What We Hunt

Chapter 2 - The Forgotten Truth

Haitei stood up, wiping the blood from his coat, before heading for the door.

"You're just gonna leave!?" Cruciatul asked, following him briskly outside.

"The beast is dead. There's no more to do here."

Cruciatul then looked up at the night sky. Seeing the moon reminded him of the night his mother had been mutilated, and the night his entire crew was massacred. "The moon is bright tonight." He commented as the horrific images flashed in his mind.

Haitei then stopped as if he almost forgot something. He then quickly turned to Cruciatul and reached for his gun. Though, before even pulled it back out of its holster, he studied Cruciatul's face gleaming in the bright moon.

The hell!? Is he different somehow!? Did I miss something? No... Haitei thought to himself. He then stood at ease and looked to the moon with Cruciatul. "Yes, yes it is."

"What was that thing in there?" Cruciatul asked, focusing back on the situation.

"A werewolf. A beast."

"You... You knew he was going to turn. How?"

"I hunt them."

"I want in."

Haitei looked at him, "Excuse me?"

"The hunt. I want to hunt with you."

Haitei thought for a moment, studying Cruciatul's face, specifically the two vertical scars over his left eye.

"Tell me something." He said.

"Hm?"

"That scar, on your face... Where'd you get it?"

Cruciatul put his fingers to his face. He remembered the night well, the night of his mother's death. He remembered hearing loud crunching noises coming from below his childhood bedroom. He remembered that his door had been busted open, the lock broken. He remembered the sound of the window shattering as he climbed down the stairs. The creaking of the floor, the tears running down his face, his mother's blood tapping the floor as it dropped from her entrails that hung on the walls and ceiling, he remembered all of it... Everything except how he got the scar.

"Any day now." Haitei said.

"I... I don't remember."

Haitei stood silent for a moment. "No." He said plainly before he started walking again.

"What??" Cruciatul said following him.

"Did I stutter?"

"Why not?? Tell me why."

"Tell me where you got the scar."

"I said I don't remember!"

"Yes you do."

"I really don't! Why does it matter anyway!? It's a just a scar!!"

Haitei stopped, pulled his gun and turned to aim at Cruciatul. "Because wasn't there to hunt that beast!"

Cruciatul stopped and fell to the floor, backing away from the barrel of death aimed right at him.

Haitei walked towards him and put a foot on his chest. It was still raining hard, and the lightning cracking the sky preceded the loud booming thunder as Haitei pulled the hammer of his gun back.

"Where'd you get the scar?" He asked calmly.

"I already told you, I don't remember!"

"Then me remind you! You are werewolf, that scar came from the claws of a night beast, infecting you with it's plague of beast hood, thus making our meeting..." He pressed the barrel of the pistol to Cruciatul's forehead, "...your sentence to death."