Heroes of the Nightmare

by Silverbits

While walking home from the mall, Midoriya, Bakugo, and Todoroki are attacked by two familiar villains. After being sucked into the in between of worlds and dragged away by strange creatures, all three wake up in strange city. With no idea how to get home, they fight their way through the cursed city of Yharnam, hoping there's a way home at the end of their bloody journey.

10. Chapter 10: Hemwick Charnel Lane

Hemwick Charnel Lane

Katsuki and Izuku walks through the now quiet chapel, guilt weighing heaily upon them. A promise that they couldn't keep, but a new mission to move them forward.

They walk away from the small chapel, being met with the warm rays of the sun that seemed to be eternally setting.

They fight off any of the beasts that come their way, killing them off and collecting whatever loot that can be gained from their bodies. Whether it be blood vials or bullets. Silence between the two, the usually rapid fire swearing Katsuki was now unsure what to even say, unless it's a yell at Deku.

"Deku get the fuck out of the way!" He yells as he pushes the nerd out of the way to impale one of the black garbed men that tries to smack them with the large wooden crucifix. He ignores the yell of protest from the nerd and rushes forward, stepping to the side to avoid a thrust. He grins as he uses an explosion of propel himself forward and bring down the axe on the creature. It falls back, dropping the crucifix, only to be finished off.

Katsuki huffs as he kneels down, getting a blood vial for his troubles.

He looks behind him to see Izuku finally killing off the other black garbed creature, panting. He scoffs and walks up the stairs, looking at the Grand Cathedral.

He hears Izuku come up behind him, having caught his breath. He looks to where Katsuki's gaze is at and sees he's focusing on the cathedral. A shiver runs up his spine as he recalls that awful feeling of dread, that dark presence that had scared Izuku to his core.

Izuku sees Katsuki take a step towards the large doors and immediately reaches a hand out to stop him, grabbing his arm. Katsuki looks to his childhood 'friend' with a scowl.

"Don't." Izuku mutters. "Don't go in there Kacchan..." He shudders, staring at the doors.

Katsuki scowls and takes his arm back. "Whatever Deku." He mutters, turning towards the direction he chose prior to their little excursion for the little girl.

The little girl...Victoria...

He couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt, a feeling he most definitely did not like when he heard any mention of her. It was stupid, really it was, for them to make that promise. Then another to get her to safety...at what cost though?

He felt angry, angry he couldn't move fast enough, that he was too focused on the firearm pointed at the little girl. Angry that it hadn't been him to push through the shock and fear to rush forward. Angry that they had to be saved by that damn old crow.

He shoots a look to Deku as the nerd writes, not noticing the heated glare. He was so used to it.

Never, never would he expect such savagery, such brutal anger from someone as small and cowardly as him. It was there only for a moment, before that small flame of anger and rage had been snuffed out so suddenly. By what he had no clue, and honestly he didn't really care. He never even considered the possibility for Deku to feel rage.

His mind flashed back to the incident, a little fuzzy in a few parts. Not too clear, yet there was some kind of striking clarity in it.

The event begins to play in his mind. From where they were frozen in place, scared for the litle girl, scared to move, too shocked to process anything fast enough before the trigger was pulled and blood was split. Whose? He hadn't been too sure, everything was a blur until he sent the man flying against the stone monument. It had nearly toppled over from the force of the impact...nearly. The stupd old man had gotten up again, trying to climb the stairs to catch up to a green blur.

That's where he saw it, running after the man in yellow. The green blur whirled around, teeth bared and eyes full of anger. He had been bleeding profusely, and that didn't stop him from grabbing the man's coat and slamming him into the wall, a sickening crack upon impact and a scream of pain. As quickly as he had injured the man, a look of guilt appeared on his face; turning tail and dashing through the gates.

As Henryk had gotten up to run after the little pest he was struck with a cleaver, and turned his attention to the assailant.

The next thing they knew, a black crow swept in and finished off the man, freeing him from his madness. Soon afterwards speaking with the two boys and telling them they shouldn't have ventured to the tomb. Which was answered with a yell from Katsuki, after that she told them they should leave and venture forth. They had no business in the darkened and bloodied graveyard anymore.

The two made their way to the chapel, stepping inside.

Sobs and wails of fear and sadness echoed throughout the stone walls, shaking him to his core. The way the sobs wracked her body, her tear filled eyes as she pleaded, begged to know if her grandfather was speaking the truth.

'You want to find them so badly! Join them in the afterlife!'

The words carried a heavy echo in his mind.

A promise they would never be able to keep, but they made it anyways.

That stupid guilt clawing away at his heart, he had been the one after all...

He's the one that gave the killing blow, who pointed the gun and fired. He hadn't felt anything then, nothing but a sense of triumph and accomplishment. Having completely pushed it from his mind that that man was a father...he had a family

And now...

"Stupid kid..." He mutters, turning is head to look the other way as he felt something hot prick his eyes. Was he crying? What the fuck?!

"You alright Kacchan?" Izuku asks, putting the small notebook away. "You uh, still thinking about what happened?" He asks, taking a small step closer.

"Shut up Deku!" He yells, turning around and walking away. Unable to hide the action of him wiping at his eyes as he walked away.

Ah...so that was a yes.

Katsuki growls as he feels the worried gaze of Deku on his back. He turns around. "Don't you have somewhere to be Deku!" He yells, earning a yelp of surprise and apology as the nerd runs off to the other side of the cathedral.

Katsuki huffs as he walks forward, around the stairs and past stone statues that were carved out to depict the misery the sculptors felt. A few holding candles, others empty handed bet kept their palms skyward. Others bury their faces into their hands and only weep for their misery.

He hardly pays any attention to the statues, crushing a few pieces of weathered stone under his boots as he walks. He follows the stone railing, his footsteps now the only noise he can take in. The bell isn't ringing, the wind doesn't woosh past him, silence.

It doesn't bother him too much, he was finally alone. Now he did't have to deal with the annoying Deku, or the equally annoying if not more Icyhot. Stupid Cold-Hotpocket...

Ever since that day of the Sports Festival, he felt pure resentment towards the Half-n-Half bastard. He had demanded that he use his full power against him, his fire and ice versus his explosions. Quite frankly he had expected the battle to go on for longer, no last only a few measly minutes.

An angry scowl makes it's way to his face as he plays it back. That bastard had barely used his flames in their battle...but he used them at full power against Deku? Why not him? Why not Katsuki! What, was he not good enough for the damn flames?!

A growls rises from his throat as he grits his teeth, stomping down the path until he comes across a small set of stairs. He snaps out of his angery thoughts and looks at his feet, seeing a dead body holding two containers in it's arms. Raising an eyebrow and kneels down and grab the items before standing up again.

He looks to the small containers and cringes in disgustwhen he sees two blood-shot eyeballs staring at him as they float around in murky yellow liquid. He scowls and shoves the items in his bag, feeling they may come in handy later. For what? Who knows.

He makes his way down the small set of stairs to a small area where weeds and withered grass grew freely. Ivy creeps and clings onto large, natural walls made of boulders. He takes a deep breath as he walks forward, taking in the smell of something new, not the damp cobblestones or the musty air of the dying city. No, it smelled...kind of fresh, like the woods, with a small bit of smoke.

He walks forward and sees a few stay pieces of yellow paper, he picks them up, seeing as they had looked familiar. They were very familiar actually, four more hunter marks, just like the ones Eileen gave him. He looks them over, same yellow paper, same strange symbol drawn in ink. He shoves them into his bag and heads down a path almost hidden by the overgrown ivy and weeds. The small dirt road seemed to head no where, until he saw soemthing like a cave.

Small boulders over the small entrance are only held up by thick ivy and a few branches of some kind of plant. The darkened cave beckons, a small lantern somewhere in there. Giving off a warm light that offers a moment of safety.

Katsuki had looked the cave up and down before taking a look around. He found nothing wrong, nothing following him. So why did going down this way seem like such a bad idea?

He huffs and readies his weapons as he walks towards the dark tunnel, slightly startled with the sudden quiet that settled over him. The noise he didn't even know was there was suddenly gone. Vanished, just the unsettling quiet that brought a feeling of dread and fear.

He pushed that feeling down and kept walking forward, reahing the small orange glow of the lantern that offered a strange comfort he didn't even know was needed. He sniffs the air as the smell of a fortest reaches his nose, along with the smell of smoke, and a faint smell of gunpowder. He stops, when did he sense of smell become so good? When the hell did that happen?

He thinks it over for a moment before shaking his head. Why worry about it if it gives him an advantage? He suddenly stops in his track as he reaches the end of the tunnel.

He's met with a small forest, covered in graves that are clustered together. A few of them have faint inscriptions on them, and others are so old and worn the words are forever gone, lost to time. The trees are impossibly high, thick trunks that offer cover to anyone who has the need to take cover The brnches are dry and bare, yet the limbs tangle together to hide the sky from his view. In the distace, to the far right theres a bonfire with at least four gunmen surrounding it, staring blankly into the flames.

He sees few glows surounding the flames, each one either next to the fire, gunman, or a gravestone.

Something like the instinct of an implusive child comes to his mind as the simple thought runs through his mind.

'I want it.

