Journal of the Monster Hunter

The Crucible Pt. 1

1/13/22

It is currently 12 am on January 12th, as of today we've been learning how to use Kinesis. But I think now is a good time to talk about the Crucible.

It was December 18th, two days before The Crucible. What is the Crucible? Well it's the first field mission every Agency Monster Hunter goes on. In the forests of the British Columbia there is an area teeming with monsters. Mostly Ghouls, but werewolves, wendigos, skin walkers, vampires and other dangerous beasts roam this area. The goal is to survive the night. Agents are given a fire arm and sidearm of their choice, a sword of their choice, food, water, and medical supplies.

What was Ouroboros platoon and the rest of our company doing two nights before? Well we had taken up defensive positions in our barracks while something repeatedly collided against the one entrance to out barracks, roaring and screaming. We weren't able to tell what it was. My platoon was at the front, having deconstructed a few of the bunks to use the supports as spears and the frames as shields. Behind us was Triskele Platoon, ready to use sheets to try and stop whatever it was, if it got through us. "Steady!" Eillana, who had become the platoon leader, called our. Another heavy thud, the door bent inwards, one more heavy hit and it would come off. "The moment the bastard shows his face, we charge!"

Finally, the door bursted open, slamming directly into where I was. I had managed to keep myself upright but the person to my right was knocked over. I looked over my makeshift shield to see long clawed fingers on the edge of the door. A growl emanated from the darkness outside the barracks. Saliva dropped from an unseen maw. Slowly, an elk skull entered our view. "What the fuck is that?" Baran asks, saying what we were all thinking.

"I-It's a False Wendigo!" One of the younger cadets called out.

"Aw fuck! This can't be happening!" Someone else shouted.

Baran and I looked at each other, I then looked over at Eillana then at the False Wendigo. The beast slowly entered the barracks, letting out its haunting screech. "Ouroboros Platoon! Hold! Don't let it get through us!" Eillana called out. It started to approach us, we backed up a little. It was approaching one of the cadets on the end. The cadet thrusted his weapon at the creature but it caught his arm and lifted her up. It opened its mouth and was about to snap it shut on his head. Luckily for him, I had thrown my "spear" into the False Wendigo's side. The creature let out out a wail and dropped him, turning to me. The rest of my platoon threw their weapons and the creature protected its face as blood began to drip down from its wounds. It let out another screech and charged us, particularly in my direction. We raised our shields and pushed back against its strength.

"Come on ya ugly freak! That the best ya got!?" Baran roared. We began to push harder. We could feel ourselves gain some ground.

After ten minutes of us barely holding the False Wendigo back, we heard footsteps and a "GET DOWN!"

The creature turned its attention away from us and we all ducked. Gun fire filled the silence followed by the creature roaring. I looked up to see it running out of the barracks. It lunged at one of the Agents who dodged out of the way, pulling a knife out. The agent then charged at the creature which was now weakened due to its wounds and leapt on top of it. He started stabbing it repeatedly in the neck and head. The creature thrashed and screeched before it eventually flopped down, letting out one last whimper before dying. The agent was clearly panting and stood up. With that, the simulation ended. Around us, the judges began to clap. I nearly collapsed out of exhaustion.

"Congratulations, Ouroboros Platoon. You're the first class since 1991 to survive the False Wendigo attack with zero casualties. I can see why you all were chosen for Project Spellsword." One of the judges said. "Return to your barracks and await further orders."