PILOT
You can hear the scream of an old lady from the alley echoing... the pavements, splashed with human blood in the morning. As the clouds conceal the moon and the stars, great peril waits. The long silence of the night kept haunting me. Episodes of nightmares, always waiting, vivid images of humans turning into something else came to me during these God forsaken hours. I couldn't shut my eyes for a minute. Fear runs through my body in the dark as I wait for the break of dawn. Long have I waited to see the light from the sun to caress my skin but I grew old of this obsession. This town is cursed- cold, windy and cloudy skies, always wet and dark. Here, hope is at its weakest and darkness is at its peak. Unimaginable occurrences started to unravel since the mines closed decades ago. It is uncertain to what or why these unexplained phenomena occur but this picture of a dysfunctional town will about to change.
It has been said that Foster Hills is cursed with phenomena of incomprehensible proportions; they say creatures are lurking in the shadows, in the dark, just waiting for someone to step in the unknown. A merchant once strolled in the streets of Foster Hills. I never knew what happed to that old man or his horse but I am certain of one thing, they never wandered the streets again. It is not a secret in our town that young girls and boys continue to disappear after the dark since the mines closed. Those who dare to leave their homes no longer return.
I lost my mother when I was a child but I witnessed something else...beyond human understanding, we are not alone. 15 years later,I am faced with great responsibility to bring explanation about these accounts as missing body complaints pile up one after another . I am Sky Spencer, this is my story and I am a hunter.
I learned through my grandfather that we came from a clan of noble family from the West, a small remote town of Spanish. It is unknown whether we have surviving relatives but my grandmother used to read me accounts from the journals of my ancestors' travels she managed to save and procure. One particular journal struck me most. Senior Gabriel de Augustin, one of first travellers to the Pacific on board a ship under the Spanish flag, was a direct ancestor of ours and the first founding fathers of Foster Hills. And his accounts are rather irregular and alarming.
"May,1685, Pacific Ocean. Victor, I am taking into account our family's legacy so you can continue our mission as the sons of Augutin. The storm has just passed and only nine of us have reached ground. We are still alive after wondering the waters of the Pacific for 16 days and 16 nights from the ports of Cuba. Riding a ship under the Spanish King, I together with other 59 men is tasked to seek new lands to conquer, to start a colonial state. However, onboard is a special cargo. Unknown to my men, the ship boards a weapon. I haven't seen anything like it before, it is made out of silver and wood, a meter in length but quite very heavy with engravings resembling that of Latin. And forms like a wedge on the other end like an axe. Our father gave this to me so I can pursuit a long time enemy of ours. I signed to the Royal Guard to travel from Spain to the Philippines to pursue Alexandre Vaccidi who was last seen in Cebu among the first ships that accompanied Ferdinand Magellan. He is the bloodsucker of Barcelona, Spain. He was responsible for the mass slaughter of a village called Augustin, our motherland. I cannot let him slay another soul. Victor you must seek shelter and spread these words to our brothers. Yours, Gabriel."
On my sixteenth birthday, the signs started to appear; I experienced a great pain on my head like it is about to explode then the markings showed up. Visible only to me, the markings grew from my palm to my arm. As the years pass by, only during my name day, the pain escalates. Now, it has reached my upper body and back. Hunters are stronger than regular human beings, knowledgeable in combat and weapon manipulation, survival expert, more keen observers and have the gift of superhuman perception which help identify nonhumans from humans. No one ever knew where this came from except the belief that it was a gift from the heavens.