As the simpe train of thought goes through his head and residual 'what the fuck' follows after; a dog, covered in spikes begins to bark, snapping him out of his thoughts.

Katsuki looks up to see the seemingly impaled dog snarling and barking at him, running after him. It jumps up to bury it's teeth into his arm until it receives a bullet to the face and whines as it falls over. Unable to take a moment to recover it was suddenly impaled by an axe.

"Loud ass dog, fuck." He mutters as he looks around, not seeing any of the gunman he can see turn their attention towards him. He looks around, as he moves forward. turning his head to see a another gunman off to the left, almost hidden by a tree. He squints to try and see if there was anything behind him, thinking he saw some kind of movement.

He moves forward, walking past graves and stepping over dried up grass and leaves that crunch under his footsteps. He creeps forward as he gets a better view on the man, he tightens his grip on his axe and rushes forward. Catching the man by surpise he brings his axe down on the man's soulder, hearing a cry of pain then shooting the man to silence him.

He swears as he hears the barking of two more dogs, he turns and one of them jumps into him and bites down on his right arm. Fighting with him as the other one comes to attack. He yells as he manages to grab his gun and shoots the incoming mutt, knocking it back a bit. He then turns the pistol to the other dog and fires, the clamped down teeth tearing at his flesh as it went flying. He jumps to his feet and dodges another jump at him from the dog that was shot first.

He scowls, it recovered faster than it should have, dammit. He shoots it again and kills off the other one. Before turning to the other one and bringing his axe down on it's side. He huffs as he pulls his axe from the dog's corpse. He turns to the body of the man he killed a moment ago and grabs the bullets from the gun.

He looks around, only seeing more gunmen by the bonfire, a little blurry in the distance. He frowns and looks around for a way to get there, seeing as grave pretty much covered a majority of the forest. He could always climb over them, but they looked brittle and and old. They'd probably turn to dust under his weight. He walks forward as he spots a pathway heading downwards down a small hill. And across from the start of the downhill path there was a clear path to the bonfire surrounded by gunmen.

He starts to head towards the large path in the middle, walking quickly and extending his axe. They still had their backs turned to him, and that would be a desicion they'd soon regret.

As a feral grin appears on his face as hes about to break out at a run, until mutliple gunshots go off and bullets bury themselves into Katsuki's body. Makking him yel in pain and almost fall back, blood seeping from the small bullet holes that cover his torso. His eyes dart around as he heals himself, looking for the assailants. His ears find the enemies before his eyes do, hearing more gunshots ringing out and jumping back to avoid the fury of the bullets.

He looks to the soruce of the sound and sees gunmen hiding behind the graves, almost unnoticed. There are two nearby, and another three hiding behind more trees and graves but still somewhat visible. He watches them reload, about to run at them until they put their firearms up. A few slower than the others, he growls as he dashes behind a large tree. He hears a yell and the guns go off, burying themselves uselessly into the thick trunk of the tree.

After the shots have been fired he rushes around the tree and yells as he raises the axe above his head, bringing it around in a wide arc. The two men fell over, and struggle to get to theri feet. Katsuki oesn't give them the chance and shoots one and brings the axe down on the other.

Two down, three to go.

He stops suddenly when he hears a click. He whirls around only to receive a three bullets. He screams in pain as one of the bullets imbeds itself into his eye, painfully blinding him.

"You fuckers!" He yells, stepping forward and spinning the axe, catching two of the men as the other one steps out of the way. He growls as he changes the axe into it's smaller form and pulls out his pistol. He shot the fleeing man and finished the other two, feeling their hot blood splatter onto his face and clothes. He hears another click and jumps out of the way of a bullet that grazes his cheek. With an even angrier yell he rushes forward and beheads the man.

He pants as the body falls to the ground, waiting a moment before grabbing a blood vial. The pain in his eye is unbearable, hot liquid running down his face from his injured eye. He groans as he stabs himself in the leg, upset at the new addition to the pain; even if it was just a little. He grits his teeth as he feels the bullet slowly dissolve and the injured eye repair itself. Unlike his other injuried it irritatingly painful.

He holds his head as a headache starts up, pain shooting throughout his head. He grunts to himself as he tries to ignore the pain, walking forward and readying himself to face the final gunmen at the bonfire.

"Whatever's over there better be fucking worth it." He mutters to himself, extending his axe again and breaking into a run. He yells loudly as he readies his axe, he runs up to them; firmly planting his foot and spins around twice. Those who had suddenly became aware of the yelling and the running hunter hardly got any time to react as a large axe cut into them. One of them falls into the fire and suffers from the flames and the the others either crash into the graves and break them apart; or are cut in half and fall to the ground in lifeless heaps.

Katsuki pants and grumbles to himself as he gathers his rewards from the beastly men. He gets a few more bullets, another blood vial, and some kind of serrated knife. He then gets to gathering the other items scattered about that he had seen initialy. He picks them up and gather a total of ten.

He looks over one of the items. They're all wrapped up in a thin brown paper tied with a small yet sturdy string. He unties the string on one and unwraps the paper, reavealing a small bottle that has small ornate carvings. There's a small lid on the top that flips up.

He looks to the small bottle and the paper, realzing what the paper is for, he flip the lid opn and pours the contents onto the brown paper. A course white powder slowly pours onto the paper, surprisingly a large amount of the substance in the bottle.

"What the fuck?" He asks aloud, looking over the white powder. He looks down when he hears the moans of the Messengers as they appear with a rolled up paper.

Katsuki scoffs and carefully pours the powder back into the bottle. Wrapping it back up and tying it again, then stuffing it into his bag. He kneels down.

"What do you want?" He scowls, watching the fearfully unroll the message. They flinch at the growl as the young man begins to read.

That substance is called, Bone Marrow Ash.

An additional medium that strengthens Quicksilver Bullets.

According to the workshop, this is a special bone marrow ash collected from Hemwick Charnel Lane.

Invaluable to hunters with weak bloodtinge who require the use of stronger firearms.

"The fuck is bloodtinge?" Katsuki looks at them, scowling when he sees one of them roll their nonexistant eyes.

"Don't give me sass you piece of shit just tell me!" He yells. He sees them retreat back into the ground. "Hey! Get the fuck back here!" He pounds on the ground where the Messenger were previously. After a minute or two of this he yells and gets to his feet, walking away. "Fine! Fuck you!"

A few Messengers peek out of the ground and watch the young hunter walk away, one of them seeming to take delight in irritating him.

Katsuki huffs as he heads down the downhill path, keeping his eyes forward as he walks. He sees two dogs and yet another gunman walking back and forth in front of a large set of closed doors. Something told him that that's where he's supposed to go. He readies his axe and walks forward, waitning for the moment where the enemies would have their backs turned towards him.

He swears as one of the dogs take notice of him, barking wildly and running towards him while the other follows close behind. The gunman gets to work, loading his gun. Katsuki brings the axe around in an arc, sending the spiked dogs flying and injured. Then quickly ducking low to the ground as a bullet whizzes by his head. He dashes forward, still low to the ground and thrusts the axe forward; impaling one of the dogs then shooting the other.

As he stands up straight to face te gunman, a bullet plants itself into his right hand, making him grunt in pain and drop the axe. A feral grin makes it's way onto his face as the dashes forward, shooting the man at one of the hands and making him drop his respective weapon. He yells as he grabs the man by his collar and plants a hand on his face. Slightly shivering at the dry flesh that seems to crumble at his fingretips. Quickly forgotten as he sets off an explosion that kills the man instantly.

He lets the body fall to the ground before grabbing the axe, looking over the man and seeing he had nothing left in his pockets. He sighs as he looks to the bloodied mess he left that now covers his ripped up gloves. Dammit, so much for those.

He looks at his hand, hot blood and sweat mixed into his palm. He couldn't quite place it, but there was something so satisfying when using his quirk on them. It was strange, yet settling.

After Katsuki finished gathering his things, he walk over to the large wooden doors that stand between him and whatever lays on the other side. He dons his usual scowl of irritation and intolerance and walks over to the doors, placing his hands on them. He grunts as he pushes open the doors, the loud creaking of the old doors fills his ears, ending an involuntary shudder through him. The sound of the old wood creaking, the large rusted hinges squeaking in protest, ignored as he opens the doors. They reluctantly give way under his weight, finally parting and allowing him access to the new area set out before him.

The smell of smoke is stronger, there's a faint stench of rot and decay that reaches his nose; a cringe of disgust. He ignores it and walks forward, being met with the sight of large gravestones stacked upon each other, lining the edges of the path. Up ahead, a lamp. A light in the darkness, solace against all the danger he's faced thus far.

He huffs as he walks forward, going over to the unlit lamp. As he reaches the symbol of safe haven he hear loud cackling and crying. The wails of grown women from what seemed to be down below. He lights the lamp and readies his axe, he looks around until he sees a path leading downwards. Stairs imbedded into the ground, it almost seemed natural.

He heads down the path, the dry grass and rotting leaves crunch under his feet. Yet the noise doesn't seem to disturb whatever the hell is ahead. He makes it to the bottom of the stairs and riases an eyebrow with waht he sees.

"What the fuck?"

