Hello and welcome back. we return once again to another chapter. Currently Our psychotic vault hunter has found himself somewhere far from what he calls home. Now he will be walking in a new world of madness.

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CH2: Part of the Hunt

Krieg opened his eyes to the dark room. He could not see the old man anywhere.

We should get moving. We need to figure out where this Yharnam place is.

He tried to move his body, but to no avail. Nothing was restraining the psycho, so seeing as he did not have any strength in his body concerned Krieg. Fragmented memories of his past flow into his mind. It reminded him of the time where he was under the knife being an experiment. It angered both personalities as they tried to move. Krieg heard something to his left. He saw a wolf like creature appear from a pool of blood on the ground. It looked wild, tattered, and covered in blood. It slowly moved towards the immobile vault hunter. Still doing everything he could to move, Krieg could only stare at the beast. The wolf brought its massive claws to Krieg's face. Before it could slash at him, the wolf was consumed by flames. It writhed in pain and soon vanished from his sight. The voice let out a sigh of relief. He had never seen a beast like that before. who knew what it could have done to him. Suddenly, the psycho felt something on his leg. He saw a little white creature with a monstrous head. It slowly crawled up to his face. Another one popped on Krieg's side. Then another. More. Several of them all stared down at Krieg as the psycho lost consciousness once more.

"BAD TOUCH!"

Krieg shot up from the stretcher he was lying on. He looked around for the wolf and the white creatures from before. Nothing was in the room. He looked around to see that he was inside some sort of hospital. He found his buzz axe lying on a desk. He picked it up and looked it over. It appeared to be untouched. He gave it a few swings as well. His strength did not feel hindered. Krieg felt like he was back to his "normal" self.

Great. Now can we get a move on?

"STOP TALKING TO ME"

Krieg bashed his head with his axe and recoiled back. After that, he opened the door he thought was an exit. Going down some stairs, the psycho heard some growling. He looked out into a large lobby to see the wolf feeding on a body. Krieg could not tell if the body was the old man, but he charged in regardless. The wolf had only enough time to see Krieg bring his axe down on its head. The axe was stuck inside the wolf's head. He tugged it hard and it came loose.

"GOOD DOGGY!" Krieg snarled.

He looked at the body for a moment. It did not look like the old man form before. Krieg ignored it and continued forward. He went up to a flight of stairs and opened a door. He took a step outside and looked all around. It was a circular area with graves scattered over. Trees without any leaves stood high up. The sky was orange, telling the psycho that it was close to night time. Krieg walked over to the gate to his right. It was the same game he fell on earlier. With his great strength, Krieg opened the gate. All around him he could smell blood. The street was littered with coffins. A carriage and a few coffins were to his left. To his right he saw a man with a torch.

Guess there are still people around. See if he can tell us where we are.

The psycho walked up the road to the man. The man turned around, and with a torch and in one hand and an axe in another, swung the axe at Krieg. He dodged out of the way with ease. He looked at the man to see his face covered with fur and one eye different. Revving up his axe, Krieg sliced open the man. The feral man fell to the ground dead. Behind him, two more men charged at Krieg with an axe and sickle.

"TIME FOR TENDERIZING!" Krieg shouted as he lunged at the two. The one with the sickle sliced at Krieg's stomach. Krieg retaliated by bringing the axe into his chest. He turned and decapitated the second man. The two men fell by the psycho's might. His wound from a moment ago full healed. The voice was grateful that they could still heal wounds. However...

It is not a good idea if we just kill everyone we come across. We. Need. Info.

"SHUT UP!"

Krieg looked back to find a lever on the ground. He pulled it wanting to see what it did. A ladder from above lowered down. He climbed up to the top to get a vantage point. He stood up and looked out to what he believed was a city. It looked almost Medieval Gothic to the voice. He knew of these kind of structures back when he could read a book. The sun was slowly setting. the voice thought it would be best to move while they still had daylight.

Krieg turned around and saw a building in front of him. In between them was a glowing lamp. What surprised the vault hunter was that the lamp was being held by the white creatures. Krieg was about to bring his axe on the little things but the voice stopped him.

They don't appear to be hostile. Though why are they holding this lamp? Maybe a gift?

Krieg reached down and went to grab the lamp. As he does his vision blurs once more and everything goes black.

Krieg woke up from his slumber once more. Feeling greatly annoyed at all the times he keeps blacking out, he punches the ground. He looked to notice the ground was now cobblestone.

"Uhgh. How come every time we do something, we end up waking up?" Said the voice. Krieg stands up and dusts himself off.

"Though it's probably my fault for telling you to-" The voice stop talking instantly. He realized he has been talking while moving his mouth. He looked down at his hands and he moved them. He patted himself down, feeling himself all over. The sane personality of Krieg realized he was in control over his own body again.

"H-how? How is this possible?" Krieg asked himself out loud. For the longest time he wished he could have control of his body again. To have control again almost brought a tear to his eye.

LET ME OUT!

Krieg jumped for a moment after hearing a familiar voice in his head. The psycho persona switched with him somehow.

