing a dark brown hat and matching coat. " Hello.. you must be my appointment today.. I am the Blood Minister of this clinic, please come in." The blood minister retreated back into the building, letting the man enter. Taking in his surroundings, he swallowed down his unease at the sight of the many surgical tools. Since he learned about his illness, the man had become very knowledgeable about those tools, knowledge from both books and personal experience. Pushing past his uneasy feelings, the man strode further into the building, following after the minister. They both entered what seemed like a private operating room where he was asked to sit on the metal operating table.
" Let's see here..Ah.. here you are. Now, if you could just sign this contract I will begin the transfusion." The minister handed the man a piece of paper that displayed all of the man's information, save for his name. Picking up the ink quill handed to him by the minister, the man signed his name before handing it back to the minister."Good. All signed and sealed. Now let's begin the transfusion. Oh, don't you worry. Whatever happens... You may think it all a mere bad dream..." That was the last thing the man heard before blacking out. The Blood Minister let a sad smile grace his lips as he held up the newly signed contract. " Mithgail Soulthien, Joins the Hunt. Poor child, you haven't the faintest idea what hell you just stepped into.." The minister finished his quiet welcome and leave the room, contract in hand.
[ Mithgails' POV ]
Pain. All I feel is pain. I can't really see anything but the pool of blood that has appeared by my resting place. Squinting my eyes, I feel my heart jump to my throat as I see a fleshy blood soaked claw emerge from the bubbling pool of red. Seconds passed, and a hulking mass of decaying flesh followed the claw out. Standing beside me, reaching a glinting claw towards my head was a snarling lycanthrope. Panic coursed through me, but I found myself paralyzed. Already resigning to my fate, I began to close my eyes in preparation only to be surprised as the beast went up in flame. Watching with nervous fascination, I let out a heavy sigh as the beast died. Relaxing, I turn my head to face the ceiling only to feel a soft tugging on my legs. Looking down, I saw a pale head raise up. I felt no fear towards it, I don't really feel anything about it all.. if anything, it seemed to.. belong.. with me. I saw more of the same creatures appear around me. They started to crawl up my legs, soon enough they were in my face, reaching out with empty expressions on their faces. Before they touched me I felt my vision fading, the pale creatures fading away with the soft groans they made. Though, one thing unnerved me. As everything thing else faded, I heard one thing clearly, it was the voice of a woman. The voice was soft and welcoming but it.. sounded hollow. Just before blacking out, I remember what the voice said perfectly.
" Ahh, you've found yourself a hunter..."
Opening my eyes once again, I hold my breath waiting for the same event to play out again but.. nothing happens. Exhaling, I slowly push myself up into a sitting position. Swinging my legs off the table, I slide off and onto my feet. After finding my balance I began to walk around the room, the room was the same as the one where I had my transfusion. Shaking my head, I begin to walk towards entrance, only to find two pale sheets of paper. The first I picked up seemed to have, all of my information. From my physical description, to my service in the military.. brief as it was. Tucking the paper into the back pocket of my pants, I turn my gaze to look at the second paper furrowing my eye brows in confusion as I read what was written.
' Seek Paleblood to transcend the hunt '
" Paleblood..? Hunt..? Is this supposed to mean something to me..?" Tucking the second paper away with the first, I turn and start to walk down towards the doorway. Pushing the doors open, I flinch at the loud creak it gives off. I look up and frown as I see a yellowish orange light fill the clinic, lighting my path although barely. I begin to walk down the stairwell, slowly becoming more and more nervous, the only sounds I can hear are my footsteps and my own breathing. Letting out a shaky breath as I step into a large room, filled with books and benches. I walk straight ahead only to stumble to the side, narrowly avoiding a large hole in the middle of the floor.
' A.. hole..? Where did that come from.. it definitely was not there when I arrived.' I am torn from my thoughts by a soft grumbling coming from down the hallway. Getting to my feet, I begin to walk towards the sound calling out to it. " H-Hey ? Minister, is that you..? Could you tell me where all the other patients went..? I woke up after a strange dream, only to find myself alone.. and what happened to the floor back there..?" As I continue talking, the sound stops. Waiting for a response, I enter the room and feel my blood run cold. Standing on the other side of the room was the same hulking beast that I dreamed clawing it's way out of a pool of blood. The only difference was this beast was covered in a black fur, it's maw soaked in the blood of whatever it was eating.