There are women all over the place. At least three and holding their arms up to the sky and spinning around at a slow pace. One of them cackling widly, the other two weeping loudly. Near where Katsuki is, a few feet ahead, a woman sits on her knees, her face buried into her hands. She sits at the base of a twisted, nonsensical statue.

He looks around, seriously, what the hell was going on? Dancing around a mass grave, where headstones are stacked upon each other and the bodies are probably stacked upon each other underneath as well.

As soon as he took a step forward two women turned their attention towards him, one of them was one of the the spinning ones. The other was the weeping woman on her knees. As soon as he had approached they began rushing at him, one weilding a small meat cleaver and the other coming at him swinging a small scythe.

"Of fucking course." He mutters, letting them get closer and closer until he readies himself to swing his axe. "Everybody here is fucking crazy." He swings the axe, slamming them into the rocky ground and making them screech in pain. He hears their bones crack and crumble under the force of the axe. Whatever echoes they held in their veins are now his.

Unfortunately their cries were heard by their companions who abandoned whatever pleasure they gained from spinning around, to come after Katsuki who now stood above two corpses of their friends. They scream as theyrun at him, one of the wearing some kind of red garb over their dark blue dress. The other wears a simple green dress with a dirtied white apron staned with blood and dirt.

Katsuki yells as he rushes forward towards the women that run towards him, sheathing his firearm and reaching out his left hand. As soon as one of them comes close, he focuses on putting his energy, forcing his body to try to produce an explosion that'll blow them away and finish them off quickly. Much to his frustration only smoke appears from his palm, which was cut into with a quick swipe of a meat cleaver.

"Agh! You bitch!" He yells as he swings the axe, cutting into the woman's chest and staining the red garb a deeper crimson. He jumps back as the woman with the small scythe swings it wildly in anger and desperation. Unable to take much damage she staggered back with a bullet to the face; finished off with two swipe fro the axe, same with the bleeding red garbed woman.

He lets out an exasperated sigh and looks over the damage. None of them dropped anything, no items, only Blood Echoes. As he's about to take in his surrounding he's suddenly impaled by a red hot, burning toll. He hears a wild cackle as he screams in pain, which quickly turned to anger as he reached for his gun. Aiming it pressing the trigger, the assailant screams in pain and falls back, taking the stupid gardening tool with her. But leaving Katsuki in a world of pain.

He stumbles over and heaves up a mouthful of blood as it rushes up his lungs, as crimson stains his clothes. He stabs himself in the leg twice and whirls around as the woman has the makeshift weapon raised over her head to bring it down on his. He quickyt brings up the pistol and shoots her in the chest, staggering her and giving him the opening to embed the axe into her chest. She wails in pain and falls to the ground, her weapon clattering to the ground and immediately losing it's heat.

"Dammit..." Katsuki mutters as he walks over, grabbing two blood vials from her body. After looking around and listening closely he hears nothing, just a few distant whispers that speak of nothing but nonsense...but where are the whispers coming from? His eyes dart around, looking for any more of those women. Nothing, there's nobody near him at all. He sighs as he turns his attention to the large stack of graves, trying to push the whispers to the back his mind.

He walks over to the large stack in the center, looking at the graves. They were crumbling to pieces as well, but the names were still there. He squints as leans close, they were awfully faded. He skims over the names, not paying to the dates or last name.

'Sarah, William, Hannah...'

He reads through them, finding a lot of the inscriptions were names of women. He's not sure why but he keps reading, as if he's lookong for something. He reads through a few more names until his eyes land on one grave.

Victoria

He does a doubletake and his eyes dart back to the grave, a sharp cold sensation running up his spine.

Veronica

He looks at the name, for a moment he swear it was...

Katsuki shakes his head. "Stupid kid..."

He huffs and steps away from the graves, something crunching under his foot as he steps back. He looks down, seeing two blood shards fused together. He raises an eyebrow and picks up the item, looking it over until he shoves them into his bag. He turns around to move forward, only to come face to face with an aged man.

"What the fuck!" He stumbles back, his back pressed against the graves as he reaches for his gun. Before he can grab it the man rushes forward and grabs his shoulders, not making any move to hurt him. Didn't make it any less disturbing and startling.

"Dude get the fuck off of me!" He yells, trying to shake out of her strong grip, feeling a cold sensation of fear crawl up his spine as the man stares desperately into his blood red eyes. His haunted, cloudy white eyes somehow still grant him vision, his eyes are sunken in. His thin and withered face are twisted into a nervous, yet desperate smile.

"I said get the fuck-"

"The graveyard whispers!" He whispers in a hushed voice. His body and voice trembling. "Can you hear them yet? T-The graveyard whispers, they...they never leave you. They're still here, the whispers...can you hear them?" He giggles softly. "I-I can't wait, they're coming...i-it'll happen soon..." He keeps giggling, soon letting Katsuki go and hugging himself.

"What the fuck?" He mutters, stepping away. He looks her over, not seeing any weapons. His clothes aren't exactly similar to the male citizens that are inhabitants of the cursed city. They're slightly similar to his if anything, they've seen better days.

He waits for a moment before walking away, heading towards a set of stairs that lead upwards to whatever the hell is next. As he's about to take the first step the strange man grabs his wrist, pulling him back. He turns him towards him, his cloudy eyes twitching.

"Do you see them? Can you hear them? C-Can you see them? They keep whispering? Telling me things...do they tell you things t..." He stops, a sick smile creeping onto his face. "Eyes, they search for the eyes...can't you hear them they want the eyes!" He yells, pushing him away and letting him go. He begins to pace around rapidly, whispering madly to himself about eyes, whispers, and something about the moon. And about how it's almost time.

"Crazy bastard..." He mutters as he walks away, looking over his shoulder to make sure he wasn't following him. As soon as he looked over he was gone. He had disappeared into thin air.

Yet he could still hear the mad whisperings.

Slightly unsettled and mildly disturbed Katsuki turns his gaze forward. Up the stairs.

What the hell just happened?

A few thoughts rattled off in his head as he climbed the small set of stairs. He reached the top and the thoughts were quickly silenced; pushed off to the side. Another woman with a hot, oversized poker accompanied by a dog covered in the spikes. He walks forward and gets his weapons ready. His mind momentarily distracted from the previous event.

The dog takes immediate notice of him and begins barking, prompting the woman to looks up and see him.

"You!" She screams, pointing and him and sending the dog bounding after him.

Katsuki grins and rushes after them, as he runs he points the gun. Before he can press the trigger, a glass bottle hit him, shattering upon impact and surrounding him in flames. He staggers for a moment, and the moment he regains his footing he's tackles to the ground by the spiked mutt. He yells as it claws at his chest and bites into his shoulder.

Katsuki wrestles with the dog for a moment before seeing another bottle of fire flying towards him. He growls as he shoots the dog in the stomach, making it yelp in pain; then kicks it off towards where the bottle comes flying at him. It hits the dog instead, burning the animal and leaving it dead.

As Katsuki gets up the woman thrusts the weapon at him, he jumps back and quickly heals himself. Rushing forward as his muscles stitch together and ache in mild protest before fully recovered. The woman is about to try to strike him again until he fires the pistol. Momentarily stunning her and giving him the opportunity to rush at her, hearing the shattering of glass where he was a moment ago.

He raises the axe above his head and brings it down hard on her shoulder. She screams and blood sprays, some of it splattering onto his face. He pulls the axe out and she falls to the ground. He steps over her and jumps out of the way as another firey bottle flies towards him. It shatters against the dry, barren tree and sets the withered plant ablaze.

He looks to where the bottle had been coming from and sees a woman dressed in the red shawl, she chucks another molotav at him with a yell. He steps out of the way and heads up the stairs, damn she was annoying.

As he runs up the stairs, he sees another woman up the stairs. She turns towards him, a large wodden mallet in her hands. She screams as she runs at him, swinging the mallet and missing him. Easily ended with an axe to the head and a tumble down the stairs. He runs to the top of the stairs.

To the right is the woman dressed in red who throws the molotavs and to the left is another path, and of course another set of stairs.

As he took the moment to take a look around the woman threw another bottle, cackling as the bottle shattered.

"Bitch!" He yells, ducking down as she chucked another one; then comes at him. Swinging the cleaver. She had comes faster than he thought, bringing the weapon of choice down onto his shoulder. Cutting in deep before she shot shot, backing away and hissing at him. She grabs another bottle, how many does this lady have? As she's about to throw it Katsuki quickly closes the short distance between then and finishes her off.

He pants as he watches the body fall, grabbing two bottles that roll out of her bag. He grumbles to himself as he looks around, not seeing any more enemies. But knowing there'll be more over past that next set of stairs.

More graves surround him, a few more names etched into them. A lot of them are faded though, hard to make out. A few of them have quotes etched beneath the names. Half tempted to read them, he instead turns away with a roll of his eyes. He heads towards the stairs, keeping an eye above. If there was one of those crazy ladies throwing molotavs, there was sure to be another.

He gets to the top of the stairs and sees a large ogre, a black tattered cape draped over his shoulders. He carries a brick in his hands, and made immediate plans to use it as he spots Katsuki. He says something in a low, incomprehensible moan and starts to head towards the boy.

