Transiens Hospitibus Sumus
It all started when I was 6 years old. My parents, may they burn in hell, thought me a monster, so they left me alone in the woods, thinking I would die. Oh how surprised they were, when I showed up inside the doorway two weeks later, the scream my mother let loose upon seeing me, standing there before her, still makes me laugh, even to this day, but then when she called for “Father” I knew something terrible was brewing. He ran outside of our “house” (truthfully it was no more than a hut), and stared at me, with a blank expression on his face. He tried to talk to me, to explain away the leaving of me in the woods, but no amount of explanation would help, because we both knew it was a lie. As “Father” motioned for me to come closer, I noticed the gleaming blade clenched in his fist, and I freaked. It was the first time, (they say you never forget your first, and let me tell you, it’s true), the first time I was ever forced to do it. When he saw me standing still, he ran towards me, thinking I was paralyzed with fear and unable to defend, or evade. Boy, how he screamed when I drove my hand through his chest. It was a sad moment for all, at that time, my father, slowly bleeding to death on the floor, me, covered in his blood laying down on the floor, (Oh, how naïve I was), but I will never forget the look upon my mother’s face, as she saw the man of her dreams bleeding to death before her only “son”. But, that is all the past now, and it matters not. I am no longer a “defenseless” little kid of 6, I have grown, and over these past 14 years, in more than just my body. I have trained, day after day, month after month, year after year, to become what I am now. A nameless, emotionless, killing machine, directed by who offers the greatest amount of cash. I am The Hunter, and everything is my prey, be it normal people out in the streets, or be it the creatures of the supernatural, they all will be exterminated before myself.
It was the first of the month of the Beast, when I was hired to “find” her. She was always able to avoid me, always beyond my ability to track, but this time would be different, this time I would find her, and I would finally end this feud.
~This is the intro to a short story I wrote for my creative writing class, a few months back, thought maybe some people would enjoy it on Morbid Chanel.~Slayer