Hit the Fan
Screeching to a halt, I nearly slammed my head into my steering wheel. Grunting, I flopped out of my seat onto the pavement. Scrambling back to my feet, I sprinted up the dormitory stairs. Nearly body-slamming the door, I flailed into my Brother's dorm. As I barreled into my brother's room, I noticed something very wrong. The entire room was flipped on it's head. The furniture upside-down, pictures broken, and blood splattered on the walls. Jesus, how fast does this Torchwick guy work? Behind me I heard the front door close. I shuttered, knowing what was coming next. I slowly turned to look behind me to find a small woman.
This small girl was barely 5 feet tall. Her entire outfit consisted of the two colors light pink and brown. Her heterochromatic pink and brown eyes looked up at me with some sort of childish glee. The small girl smiled at me, for what reason I don't know. On her shoulder, a clear umbrella sat.
I tried to peace together my thoughts, and choose what I'm going to say next very carefully. "Who are you?" good job, great choice of words…
And so, she answered by stabbing me in the chest with her umbrella. That's always fun. And painful. The odd thing was she tried to keep me standing for whatever reason.
She stepped closer and mouthed something, but I don't know what. My vision blurred and faded red, but I could tell that she was still moving closer. I felt something warm lightly hit my mouth as my consciousness finally faded.
I awoke. I don't know how but I did. The sky above me was a ghastly white. The Fog around me swam though the air. White Lilies surrounded my limp body. My body rejected the concept of moving. Throughout my body pain bolted as my heart beat like a drum as I rose. My vision blurred for a moment, then cleared. When I finally got my balance, suddenly I was looking at someone. A girl. She tilted her head, as if confused. She was pale, really pale, almost fake. The girl had on old black Victorian clothes, like the ones you'd find on ceramic dolls. She was pretty, a little odd looking, but none the less pretty. In her frail looking hands she held a slug, for whatever reason I do not know. She looked like a doll come to life.
She then spoke. Filling my ears with her calm, soothing voice. "Welcome good hunter. What is it that you desire?" She then bowed respectfully.
"Where am I? And who are you?" I spit out franticly.
As if reading off a script she replied in a monotone, yet loving, voice. "I am a doll, here in this dream to look after you," She paused for a moment. "Honorable hunter, pursue the echoes of blood, and I will channel them into your strength. You will hunt beasts, and I will be here for you, to embolden your sickly spirit."
"Hunt? What are you talking about? And me a Hunter? That's a laugh!" I chuckle a tiny bit.
The girl tilted her head again, "What do you mean? Only Hunters part of the Hunt can enter this dream."
"Miss, I don't remember being part of any Hunt." What is she talking about? The slug-thing in her arms wriggled. The doll like girl set it down, then it started to morph.
A man clothed in black rose from where the slug was. He was tall, standing nearly a foot above me. The slug-guy had on a slick leather garb, the coat almost reaching the floor. The under shirt rose above his mouth, covering it completely. Topping his head, he had a triangle shaped leather hat. In his right had he had a rusty saw with a long handle. Gripped in his left a smaller version of a blunderbuss.
His voice was horse and it was as if he hadn't spoke in a very long time. "Greetings Hunter. I'm the master of this dream. I have many names but you may call me…" he paused, and put a hand to his chin, "You can call me Silas, and this is Doll." He gestured to the pale woman. How fitting, her name is Doll. Great.
"Can you answer me something Silas?"
Silas Shrugged, "Maybe, it all depends on what you're asking." He does have a point.
"Why am I here?"
Silas chuckled, "To join the Hunt of course."
"And what is the hunt Silas?" I asked, still trying to get some semblance of an answer.
"The Hunt differs for most, it's where we Hunters do our job," He lifted his blunderbuss, "We hunt beasts and monsters."
"Monsters? I've never seen one, so how am I supposed to hunt one Silas?" I replied, voice dripping with venom.
Silas smirked, "You'll know one when you see one, if you're here you will find a beast to hunt." What the hell is he talking about, just tell me why the heck I'm here. Stop speaking like a broken record.
Silas cleared his throat, "I almost forgot, you still need a weapon." He raised his saw and gun. "Take them, as they are the only trick weapons left in the Hunter's Dream." I grabbed them both hesitantly. The saw felt nice to hold in the hand, while the Blunderbuss felt awkward and clunky.
"The weapon you're holding," he pointed at the saw in my right hand, "Is called the Saw-Cleaver. It has two forms. The saw you're holding now, and a long cleaver once you press the trigger in the handle." Cool, I guess. I can't really see how that is useful, but its there for a reason. I adjusted my grip on the blunderbuss slightly.
"And how the hell am I supposed to use this, Silas?" Silas smirked, sending a shiver up my spine. Oh, this can't be good can it.
"Well, by on the job training of course!" What? "Good Luck!"
"Wait! What!" I screamed as Silas pushed me into a gravestone
Looking up, I saw my entire scenery changed. Everything turned into a Victorian city. The air smelt of iron and smoke, an almost intoxicating smell. Even though I'm apparently a newly appointed hunter, I could tell that this is a Hunt. And a good one. This city, it reeks of blood, it's not a disgusting smell, its enticing.
I shook in annoyance, "Alright Silas, I'll take you on." And so I started walking into the hunt.