Katsuki was about to rush forward until he heard the quiet cackle of a woman trying to muffle her amusement. He looks above once more and there she is, a bit hard to see, but she's there. He catches a glimpse of the red shawl fluttering in the light breeze. Katsuki takes a step back, deal with the ogre then deal with the lady. She shouldn't be able to reach him from where she is.

He sees the ogre seeming to come at him with a light jog, can't seem to move fast on his feet. The only time the beasts like him can move fast is when they're swinging bricks or broken pillars. It begins to just stomp over menacingly. He lets out a low moan and glares at Katsuki. He takes a step back then runs at the young man, the brick above his head.

Okay, faster than he thought.

Katsuki takes a step back then raises the gun, the ogre already upon him. As it brought the brick down it fell to it's knees, a bullet buried into his chest. Katsuki hears that familiar noise and rushes forward, grunting as he thrusted his hand into the beast's abdomen. As he was about to pull out his innards, there's a loud yell and he looks up to the source; only to be pleted with a glass bottle of fire, yelling in pain as he's burnt by the flames.

He looks up angrily and sees the woman cackling madly at her success. She smiles madly down at him, drawing his ever growing ire.

Out of anger Katsuki yells and sets off his quirk as he pulls out the innards of the ogre, hearing the scream of pain and ignoring it. Flesh and blood go flying, much of it splattering onto Katsuki; who frankly couldn't give s hit at the moment. She throws another one and instead of hitting him he catches it. He dashes down the path and rounds and corner, hearing the woman yelling incomprehensibe things at him. She growls as she trying to swing the small cleaver at him.

He grits his teeth and catches her arm, his tight grip makes the woman yell in frustration. He grits his teeth as he drops the molotav and puts his hand to her face. Just one more, one more. He grits his teeth as he strains himself. Trying to summon the power he had just previously used, he yells as he's granted one more explosion. Hearing the woman scream in pain seemed rather cruel, but somehow seemed satisfying.

He lets the body fall and grabs another molotav from the woman. He scowls as he walks to the gates that he passed as he ran to attack the woman. He jogs over to the closed gate and looks around.

"The hell are they-" Katsuki stops, seeing two of the large brutes patrolling around. There were even more of those dogs walking around the far end of the area, picking at something on the ground then walking away. The smell of rot is even stronger from where he stands, the disgusting stench emanating from somewhere nearby.

What made him stop midsentence was who he saw on the other side of the gate. It was the man from before, covered in blood and wounds.

He wasn't sure what made him, but Katsuki couldn't help but meet the man's gaze. Meeting the scarred cloudy eyes that look on at him sadly, unlike last time Katsuki saw him; the man's face was now covered in blood. More specifically near his eyes, it looks like someone had cut deeply into them in an attempt to dig them out. They failed, but succeeded in taking his vision away. The man turns away, and before Katsuki can say anything the man disappears with one step.

How the hell did he get over there? If he had been where the graves were a second ago...and the gate was closed.

Katsuki narrows his eyes, someone was fucking with him. Someone had to be fucking with him, what the hell else could it be? He turns around and scans the area before him, the gate to his back. There was no one there, just the sight of graves lining ever corner, a cloudy sky that seemed darker than the last time he looked up to it. There wasn't anybody around, no one there to play any tricks on him.

"I'm losing it..." He mutters, turning back to the gate and looking around again. Looking for any kind of opening mechanism, lo and behold there it is. A large lever next to the gate, too bad he can't reach it. The thought crosses his mind, and he looks at the gate. It was made of rusty metal, looks like it could be broken with a few swings of his axe. Was he willing to try it? Of course. Would it work? Hopefully.

Katsuki grabs his axe and looks at the gate, looking for a good place to strike. He just needs an opening large enough for him to get through. He sees a part of the gate that looks brittle enough, good.

He plants his feet firmly on the ground, gripping the axe tightly. He readies himself and raises the axe. Yelling as he brings it down on the gate, grunting as the axe doesn't come into contact with the gate but instead some kind of force. Upon contact, where he would have hit the gate there was a blue, wispy aura that seemed to shield the gate. He scowls, remembering when he tried to blow up the gate in the Cathedral Ward.

Katsuki knows what happened, but this time it was a not so invivible force, and it didn't seem to blast him away like the last one did. He grits his teeth as he uses more force, trying to break through. After a moment there was crackle of power, making him raise an eyebrow. The blue force field crackles and suddenly the axe begins to crack, the sound of metal breaking, creating a loud clanging noise that rings out painfully in his ears.

He grunts and steps back, ripping his axe away, hearing another loud clang and feeling an angry sudden heat consume his axe. He suddenly drops his axe, the weapon burning his hands.

"Agh! What the fuck?" He looks to the red hot weapon on the ground, he looks to his hands. Still sizzling painfully from the damn axe and whatever fucking magic or shit that just made that happen. Ugly blisters cover his plams, the smell of his burnt flesh sends a wave of both anger and a fear of some kind rushing through him. He pants and grits his teeth as he reaches for a blood vial, finding it painful to flex his hands at all.

He grunts as he grabs the healing substance, stabbing himself in the leg and feeling a hot sensation spread throughout his body. He looks to his hands, watching the burns and blisters fade from view and revert back to pale, unburnt hands. He huffs as he grabs the axe, no longer hot but seeing a nasty crack through the blade.

'Damn, how long is this thing going to last?'

He looks it over for a moment, deeming it study enough to get him through the area. He could fix it up when he got back to the Dream, he didn't feel like going back and having all those crazy people reappear.

He sighs as he looks around, there has to be a way to get around. There always is. He walks up the hill where he killed the woman, looking around to see if there was any path he could take. And indeed there was, there was a long, narrow path heading downwards. The only way to go, so it has to be the right way. He takes a step forward, heading downwards. More graves surround him on either side, more names that mean nothing to him.

He keeps heading downwards, the steps crumbling lightly under his feet, old weathered stones embedded into the ground. Of course they wouldn't last. He keeps going until he hears the ragged reathing of someone hiding around the corner. They peer around the corner, holding a rusted scythe in their hands, messy ashy gray hair covers their face.

Katsuki keeps walking, knowing the woman is going to try to ambush him. Can't work if he sees her coming, so as soon as he passes the crevice she hides in he whil aroun and cuts into her. She seemed to already be injured so she had gone down rather easily. He passes her, walking ahead through the still narrow pathway until he reaches a less claustrophobic area.

There was a cliff, only brittle tombstones keep one from falling to their death. There are a large cluster of graves off to the right, a nest of crows. They squawk to each other softly and tilt their heads to look at the intruder. There's at least one crow who doesn't care, staring blankly ahead with it's yellow beady eyes.

Katsuki huffs as he walks ahead, towards the crow's nest. Up ahead he sees something that looks like an elevator, where the hell would an elevator go in this place?

As he thinks that over, he hadn't quite realized how close the crows really were. He hadn't been looking where he was walking, more interested in the elevator than the crows that inched closer and closer. He ended up stepping on the wing of one of the crows, making it cry out loudly; startling it's little friends. They all look up in a rage and flap their wings violentlym trying to peck out the boy's eyes.

"Agh! Get the hell off of me!" He held out both of his hands and let off a small explosion, not as big as he had wanted it to be. It still blew a few of them away, killing two and injuring the three left. One of the three sqauwked loudly and looked up at the young hunter, still unagressive. Katsuki pulls out the pistol and shoots one of the ones that came to attack him, then bringing the axe down on the other one.

A bit of blood splatters onto the calm crow, making it blink in surprise and look up at the assaulter. It caws softly, only to be killed off, an axe through it's head.

Katsuki frowns as he looks through what the crows dropped in death, pebbles. Pebbles that look like stone eyes, staring blankly into the distance. No wonder the damn crows aimed for his eyes, they seemed to take a liking to eyes, the freaks. He huffs as he drops the hardened eyes, stepping over the crow corpses and towards the elevator that sits there, waiting for him. He sees more graves lining the area. These ones seem more weathered, more faded.

He decides to pay no attention to them, walking up to the elevator. He looks at it, the platform is made of wood, but the railings that keep people from falling to whatever death they'd face, are rusted metal. Some of it covered in what looks like moss. He looks up, no way there was any way it could go upwards, seeing at the mechanism for pulling the elevator up and down were just above. So, downwards.

He raises an eyebrow and steps onto the elevator, hearing the pressure plate click under his weight. He looks around as the elevator begins to descend. The eleator heads downwards into a pit, the walls are rather cramped; the elevator seems to barely fit. He sighs as he hears the edge of the railing grind against the stone wall. The sound grinds against his nerves, but he pushes it down. He looks towards where more light is seen, turning around and feeling the elevator stop. He looks around where he stopped, seeing a glow up ahead on a dead body slumped again the rock wall.

There was an old withered shack with boarded up windows, a small light can be seen inside the cracks of the boards. He didn't really care to see who or what was inside, he walks over to the body and picks up the source of the glow. A glowing skull with a large crack in the head, strange light flowing from the skull.

Katsuki looks at it, slightly creeped out. He huffs and throws the skull to the gound, crushing it under his foot as he walks forward. It was farily easy to break, what he hadn't been expecting however was the quick and haunting whispers of strange voices. They tell him a few things, hard to hear and understand, and leave as quickly as they had come.