"Looks like I'm in the one who can roam free."

THE VOICE IS A WEAK LAMB CHOP!. THE MEAT MAN IS THE ONLY ONE THAT CAN SOOTHE BLOOD LUST!

"We'll see about that. Now where am I?"

Krieg never looked to see where he was due to his personal realization. He looked to see a house up on a hill surrounded by many graves. The sky was dark with a large full moon glistening. Krieg turned around to find that behind him was an endless world with pillars going up and down into a misty void.

"I don't think I'm on Pandora anymore." Krieg commented.

He walked up to the house and saw a person sitting up a ledge next to some stairs. He went to say something, but noticed it wasn't really a person. It was a white doll the size of a woman. The doll's eyes were closed, as if she was sleeping. Krieg knew she wasn't real, but he felt like she was.

"She's must have been made to look like someone specific." He said. "She is very beautiful."

Krieg took a step up on the stairs. He stopped when he saw the white creatures come out form the ground with weapons. One was some kind of saw with a curved handle. The second one looked the same but only it had an axe head. The third looked like a simple cane. The creatures looked like they wanted to give them to the vault hunter.

"Well you little guys haven't really tried to kill me yet, so I guess we're cool." Krieg smiles under his mask.

He first picks up the saw cleaver weapon first. He studied weapon for a moment then looked back to the creatures. The two weapons vanished and were replaced by two guns instead. To Krieg, they kind of looked like ancient weapons that the Jackobs corporation based their weapons on. One looked like a rifle while the other was a rifle but with a bigger cannon. He picked up the bigger gun and the other vanished. He places the gun a cleaver next to around him. Now he didn't have to always rely on his buzz axe.

Krieg walked up to the house. The door was closed. Not wanting to be rude, he knocked on the door. No response. He knocked on the door a second time.

"Hello?" Krieg called out. "Anyone home? I just want to know where I am?"

No response came from the house. Krieg let out a sigh and walked back down the stairs. He saw at the bottom of the stairs and to the left where there were a set of graves, the white creatures were waving for him to come over. They point to the grave they are under. Confused, Krieg looks at the grave and places a hand on it. Suddenly his mind sees an image, it shows the lamp his psycho persona touched. Krieg focused on that image. After a moment, he was whisked away from the house. As that happened, the doll opened it's eyes and looked at the where the vault hunter was. It smiles.

"Oh good hunter." the doll says. "I wait for your return."

Krieg didn't feel groggy when he came back to his earlier location. The city stood around him, still reeking in the scent of blood.

All right. Time to find someone who can point me in the right direction. Wait... what?"

Sane Krieg couldn't feel his body anymore. It started to move on it's own. Then he heard a familiar scream.

"DADDY'S HOME!" Psycho Krieg roared.

Oh great. Your back. But how is that possible. I was in control a minute ago.

The voice thought it over, not noticing that the other half was knocking on a window in front of the lamp.

"Who is there?" a man's voice from inside the house speaks. The man can be heard coughing inside.

Wait. Maybe he can help. Ask him about this place and what is going on with these monsters.

"I'VE COME TO THIS CITY OF BLOOD TO FACE THE BEASTIES." the voice lets out a groan.

"Oh you must be a Hunter, and not one from around here either." the man sounded more relaxed. "I'm Gilbert, a fellow outsider. You must have had a fine time of it. Yarnham has a special way of treating guests. I don't think I can stand if I wanted to, but I'm willing to help, if there's anything that can be done." Gilbert lets out a another cough.

"This town is cursed. Whatever your reasons might be you should plan a swift exit. Whatever can be gained from this place, it will do more harm than good."

So this city is Yharnam. That's what the old man meant. The old mentioned paleblood. Ask him what it is. And please use the word paleblood. It would make more sense.

"I SEE THE PALEBLOOD TO END THE PAIN IN MY MIND!" the voice was surprised that the psycho ot it right. Probably since blood was involved, there was not objection in translating.

"Paleblood, you say? Hmm... Never heard of it. But if it's blood you're interested in, you should try the Healing Church. The church controls all knowledge on blood ministration, and all varieties of blood. Across the valley to the East of Yharnam lies the town of the Healing Church, known as the Cathedral Ward. And deep within the Cathedral Ward is the old grand cathedral. ...the birthplace of the Healing Church's special blood, or so they say." Gilbert continues to cough. "Yharnamites don't share much with outsiders. Normally, they wouldn't let you near this place, but... The hunt is on tonight. This might be your chance..."

I think that's all we can get from him. Let's get going.

"BYE BYE WINDOW MAN!"

"Oh yes... Good luck. And be careful. The hunt is on, meaning that the streets will not be fully safe. Watch out for the beasts." Gilbert finishes with another cough.

Krieg left Gilbert alone and headed down some stairs. He looked on to see some people down below.

Maybe those people down are friendly. If not, what could go wrong?"

Now Krieg has a goal to reach. It may not be fully understandable, but it's a start. Both personas will get their fill once the next chapter begins.

I will do what I can to get the next chapter up and running. I am looking forward to it.

Take care.