The creature seemed to notice my vulnerability and started charging at me. Snapping back to reality, I jumped back, it's sharp claws tearing through the air where I once stood. Adrenaline coursing through my veins, I waste no time sprinting past it making sure to flip an operating table on its side as I ran. My heart beat echoed in my ears as I set my eyes on the long but narrow staircase that leads to the front door. I turn my head to look back, and instantly regret it as I watch the beast tear through the table like it was paper and begin charging at me again.
" Fuck..! It's going to get me at this point! " I yelled out as I started my run again, pushing myself off the walls as I reach the door. Not wasting time wit handles, I shoulder charge through the door and end up tripping. Seeing the ground rush up to meet me, I cover my head with my forearms and feel my body collide with the ground. Groaning in annoyance, I kick my feet off the ground, lunging forward towards the large metal gates. I can almost hear the beast breathing down my neck as I pass through the gates and begin to close them. Surprised by how heavy they were, I slam my entire body into it. The gate lets a loud groan of stress out as it slams shut. Looking up, I see the beasts claw rapidly approaching my head. Wide eyed, I pull my head back as the claws miss my head but one catches my upper eyebrow and drags down over my left eye and down to my chin. Falling onto my back, I cry out in agony as I raise a hand to hold the deep gash on the side of my head.
" Damn it ! How could I have been so careless!? " I snap at my self, making sure not to raise my voice. Hoping not to attract anymore of those beasts. Rolling onto my stomach, I get on my knees and begin to stand up. Letting my hand fall, I thank the gods that my vision is intact. Wiping the blood out of my eye, I struggle to stifle the cry of pain, turning to look at the gate I see the beast prowling back and forth in front of it as if waiting for me to open it. Shaking my head in disbelief, I turn and begin walking away before a rotten aroma surrounds me. Gagging, I cover my mouth and nose. Turning my head, I see the once beautiful horse that carried both me and the driver here. It was torn apart, rotting and surrounded by flies. Rushing past it, I find a dead body a small distance from the carriage. Immediately recognizing the corpse as the driver, I run. I run straight down the street, and turn around a stopped carriage only to find another locked gate.
"Son of a bitch.. The only exit is gated off.. " I mutter angrily as I slam my open palm against the gate, a loud clang filling the air as I vent my anger on the gate repeatedly hitting it. Catching my breath after calming down, I turn around only to feel a jagged, but sharp, wood ax tear across my chest. Coughing up blood, I stare at the man in front of me.
" Fault... you're.. fault.. It's all your fault!" The man screamed as he reared his ax up for another swing. Lunging forward, I tackle the crazed man into the side of the carriage and manage to wrestle free the ax he was holding. Quickly distancing myself, I grip the ax with both hands and hold it up in front of me I glare at the man who was standing back up.
" Stop! Stay where you are, or else! If you come any closer I'll kill you!" I threaten the man who was walking towards me, brandishing a lit torch he starts swinging it a me with no aim or skill, all the while he was accusing me of something. ' M.. My fault..? ' I think as I back away from one of his swings. ' What is he talking about..?' I open my mouth to question him, only to see the torch heading for my face. I close my eyes and swing my arms on instinct, I hear the man let out a short groan before the sound of liquid spilling fills my ears. Opening my eyes, I drop the ax in horror as i watch the man fall back, a deep gash travelling up his stomach. Dead, he hits the ground as his blood spills out on the cobblestone ground below.
I felt the bile rush up my throat and quickly turn away, unable to cover my mouth in time I empty my stomach on the streets. Resting my hands on my knees, I dry heave as my system tries to purge the contents of my stomach. Wiping my mouth, I run towards the carriage I arrived in and quickly get into it. Pressing my back up against the far side of the carriage. Wiping my hands, I close my eyes trying my best to forget the life I just took. Managing to calm myself down after a few minutes I let my guard down and try to get some sleep. As I tune out the world around me, I faintly hear the carriage door opening. Opening my eyes, I hear a almost animalistic roar from another crazed man before his sword pierces my chest, skewering my lungs before he pulls he blade out and drives it into my chest again, piercing my heart.
Coughing up blood once again, I watch as the world around me grows darker, my body slowly being taken my deaths embrace.