He looks around, looking for the source of the whispers. Only to have his eyes fall on the shattered skull under his foot.

What the hell?

He looks at the skull then back to the path up ahead, a small set of old, wooden, rickety stairs that looked like they could barely hold his weight. He walks down them anyway, ignoring the loud creaking protests of the stairs. He raises an eyebrow and sees the area he started out at. The tower of graves stacked upon each other, the bodies of the women he killed, the overgrown weeds and dry grass. The smell of decay is stronger here for some reason, he looks to the side and stumbles back, his back to the rock wall.

Bodies, rotting and wrapped up in thick cloth were hanging from the bottom of the house. Blood and a few other questionable substances stain the thick cloth, he decides to avert his attention. How the hell had he not noticed them when he passed through this area? How?

He mentally questioned himself as he took a quick look around. Not seeing any kind of changes that were notable...other than the bodies. He starts to head up the stairs again, to the elevator. He has no hesitation as he gets onto the elevator and rides it back to the top. The grinding noise still annoying him, he ignores it to the best of his ability and waits until he makes it to the top. Stepping off as soon as the ride is over, now where to?

He doesn't really have to wonder for long, since all he to do is follow the unspoken rule in the damn place.

Follow the graves, which lead to a narrow pathway that leads to yet another cluster of graves; but more importatnly had a creaking wooden bridge that connects two cliffs to each other. He huffs and heads past the narrow pathway, only to see yet another one of the crazy women. She's growling and scratching at one of the graves, as if trying to cross out one of the names. He raises an eyebrow, her back turned to him.

Seems even in death she's still pissed at whomever that may be for whatever the fuck they did.

What did they they do to piss her off, die?

He couldn't help but snort at that thought, finding funny. Unfortunately she heard him, and turns around to face him; slowly getting to her feet. Unfortunately for her, Katsuki was already on his feet and didn't give her the chance to grab her weapon before burying the axe in her chest.

She falls, falling on top of the brittle grave she had been defacing a moment before. He scoffs and looks towards the wooden bridge, seeing it sway so dangerously in the occasional gust of wind. Oh yes, this was the most sound decision that could possibly be made. He walks over to the bridge and puts one foot on it, putting a bit of weight on it. The bridge creaks a bit but otherwise doesn'y seem to give in any way. Good.

He steps onto the bridge, waiting a moment before walking forward. As he walks forward another one of the hunchbacked ogre men come patrolling. Groaning and grumbling to himself until he sees Katsuki. He lets out a low growl and and starts to stomp over to the young man.

Katsuki rolls his eyes, and readies his pistol he suddenly remembers the dust he had gotten a while ago. He backs up a bit and grabs one of the paper wrapped bottles, ripping off the paper and pouring a majority of the contents onto his gun.

"This better fucking work..." He mutters to himself, stuffing the rest in his bag. Some of the ashes remained on his hand. He lets the ogre come to him, watching him raise his hands above his head and bring his arms down quickly. Trying to bash in his skull with the stone brick.

Before the weapon even has the chance to graze a single hair on his head, he fires the pistol. The sound of it rings out into his ears, echoing loudly in the chasm below them. The bullet strikes the man in the chest, but doesn't have him falling to his knees. The ogre was hit hard with the reinforced bullet and ends up losing it's footing, stumbling back to try and stay on the bridge. Instead of regaining his footing the beast trips over it's feet and yells loudly and falls into the darkness below. His death only confirmed after a lud, sickening crack echoes back up to the hunter.

He raises an eyebrow and looks to the ashes of the bottle, it actually worked. He stopped, or maybe it was just dumb luck.

He huffs and starts to move forward off of the bridge. He makes it to the other side, being met with the sight of a large, decaying wodden barn. A body hangs halfway out of the top window, something sticking out of it's back. Something that looked like a slightly larger version of the sickle those women carry. His eyes dart to the open doors of the barn, they creak loudly. The sound of the doors settling, as if they had been disturbed by someone, or something.

He raises an eyebrow and takes a step forward, until he hears this violent hissing and a snarl. He quickly turns around, right hand out and ready to blow up what was behind him.

Nothing was there, just the path that he had come from. He looks around, what the hell was that?

He sighs and turns back to the barn, walking into the dark building. He frowns as room gets darker and darker, his eyes not adjusting fast enough; much to his dismay. He huffs and and stops for a moment, looking through his bag for something that could help him. He grins as he pulls out a torch, the one he had gotten from Central Yharnam. He looks at it, huffing and working to light it. Smiling after he lights it with a spark from his hands, he almost blew the thing up.

He puts his pistol away for the moment, keeping his damaged axe in his right hand. He looks around, a coppery smell reaches his nostrils. Fresh, and almost overwhelming.

He looks around, a sick feeling beginning to form. It feels like there should be something in there with him? Something to attack him? The silence is rather unnerving, and he can't quite say why. He tries to shake the feeling off as he takes a step forward, freezing at the sickening crunch that fills the air. He looks down and sees a dismembered arm, a crushed wrist that was his doing. He steps back and looks around, what happened?

He looks around, using the torch to make it easier to see. He frowns as he sees a mess across the wall of the barn. Blood splattered everywhere, dismembered body parts and torn up entrails scattered all about. Hidden under a bunch of hay, was some kind of large fleshy lump. That must have been what should have attacked him? But...what the hell did that?

He turns away, looking around. There's the light coming from the entrance of the barn, then there's the darkness that beckons him. He shudders slightly as he keeps heading further into the barn. Seeing a small set of wooden stairs, that leads to an area that leads to a ladder at the far end of the room. A pale, dim light is seen near the ladder that looks like it's so far away.

He keeps looking around as he walks through the darkness, the occasional creak or shift of anything in the darkness makes him jump ever so slightly. He keeps looking over his shoulder as he takes a few steps forward, feeling some kind of presence looming over him.

He stops looking over his shoulder, moving quicker as he begins to hear the sound of thumping footsteps and soft hissing following him. He doesn't dare look behind him for what may be following him might be something he's not quite ready to face. He keeps the torch close, making his strides longer and faster. He's almost to the ladder, only a few feet away. Five feet, three, two...

A loud screech rings out in the silent barn, growing louder and louder as each second passes, sending him scrambling up the ladder as his ears start to ring in pain. He hurries up the ladder, hoping and praying that the thing following him doesn't dare venture alongside him. He finally makes it up the ladder and scrambles away from it. He watches the ladder for a moment before sighing, seeing and hearing nothing more.

The silence of the barn isn't as overwhemling as it was a moment ago, now he can hear sounds from the outside. The light dimly lit the room, but it keeps the shadows at bay long enough to bring some kind of relief.

He looks towards the exit of the damned barn, and heads towards it with no hesitation. Taking in a deep breath as he thrusts himself into fresh air and...he stops.

There was a trail of blood leading around a corner of a building. Looking around, it looks like he's on some kind of roof. He frowns and follows the small blood trail, raising an eyebrow as he sees another woman's corpse. Albeit not as torn up as the other one. But not shown any kind of mercy either way. There was a bloody mallet right next to the body, the head of the woman had been bashed in until her skull was only fragments. The red shawl stained with blood and gray matter.

He passes by, feeling a bit unsettled as he hears some kind of whisper pass him by.

He just speed walks past the body, being careful to stay on the roof, feeling the roof tiles shift under his feet. A few clattering off of their rightful places and bouncing off into the void of the ocean down below. He turns a corner to a long path.

More dead bodies, a few of them are torn to pieces, and others were given a swift death. Or at least, one can hope. One woman had been impaled by her own weapon, the searing hot pole iron still burning her now decaying flesh. Curiously though, her eyes seemed to have been gouged out. The decapitated head of an ogre is missing his eyes as well. He huffs and shakes his head, so what? At least those bastards won't get in his way now.

He looks around, going over to a ledge unprotected by graves. He looks over the ledge, eyes widening as he looks over the carnage that was left behind by god knows who.

As he scans the area, his hair stands on end. He freezes as he feels the sharp, cool blade of a sickle pressed againt is neck. His eyes slowly look to the side, feeling long cold fingers grip his shoulder, the assailant digging their nails, no claws in his shoulder. He feels hot blood slowly run down his shoulder as the weapon is slightly pressed into his neck, drawing more of the crimson vitatlity.

He can't move, he feels frozen in place as the creature hisses and snarls it's curses at him. He feels the blade leave his neck, coming into his line of vision as the blade slowly reachs his eyes. As he feels the cold blade brush against his clammy skin, he yells and whirls around; swinging the axe at the assailant.

Much to his surprise there was no one there, he looks around. Eyes darting to any possible location the creature could have gone. He puts his hand to his neck and feels nothing. No cut, nothing caused by the deadly blade. He then feels his shoulder, the painful wound never existed.

"What the hell is happening?" He mutters, looking around. He looks back down to the area below, seeing the carnage was still there. However, now there was someone standing in the middle of it all. The man from before, the guy with the messed up eyes talking about some kind of 'graveyard whispers'.

Katsuki looks ovr the ledge, it's a jump he could make. And he wanted to get to that bastard as soon as possible.

