✔ The Hunters | Garou

TWENTY SIXTH HUNT

WITHOUT A FIGHT

"Je vous souhaite d'être follement aimée." 
Translation: my wish is that you may be loved to the point of madness.
- André Breton

I'm too damn late!

Just as King, Bad, and I reached the epicenter, we split up and had to fight off these weird, tiny, identical looking black gremlins with shit-eating smirks on their white faces. I fended off most of them, until I was led to my worst nightmare.

From afar, I saw both my uncle and my adoptive father on the rubble, and just a little distance away, a tall, black, humanoid creature with glowing red streaks on its body stood, hunched and holding its face, groaning loudly.

And then it let out an ear piercing roar as it looked up, for some reason, straight at me. It eerily sounded like the roar of a man. I pulled out my guns and started walking towards this creature. He looked oddly familiar. The body, the horns, the shape of its face. All too familiar.

It couldn't be...

I was strangely calm as I walked past my uncle, who had fallen on his stomach and was looking up with worry at grandpa as he was fallen far off, near the creature.

"Tenrou?! What are you doing here?!" exclaimed my uncle as he caught notice of me walking past him. The creature's body visibly stiffened upon the mention of my name and it turned to face me. My uncle pleaded, "Don't go! He's too strong!"

"Who is he?" I asked, feeling my heart hammering in my chest. I kind of knew.

"Garou."

I drew in a shaky breath and continued walking. I could hear my uncle calling, urging me to step back, but I just couldn't. I had to do this.

When I stood at a distance that was far enough for us to be sparring distance, but close enough to hear each other speak, I saw that black stuff on him was a shell, and it was cracked and broken over his right eye. The glowing streaks of red marked his horns (which used to be his hair) and coursed down to his glowing eyes to his neck; they curved against and traced the contours of his chest, his abs, his arms, and thighs.

He truly looked terrifying. Nothing human, except for the single exposed eye of his, which was staring at me.

"It's been a while," I said, smiling, "What have you been up to?"

The first thing I heard was a scoff. "Stop trying to get all chummy with me, woman."

"Is this how you speak to your childhood friend?" I asked, shrugging.

"I don't care."

I looked at grandpa a little distance away. It took me everything not to snap. "I can see you roughed up grandpa and my uncle."

There was a pause. "It seems so." He sounded unsure.

Odd answer. Was he not conscious when he fought them? I huffed in response.

He raised his black hand and pointed at me. "What's up with your hair? Looks like a rat's nest." he asked.

Why does he care? I was genuinely confused as to why he wanted to know, but I told him anyway.

"Remember I had a dragon level threat to fight with Metal Bat? That was Centichoro, and it caught me by the hair and I had to cut it off." I explained.