Father of Equus

by Trithtale

When the world has no one to protect it from the horrors unseen, then who will step up to the job? That is where I come in. My name is Jonathan Creekers, but here I am known as Father Gascoigne and I have lived for over 2500 years. And everything has been taken from me. Everything except my three dear children, I just hope I can live long enough to see them grow up.

2. Chapter 2

The day was cloudy and beginning to rain, but I didn't mind it because of how excited I was for my first convention ever. Even if it wasn't one of those big ones like Comic-Con or LunaCon. But it was still a con, and I had even managed to convince one of my friends to cosplay with me at it. Him dressing as Henryk and me as Father Gascoigne and I was right now putting on the final touches of my outfit, those being the scarf and the eye bandages. Which normally would impede my vision, but these ones were made of a special material that were see through on one side and solid on the other, and were still made of cloth. The only bad part was that I couldn't get Gascoigne's hat in time and just as I finish up with the bandages I hear a knocking on my front door along with my friend yelling at me.

"Hey Jonathan hurry up, it cold out here and its raining." He yelled at me, and I replied that I was coming.

"I'm coming, I'm coming. Don't get your britches in a twist." I said as I moved to the front door and opened it after grabbing my gun and axe. And after I opened it I was greeted to my friend decked out in Henryk's set with his weapons.

"Well don't you look snazzy? Its to bad that you couldn't get the hat, then it would have been perfect." My friend said to me.

"I know mate, I wish I could have gotten it to, but enough standing around lets get going." I said as we got into my car and headed to the con, which took about 3 hours to get there, and after we got in my friend told me he was going to go watch some panels. And I went to the merchandise booths to see if anyone had a hat that was at the least similar to Gascoigne's. Which after an hour of looking I finally found the perfect hat. The hat being an exact replica of Gascoigne's.

"Find something you like good hunter?" I was asked by a women who was dressed as The Doll.

"Actually yes, how many echoes is this hat?"

"For you good hunter, fifty echoes." She told me, and since I was getting a great deal because I knew the hat would cost probably about one hundred and fifty dollars from a tailor, I bought it. But as soon as I put the hat on, I burst into what looked like flames and all I could hear was the woman's laugh as I blacked out.