Death Hunters

A new day a new dawn

The day began like any other. Jack's alarm went off he got out of bed had breakfast got dressed and turned on the news. He was a young man of 19 newly moved out so far things hadn't gone well for him. He had lost three jobs and if he didn't find pay soon he'd lose the small flat he currently called home. Not that it was much to call home a sofa and TV in the main room said sofa also folding out to be counted as a bed. A small kitchen off to the side made of stained white tiles, an oven from 1962 and a ridge from around the same time. The bathroom to the other side made up of an almost greasy green tile, bath complete with broken and failed sealant and rusty tap in both the bath and sink. Yes Jack Butch truly did live in a shite hole a shite hole that cost him an arm and a leg and just so happened to be in the middle of Liverpool. And if he didn't find another new way to pay for said arm pit of a flat he'd either be back with his mum and dad or on the street.

It was then Jack looked over to his small TV it's grey frame gave way to the BBC news running a story on "increasing reports of paranormal activity across the country" a load of shite Jack thought to himself he'd then finish getting dressed and head off to the first of a number of job interviews for the day. The job was in a warehouse sorting products once he got there from a boring bus ride he'd look up at the grey building a large S stood in big lettering above the doorway. As he walked in Jack would look at the multiple vans at trucks in the loading dock and car park. One would stand out to him however it appeared to be a black transport van with the words "Death Hunters" across the side in white. 'Maybe someone here plays paint ball' after that thought Jack a second on it. 

He'd walk in and make his way to the fourth floor and then walk in to the correct office. The man at the desk was rather large. Not in a bulky body builder way more so in a "I could never say no to more cake" way. He was so big in fact that he spilled out of the chair it's self. His eyes where tired, his thick brown beard greying. His head hairless. He'd say in a rough voice "ah you must be Jack." Jack would look over for some reason still unknown to himself he always cracked under small pressures like job interviews that's why he had to partake in so many. He'd look over to the large old man "eh yes sir nice to meet you." He'd reach out to shake the other mans hand it being met in kind. "Please sit down." Jack would sit. The interview was boring. They always where. He'd answer most of the questions on autopilot having been asked them so many times it was almost muscle memory to him. Jack longed for adventure to see the world to see something. When he first moved out he thought it would be the start of an amazing life filled if action. Oh how wrong he was. He'd spent the first six months just trying to keep his head above water when it came to the bills alone. Something adventure wouldn't pay. He'd finally come back from his autopilot induced day dream when the large man asked him something actually new. He'd be handed a simple list "Now why don't we see how good you are with a little taster? Go down to the floor and get that list copied and faxed back to me so we can see how good you are with the system." Jack would nod get up and head down to the bottom floor copying the list and faxing it back up.

As he was about to leave he'd hear a whisper ".......Jaaaaaaaack." He'd look over to where it had come from. Old brown and damaged fire doors looked back at him from down the hall. ".........Jaaaaaaaack!" The voice was sharp and scratchy sounding to be female. Slowly Jack would walk down the hall and open the door going through. He couldn't help but see what it was. He was greeted by more grey hall however something was different here. There was no light aside from that coming through the now open door. That is until said door being a fire door would close by itself. Jack would look back and try to open the door. It wouldn't move for love nor money then he would hear it again "Jaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack" It was closer now. He'd turn around only for his legs to be swept out from underneath him he'd look down the hall in fear. It was hard to make out but he could see a tendril leading to the hall. Turning the corner would be a featureless blob of black what looked to be long black hair draped off the main black body. The only part of it that wasn't black where the rows and rows of sharp spinning white teeth in the mass's centre "FOUND YOU!" It would then start to pull Jack towards itself Jack screaming wildly in terror as it did. This was it. This was his end. He didn't know what this was but he knew as he was slowly pulled in like a planet to a black hole this was it. 

That was until the door would be kicked in and a flaming sliver long sword would chop the tendril to bits. Jack would then see three men clad in black tactical armour and equipment rush in. Two with guns a MP5 and GPMG while the third the one to save him held a beautifully crafted silver long sword with a handle made of gold. The blade of which was lit ablaze. The man with that sword would then shout out in a rough and grizzly northern accent "Viper your with me Yuri stay with the kid!" The swordsmen and man with the MP5 would rush down the hall at the now fleeing monster. As the now noticeable larger man holding the GPMG would bend down to help untie Jack's legs. Jack would look out and stammer "w-what was that thing!?" The large man would look to him and reply in a thick Russian voice "best not to worry about it we'll handle it from here." He'd then finish cutting Jack out before handing Jack a business card and also rushing down the hall gun in hand. Jack not wanting to almost die twice in one day would get up and run out the door back home. To his truly shite hole of a flat