The Want To Go Home

Father gascan!

Not beta-read, if you find any confusing ways of wording or misused words (EX: tails and tales) please tell me! I'm also writing this as a love letter to bloodborne itself. So be ready for some graphic scenes!

2596 words of Gascan fight. Your welcome.

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Fear the hunter that has turned.

For he is gone, too far mad to be returned.

In their hunt for blood, they got lost in a flood.

Of beats hood and fear. May the hunters hear.

This hunter, a priest. Has become a beast.

Bring us peace by slaying this, poor beast.

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If Izuku's estimation on time is correct, it had been nearly a month since he had been dragged into this god-forsaken land. Three days ago, he had managed to do the quickening art once... once...

Gerhman had told him it would be a slow process to even be able to do it repeatedly without some sort of conduit to channel the art through. Though... a conduit able to do that would be nearly impossible to come by at this point. With enough dedication and practice, any hunter worth their salt could, in theory, use the quickening art at any time. And while Izuku himself wasn't that impressed by his abilities, the confidence of Gerhman had begun to rub off on him. If Gerhman, one of the oldest hunters, could believe that he could do this, that he could push past the dream and back to his world... then he would have to believe him.

And even if he did not believe the confident words of Gerhman... then the Doll's kind words of encouragement would probably do the trick. She treated him... like a little brother in a way. When he was horrible after hearing the mob speak to one another like normal people. When the blood in his veins felt wrong and his body burned with hate. She would be there with kind words and a soft hand on his shoulder. Maybe it was the fact it was how he WANTED his mother to be to him when he was younger. Or maybe, it was because when he searched deep in his memories, both Gerhman and The Doll reminded him of how his parents used to be. One a confident pillar and the other a soft blanket that would rather you be safe than in danger. If only his dad could have seen through his genetic mutation. Seen through the fact, his son was now useless. Then maybe Izuku wouldn't have allowed so much bullying to happen to him. Then maybe he would have been okay with being quirkless and could have strived to be anything other than a hero. Then he wouldn't have needed to run from Bakugou every day.

But... the past couldn't be changed. Izuku couldn't change the direction he ran nor the hate Baugou felt for him. And so Izuku headed back into the cursed streets of Yharnam. There was an old lady and a little girl who needed to get somewhere safe. And he would be damned if his fear of the crazed hunter would stop him.

The beating of Izuku's heart reminded him that this wasn't all just a fragile dream. As he walked up the stairs to the cemetery, stairs that he knew he would need to travel hundreds of times if this didn't go his way. He had read up on all the important books in the workshop, A Hunter's Guide to Guns, Identify Weakness, and a plethora more for this battle. He might be more than human at this point... but so was this hunter. He had scoured the city for a hunter registry. This hunter could only be a handful of men. Henryk, Gascoigne, Adim, Luka, and Charles. The five hunters of Central Yharnam... and he had seen three hunters corpses throughout the entirety of Yharnam. And from the note in the music box... Izuku could only hope it wasn't Gascoigne because that would mean his wife would be hidden in one of the piles of corpses. Either dead or nearly dead.