What's the deal with him? Why is he here? What the hell is he muttering about? Most importatnly, what's going on?

If anybody would have any kind of answers it'd be the local crazy.

He huffs as he jumps down from the ledge, grunting as he lands in a patch of dried up grass that grows taller and taller. Having been neglected for so long. He looks towards the man that holds his face in his hands. Muttering and shaking.

Katsuki takes a deep breath and pulls out his pistol, his grip tightening on the axe.

"Hey fucker!" He yells. Tightening his grip on his weapons when the man looks up so suddenly. He swore he heard the man's neck snap from where he was at the moment. He stopped a few feet in front of the man. The body of one of the large armored brutes with an axe through it's chest was between them.

"What, the hell is going on?" He says loudly, gritting his teeth as the man merely gives him a blank stare. He makes himself stay in place as the man begins to walk towards him, hands shaking and bloodied. There's a an old rusty saw cleaver on the ground where he had been standing a moment ago, it's clearly damaged beyond repair.

Katsuki raises his gun to shoot the man, about to tell him to stay where he was and to just answer the damn question. Before he can even say anything the man is already in front of him, grabbing the barrel of the pistol with such eerily gentleness Katsuki couldn't help but feel a semblance of fear. The man lowers the pistol so it aims to the ground.

"Do you see them?" He mutters softly, his grip tightening on the firearm.

"See what you freak?" Katsuki halfheartedly growls, trying not to meet the man's gaze.

He feels the man eye him for a moment, before he let's go of the weapon then watches as he backs away.

"Ah, they see you though..." He looks past Katsuki, fear but a hint of resentment in his cloudy eyes.

"Don't let them take from you...what they took from me hunter..." The man pats his shoulder, and walks away.

"What? Hey! What the hell are-"

He stops as he realizes the man suddenly disappears. Once again gone without a trace, leaving Katsuki in deafening silence. Withered bodies hung on large poles, their arms tied behind their backs. Their skulls sare down at him, silent judgement.

"What the fuck?" He asks aloud, looking around. He huffs to himself, and shakes off the forming dread. Walking over to the closed gate that burned him earlier, as well as damaged his axe.

He looks over the gate, then pulls the lever. He looks up as he hears the sound of rusty wheels turning, the clanking of gears that lift up the old sturdy gate. Giving him access to the path that was previously blocked off before. He sighs as he looks back to the carnage that he left behind, not much compared to what that weird guy did. Katsuki sighs as he looks around, seeing where he dropped down from, a path that leads past a tilted statue. Then another that leads up a hill.

He walks over to the leaning statue and looks it over. Seeing ivy grow over the old monument. He couldn't quite make out what the statue had carved into it, up ahead the path leads to a dead end. A drop into the freezing ocean that holds the unknown below. He sees something in the distance, he walks down the path; walking over the mangled corpses of dogs and another mad woman. He shakes his head and walks past them until the pathway cuts off.

He takes a deep breath as he feels a cool wind blow past him, offering a bit of relief. He looks out to the distance, seeing what looks like a castle in the distance. What the hell? How was he supposed to get over there?

He looks at what he stands on, what seems to be the remnants of a bridge.

"Must have been torn down, but by what? And who?" He mutters, sighing as he turns away. Katsuki heads back to the main path, if anything everything seemed to point towards the hill. The dead end path, what would have been a straightforward road had it not been for the damned gate.

He looks towards the path and sighs, starting to walk forward. Whatever the hell was up ahead better be worth it damn it. He was ready to leave this place.

He looks around one last time before heading up the hill. Before he went to leave, something caught his eye. A fluttering piece of paper half stuck under a small piece of paper. He went over, kneeling down and grabbing the paper, looking at it. He raises an eyebrow, some kind of weird symbol. With an eyeroll he shoves it into his bag.

He looks around, seeing a more people hoisted onto a pike and left to rot. Some of the corpses stare up to the sky in death, others cast their eyes down to the ground in sadness. Other half-rotted skeletons seem to stare at Katsuki as he passes by them.

Katsuki freezes when he hears a loud hiss from behind him, and the loud stomping footsteps. It takes a moment but he wills his body to move forward again, pushing the sound out of his mind. It wasn't real, it couldn't be real.

"You're not real, you don't fucking exist." He mutters, seeing an old rickety house up ahead. A hiss and a sad laugh answers his rejection.

"You don't fucking exist!" He says louder. He puts a hand to his neck, feeling for where the cut from the sickle would be. He feels nothing but smooth skin, no trace of a wound. He walks faster as the stomping seems to get louder, his hands getting twitchy.

"Neither of you are real dammit." He mutters, ignoring the hissing right in his ear.

"Not that freak, not that noise. So leave me the hell alone!" He yells, stopping at the entrance of the ruined home.

He waits for a moment, listening for anything. He lets out a sigh of relief, walking inside.

Katsuki looks around, making note of torn up beds, the scraps and large pieces being stacked on top of each other messily. There are old, rotting wooden barrels that give off a disgusting stench. It smells like rotting meat that's been festering for a long time.

He sighs as he walks over to one of the barrels, near a set of stairs that leads downwards into some kind of basement of sorts. He looks at a barrel and huffs as he tries to open it. Finding the lid to be on tight, hard to lift off. He spents a moment or two trying, he ends up smashing the barrel to pieces with his axe. Only to regret it afterwards, he grits his teeth and covers his mouth and nose to keep from vomitting. There were many small, half rotted eyes and various limbs that wre now splayed in front of him.

"What the fuck?" He gags, stepping away; towards the stairs. He looks over the body parts, looking up when he hears a distant cackle and what sounds like another hiss. He grits his teeth and looks down the stairs, a mixture of annoyance and fear filing him. What on earth was left? What the hell was the hissing?

He tightens the grip on his axe and turns his gaze down the stairs, he was already here dammit. And he figures it's about to to deal with whatever the fucking hissing, and screeching was. Who the hell the 'them' that freak mentioned.

These thoughts run through his mind as he walks down, the old wood creaking loudly under his footsteps. The curiosity slightly clouded over with anger and fear. The want for answers mixed with feeling of aggression and impulse.

Katsuki makes it to the bottom of the stairs, looking around the large room. On either side there are wooden elevated wooden walkways, there used to be a small bridge above that connected the two walkways. There are barrels and worn out beds in all four corners of the room. What the barrels hold, Katsuki doesn't really have any interest in knowing. He walks further into the room, looking around and trying to find the source of the noise he had heard a moment ago.

As he walks further into the room he sees nothing else of interest, other than another door at the far end of the room. He huffs and rubs his eyes. He was fucking losing it, whatever he heard probably wasn't even fucking real!

He huffs and turns towards the door at the far end of the room. He was already here, may as well just finish looking around.

As he took a step forward he felt a woosh of sudden wind, he turned around to see the doorway he had come in through was now blocked off with the solid wall of fog. His eyes dart around as he hears the cackle from before.

As his eyes fall onto a corner where he determines the source of the maicious laugh was there's a noise coming from behind him, at the center of the room. He whirls around and sees a dark figure appearing from the ground, tearing through a rip from whatever hellish dimension it was summoned from and forcing itself into his world. A tall dark creature made completely of shadows, wild hair that fails to cover it's piercing white spheres for eyes.

It looks around, turning it's gaze to look at the world it's found itself in. Much to Katsuki's confusion it just starts walking around, the sickle in it's hand still dangerously sharp. Was that the thing that had been following him around? He watches it walk towards the walkway.

Frankly...it's fucking pathetic.

Katsuki watches it for a moment before turning away to look for the thing he had figured was in the corner. He looks over his shoulder and turns back towards his small destination as the thing comes to the dead end of the bridge. The strange and formerly terrifying creature just staring off into space.

As Katsuki nears the corner a grotesque woman appears before his eyes. The woman was hunched over, her long black hair draped over her face. Her body was covered in what looked like small sewn sewn into an old raggedy cloak.

She noticed him and growls at him, only to receive a yell and an axe to her back. She screams in pain and flinches away as he hacks away at her back, moaning loudly and raising some kind of item in her hand. When she brought it down she had disappeared from view, Katsuki's axe slamming harmlessly into the ground.

He huffs and looks around, she was gone...but she still had to be in the room. The dark creature was still walking around aimlessly, not paying any mind to Katsuki. He hums to himself as he walks around the room, looking around for the witch. He looks around, having only seen the woman when he got close to her, so she could hide her presece from afar. Clever, annoying as hell, but clever.

One of the questions was, how? How could she make herself seem invisible and how did she summon those things?

His mind wanders over the possibility as his eyes scan where he walks.

It wasn't until he walked on top of one of the walkways she appeared again, hobbling away. Not fast enough, and she didn't seem to notice him until the axe was buried deep into her back, splitting apart some of the eyes that she wears. He ignores her howls of pain and pulls the heavy weapon out, bringing it down once more on the already bleeding wound.

He watches the creature disappear again, leaving him to look for her again. She was badly injured, she was a pretty frail lady who depended on the stupid shadwman for protection. Shouldn't take him too long. He looks towards the center of the room as another creature appears, he watches it for a moment, seeing it look around like th other one and it start to walk around aimlessly. He scoffs and jumps down from the walkway.

He looks around, walking across the walkways to confuse the creatures.

Don't let them take what they took from me? What the fuck did this lady and her stupid minions do to mess that weird guy up? He must be pretty damn pathetic...

It was eerily quiet as the boy walked around the abode, searching for the woman while ignoring the creatures of shadows.

He grins as he finds the woman, he extends his axe and runs towards her, yelling as he spins around twice. Striking her twice and making her falls over. He's about to strike her again when he notices that she didn't have the same wounds as she had before.

The hell?

As he's about to strike her again she lifts up her hands and screams, a dark aura surrounds them and sends Katsuki flying across the room. He grunts in pain as he crashes into barrels and boxes, coughing as he sits up.

"What the fuck?" He mutters as he gets to his feet, watching her disappear.

Were there two?

How?

As he silently pondered that, another one of the black creatures being summoned snapped him out of it and reminded hi he had to keep moving. The third one seemd different than the first two. It was more twitchy, and it would keep a constant eye on him. If anything it had made more of an effort to get to him, following his footsteps, but also moving with a brisk pace.

Something told Katsuki he should make more of an effort to keep that thing away from him. He looks around as he jogs around the room, eyes darting to the corners, to the broken bridge. He growls in impatience and irritation until he hears the clatter of something to the ground.

He looks around to the source of the clatter, a piece of wood fell to the ground from one of the walkways. He grins and runs over to the source of the noise, the hunched over crone looks up and hisses at him. It was the first one, with how she was pathetically limping; bleeding profusely.

He raises the axe above his head and brins it down on her back, embedding it deeply. The witch screams as she tries to get away, only to be pulled back to him. He growls as he puts one one in front of her as she turns to his at him. He yells as he sets off a large explosion, feeling the woodwork under his feet tremble from the force.

He pulls his axe out of the burnt and broken body that somehow wasn't blown apart.

"One down..." He mutters to himself, looking around for the second one. He looks around, watching and listening for any sign of where the witch is. As he jumps down from the walkway he sees another one of the shadow creatures appears from the floor.

"What the hell..." He mutters to himself.

As he keeps moving he doesn't notice the witch standing from the other end of the room. She growls as she watches him look around for her, having just watched her sister being felled by this hunter's strange and foreign power. She lifts up her hands, blue lights surrounding them. She yells loudly as she sends the arcane forces towards the boy. She watches in delight as he doesn't have time to react, watching the arcane wrap itself around him and suffocate him. Binding him tightly to where he stands.

"What the fuck!" Katsuki yells, struggling. Tryin to get free from whatever the hell was trapping him. He doesn't take notice of the old crone rushing towards him until he feels a bony hand grab his hair and force him to the ground. He yells and struggles, looking up to see the withered face of the witch grinning maniacly down at him.

"You-" He was cut off as a blade cut into his face, screaming in pain as the blade cut deep into his eye sockets. He struggles harder as he feels her dig her fingers into his eyes and try to pluck out the orbits. He screams even louder as he feels her tug hard, desperately reaching for his pistol.

"GET THE HELL OFF OF ME!" He screams, grabbing his firearm and using his other hand to grab her long unkempt hair. He hears her scream loudly as he tugs her hair roughly, pointing the the gun at her. He hears an even louder scream as he presses the trigger, feeling more hot blood splatter onto him.

She lets go and disappears, leaving Katsuki blinded and injured.

"Fuck!" He yells, holding his face; feeling salty tears mixing and stinging his injured eyes. He shakily gets up to his feet, reaching for a blood vial; only to feel a few left. He had plenty left before...

"You fucking bitch!" He yells, grabbing one of his remaining blood vials and stabbing himself in the leg. He grits his teeth as he hears stomping footsteps, his mind taking him back to the darkness of the barn. That thing that had insisted on hunting him down and trying to end him. Trying to send him to madness.

He grunts as he feels the hot blood course through his veins, gitting his teeth as he feels his eyes slowly being repaired. Painful as last time one of them was injured. If he could see, he'd probably be blinded from pain alone. He moves forward, using his left hand to try to feel for any kind of landmark. He huffs and strains his ear, listening for the hisses and stomps the creatures couldn't prevent themselves from doing.

He hears a soft hiss as one slowly approches him from the left, he goes right. Quickly, yet carefully. Trying to feel his way around. Why the hell aren't his eyes healed yet?!

He stops, hearing a soft cackle and a woosh of air. From behind!

He ducks and rolls to the right, knocking over an old barrel. The bitch was right behind him!

He growls as he starts to run towards her, running blindly towards the witch. He stop in his tracks and fires his gun in the direction he's running, nodding to himself when he hears an impact and a small yelp of pain. Right in front of him, he doesn't hesitate to swing the axe down. Again and again, feeling her blood spill and listening to her yells of pain.

Only when the axe strikes the ground at full force, making his ears ring; does he realize she left him again in his blind stupor. He grunts, rubbing at his still healing eyes. The left one was healing faster than the right; then again the right one was the eye she had tried to pluck form him. Still, he coldn't quite see out of his left eye. Everything blurry and bloody still.

He moves forward, moving cautiously as he hears one of the screeches of the dark creature unnervingly close. He hears the creak of wood under his feet, great, on the walkways. He keeps moving forward, until he bumps into one of the tall creatures. He hears it hiss at him, and rolls to the side as a woosh of the sharpened sickle passes right by him. Much to his dismay though his rolled off of the walkway, crashing onto some old boxes.

He grabs another blood vial and stabs himself in the leg, hoping that will speed up the healing process. He grits his teeth and tries to listen for her, hearing nothing the the stomping and hissing from the summoned beasts. Where the hell was she?

He gets his answer when he's grabbed by his hair again, the old crone pulling him back down to her level. He tries to aim his pistol at her when he feels a blade cut into his hand and force him to drop the gun. He yells and tries to reach for his axe, only to realize it has been knocked away at the same time he dropped his pistol. He hears the sound of the firearm clatternig away, she kicked it out of his reach.

"Such pretty, pretty eyes..." A dry, sandpapery voice whispers softly to him, sending shivers running violently up and down his spine. He hears soft laughter that rises into mad cackling as the blade nears his face again.

"Get off of me!" He yells, one hand clawing at the hand in his hair and the other trying to reach for the hand that holds the blade. He grits his teeth, his hand aching and his head throbbing in agonizing pain.

He screams as the blade seemingly comes from nowhere, cutting deeply into his eyes again. He struggles desperately, no longer clawing at the bony hand in his hair but instead reaching for her face. An idea forming in his mind despite the panic and pain. He yells out in pain as she cuts deeper, hearing her drop the blade and feeling cold bony fingers dig ino his eye once again.

He growls as he grabs the dry, greasy locks of the woman. Hearing her yell in pain as he tugs hard, making her comes closer. But causing him more pain as she grasped more tightly to his bloody eye. He yells as he drives a fist into his face, grinning when he feels it hit home. He drives his fist into his face again, making her stumble back but taking him with her.

She growls at him, but doesn't get the chance to grab her blade again. Katsuki puts a sweaty hand to her face, cringing at the feel of the dry and wrinkling skin. He grits his teeth, focusing his efforts into his quirk. Feeling his muscles tese as he struggles and tries again and againto pry his hand off of her.

He grits his teeth and he puts everything into this one attack, feeling the hot destructive power brimming from his hands.

"DIE!" He screams as a large explosion erupts from his palms, biting back a yell of pain as the old crone was blasted away; her hands being ripped roughly from his eyes. He falls to the ground and hears a loud crashing noise from a few feet from where he was. WIthout thinking he rushes towards his assailant, feelig himself push through a cluster of the dark creatures. His feet hit somethingon the ground; almost making him stumble.

He growls andkicks the object, hearing a hiss and the sound of pattering feet trying to run away. He didn't give her the chance, rushing forward and forcing her to the ground. She yells and claws at him, giving a few new cuts but they seem like nothing compared to what she's already done. He growls as he pulls back his fist and drives it into her her face, feeling her trying to bite at him in yet another desperate attempt to get free.

Again, again, again!

He keeps attacking her, again and again until he feels long, cold fingers wrap around his neck and pull him back roughly. He feels the cold hand force him to the ground, the cold sickle held close to his face as the hand tightens around his throat. Cutting off precious oxygen.

He coughs and struggles trying again to summon his explosions, only to feel hot smoke. None of the destructive fire would answer his demands. He keeps fighting, hearing softer footsteps head towards him. No, not again.

He can't even muster up a yell as he tries to get free, one hand reaching to try to remove the beast's hand closed around his throat. The other hand tries to reach for something, any weapon of some sort. He could have gasped in surprise is he could, feeling the edge of the cold barrel of the gun. He grits his teeth as his head spins; seeing dark spots in his darkened vision.

Almost...there...

He reaches out to it, his body desperate for oxygen and his mind desperate to avoid the pain.

He grunts as he grabs the barrel, the gun fumbling in his hands as he's lifted off of the ground. The creature slams him into a wall, wood splintering under the impact. He clutches the gun tightly in his left hands. Grabbing a blood vial with his right and stabbing himself in the leg.

He hears the soft patter of footsteps slowly heading towards him. She probably doesn't have much left in her, one shot should do the trick. The hand tightens as he tries to gasp for air, hopefully he can last that long. The dark spots have now turned into bright flashing colors. He wants to pass out, barely capable of coherent thought at this point.

His left eye is mostly healed, still damaged but healed enough. He sees the witch in front of him, reaching towards him with a shaky hand; barely staying on her feet. He grabs her arm, seeing her flinch in surprise and pain as he pulls her close and shoves the gun in her face.

He presses the trigger and hears her scream in pain. Still alive? Fine.

Again, she screams trying to pull away from him. Her struggles were futile as she started to grow weaker and weaker wth another bullet and another. He grits his teeth, wanting to scream in pain as the cerature holding him tries to subdue his efforts by cutting into him. He can't even feel where it was wounding him, close to passing out s the witch looks up to him. She opens her mouth to croak something out, only to have the pistol shoved into her mouth.

Go..to hell...

He presses the trigger and hears an ear splitting scream, feeling the hand around his throat release him. He falls to the ground and gasps for air, coughing as he tries to comply to his body's demands for air. He hears the clattering of multiple sickles and the screeching of dying creatures as they fade away from existence. He feels an immense amount of power flood into him, as the presence of the monsters fade away from existence.

He lays on the ground for a moment, taking the time to breathe and heal himself. Finding it hard to do anything else at the moment.

He groans as he feels his eyes repair themselves, pins and needles, then sharp stinging. Then the throbbing headache, wonderful. Simply wonderful.

He slowly opens his eyes, blurriness that was blinked away. He looks to the cieiling above, frowning as he sees many bodies wrapped in thick cloth hanging precariously from up above.

Okay yeah, time to get up and get the fuck out of there.

He gets to his feet, groaning and holding his head. Sudden dizziness, he huffs and shakes his head. Looking around the area, destroyed barrels and bloodied ground. Most of it was probably his. He looks around seeing his axe and and lamp up ahead. He grabbed the axe and looked it over, yeah. It had most definitely seen better days. He looks to the lamp, seeing it in front of the door he had meant to go through earlier.

He sighs and goes to the lamp, snapping his fingers and lighting the lamp. Summoning the small Messengers that are somehow comforting to him. Despite still being annoyng little shits.

He turns to the wooden door, rotting from old age. He goes over, half expecting it to he locked; mildly surprised and pleased when it swung open. He looks through the doorway, seeing dark stairways heading down to another wooden door. He looks around the narrow corridor, not seeing anywhere anything could hide and jump out at him.

After deeming it safe enough, he heads down the stairs briskly; wanting to leave as soon as possible. He comes upon the door, pushing it open easily.

As soon as he opens the door, he's met with the sight of a man tied up. Sitting there limply, not seeming aware of Katsuki's presence. He looks over the man, something seeming familiar about him. He hesitantly walks over, seeing what looks like a workshop tool sitting on th lap of the man.

"Hold on..." He tells himself, kneeling down and looking up to where the man's face would be. Eyes widening when he sees a skull staring down to the ground instead of a human face. There were deep cuts into the skull where the eye sockets were.

"Holy shit it's..."

"I've been trapped here...for the longest time." A sad voice says, he whirls around; seeing the man in the doorway. He steps to the side as the man steps into the room, approaching his body. "I haven't..." His voice cracks. "I haven't been able to leave. I couldn't move on...not with them still alive! Not when the whispers kept me here with their demands, with their warnings..." He loks to Katsuki, instead of the bloody face and cloudy eyes he's met with the face of an aged man, an adult who's been aged faster due to worry and stress. His dark eyes full of a mixture of relief and sorrow.

"But now I can leave, they aren't a threat...and maybe I can rest easy..."

It took Katsuki a moment to find his voice. "Who the hell are you?" He demands, watching the man grab the tool from his corpse and look it over. After a moment he looks back to Katsuki and hands him the tool with a smile.

"My name was Caryll." He makes Katsuki take the tool from his quickly fading hands. "I created this tool, and the runes that accompany it. My runes are scattered across all of Yharnam, some held within the nightmares, others held by fellow hunters." He was halfway gone.

"You carve the runes into your mind, with how you are as of now you can most likely only handle three runes. Perhaps even an oath..."

"An oath, runes...what the fuck are you going on about? How the hell am I even supposed to know what they fucking mean!" He asks seeing the man slowly disappear from view. He was fading quickly.

"I recommend asking..." He stops, a look of fear crossing his features. He looks towards the door, if ghosts could break into cold sweats he most certainly would be in one now.

"Asking who? And-"

"You must leave...something's wrong. You must leave now!" He cuts off the teenager, grabbing his shoulders and ushering him out of the room. It takes Katsuki a moment but he regains his footing and makes the near transparent man let him go. The man didn't seem to notice as he kept running ahead, out of the Witch's Abode and out into the open world of the outside. Katsuki huffs as he shoves the tool into his bag and follows the man, freezing in his tracks as he sees the sky.

Katsuki watches as darkness creeps across the sky, not a setting sun no. It was as if the sky was being swallowed up by a dark force, originating from somewhere in the Ward. The afternoon sun is soon swallowed up, plunging the entire world into pure darkness. He looks around, darkness once again claiming his vision until a large spot of white appears in the sky. Then another, and another.

As if the sky was bleeding pale blood, spheres of white appear into the sky close to each other. Like paint splattering onto a canvas, more and more appear until they slowly form what appears to be the moon. The sky slowly begins to light up again, tiny twinkling dots, stars, appear from the dark veil above. The world doesn't seem as dark as before.

Night had finally fallen.

"What the-"

"Hunter!" He feels Caryll shake him out of his stupor. "Hunter are you alone?" He asks desperately.

"What? No, fucking Icyhot and Deku are with me. Why?" He stops when he sees the man's terrified face.

"Someone has brought night...night...no.." He lets Katsuki go. Looking towards the moon. "Eternal night...one of your friends..."

"They're not my fucking friends."

"One of them...has brought eternal night, one of your friends has opened the gateway between nightmare and reality! One of your friends...has begun the end."

"What!"

"Yharnam's done for..." He mutters, looking down to his now transparent hands. now turning to dust. He was out of time.

"What! What the fuck are you talking about!"

The man sighs sadly, most of his body gone. He looks to Katsuki in sorrow.

"Soon, the line between man and beast will be blurred. Don't let yourself be consumed by blood, by madness you understand?"

"By..."

"You understand?!"

"Yes, I fucking understand!"

The man smiles, turning his eyes to the ground. "Do you?"

Katsuki doesn't get to reply as the man had finally turned to dust. His spectral remains being carried away. He looks to the sky, running back into the abode to use the lamp. If Caryll's words were anything to go by he'd have to restock everything and cash in his echoes.

He hurriedly transports to the dream, going the the Bath and buying bullets and blood vials. Before hurrying over to the Doll and holdng out his hand, demanding strength and vitality.

Once she was finished he packed everything up, slinging the satchel over his shoulder and rushing to one of the graves. Before he teleports away the Doll stops him.

"Good hunter." She says softly.

"What!" He yells, itching to head back to Yharnam, something telling him he had to go back and kick someone's ass. Probably Deku's, knowing him he probably fucked everyone over.

"The Messenger's have a gift for you." She looks to the pale creatures that hold up an item to Katsuki. He grabs it, muttering a whatever as he leaves. Not seeing the mocking pose one of the Messengers mimicked.

-HotN

Katsuki huffs as he looks around the chapel, seeing someone new. He didn't really care to know who they were at the moment. He heads outside, quickly disposing the two lantern bearers that insisted on bothering him.

He looks to the sky, the pale moon watching over him.

"Shit..." He mutters. He looks up when he feels something, like a shift in reality. It came from the chapel. So it one of the others, he looks to the chapel. Expecting the person to come out, to look at what happened to the fucking sky!

He walks over to the entrance, seeing a head of red and white hair.

"Oi! Icyhot!" He yells, getting his attention and grabbing him; dragging him outside. He see's Shouto's eyes widen.

"When did..."

"Where the hell is Deku! What the fuck did this!" He yells, valid questions. What exactly was it that did this.

"What do you mean? Why would you think someone did this?" He ses Shoto look around. "Where is Midoriya anyway?"

Katsuki told him, the way the moon had appeared. How it wasn't normal. He grew ever more irked when he noticed Icyhot wasn't really paying attention. He had to be paying some kind of attention, because as he spoke Shouto's seemed to be growing more and more concerned.

"Hold on..." He sees Icyhot rush inside, seeing him looking around.

Now that Katsuki had thought about it, something was wrong. He had received no greeting, he hadn't heard or seen a certain someone.

Katsuki heads inside the chapel, doing a quick visual sweep of the place.

Something was wrong.

Someone was missing.

He looks to Shouto.

"Where's Victoria?"

-HotN-

That took forever! Sorry it took so long everyone!I had actually thought it wouldn't be, or take this long. But it did, so hurrah hurrah I guess. Think?

So, I've been thinking about a doing another crossover. WHile I research (*cough*cough*WatchAnimeAndPlayCertainGames*cough*cough*) other shows and genres for another project.

Well I'll see you guys later!

HAve a nice day/night everybody!

P.S I do not own MHA/ Bloodborne