The Hunt (Creepypasta Fanfic)

Chapter 2

I fixed my glasses as I typed codes into my computer that consists of many monitors with each displaying a different information. I'm currently doing a research about the Creepypasta as usual and I must say, there are quite a number of them.  I have a whole huge bookshelf about them and I doubt that was half of them.

Now I'm tracking the murders that have connection to any of the Creepypasta. I thought it would be easier to pinpoint their location like this but looks like I'm wrong. They are completely random.  I leaned back to my chair as I stretched my muscles. I looked at the time at my monitor. 2:34 a.m. That late already? I probably should go to bed. I put my computer on stand by mode and flopped myself on my soft king-sized bed.

How long has it been? Oh, right.... It's been 12 years already. 12 years since my family was murdered. 12 years since the night that changed my entire life. 12 years have I blamed myself for it. If only I was stronger. If only wasn't such a coward. If only I could change what happened. But I can't. The past is unchangeable. But the future is. That's why I am who I am now. The General of The Black Crimson Task Force.

We hunt for serial killers, terrorists and anything of the like. But our hardest target is... you guessed it. The Creepypasta. They're silent, brutal and merciless killers. Some of their victims lost their kidneys. Some had their guts hanged like streamers and were stuffed with poisonous candy. Some were mutilated and left pierced on a branch. There were so much more but they're to gruesome to even think about.

I've been to most of the crime scenes. And they weren't pretty. But if you like gore, then it might be pretty for you.

I also found out that these murderers have fans. I tried to read some of the fan fictions to see the fans point of view and I must say. They. Are. HILARIOUS. If only they knew what happens if you approach one of them. I sigh. Fangirls. I have nothing to say.

Many have lost their loved ones to these murderers, just like I did. And I want to stop that. I can't bear seeing such young children losing their parents and left orphaned with no one taking them in. I was taken in by the previous general of the task force, General Blackwood. He was at his late forties back then. He said he took me in because he could see that I can be a great fighter. I trained every single day with him and truthfully, I missed those days. We would go train at the forest that surrounded our home. We would race to see who could get to the top of the tree first and of course he would win.

Even though he is a strict man, he has a high sense of humor. There would be times when he would pull a prank on me and I'd get mad at him. Those were the best days I ever had. But now... Let's just say he went to an eternal sleep when he went on a mission when I was 19. This house that I'm living right now is actually used to be his house. I didn't want to move because there are too much sweet memories here. Besides, this house is a bit hidden from the world, making it have a very peaceful surrounding.

I wiped the tears that I didn't notice falling. Ugh. I hate it when I get emotional. I pulled my covers and covered my whole body. After putting my glasses aside, I slowly drifted to sleep.

-Morning-

I woke up to the sound of my alarm blaring. I turned the annoying sound off and pushed away my covers. I sat up for a minute before going to my bathroom with my towel. I took a warm bath to wake me up from the drowsiness of my sleep. I took my sakura scented soap and lather to my whole body. It feels so refreshing...

I wrapped my body with my towel and got put of the bathroom. I walked to my closet that was on the other side of my bedroom and thought about what I should wear. I decided to wear a gray sweatshirt with three white stripes across my chest, a pair of black track bottoms a single red line on each side of my leg, gray and black sport shoes and white socks that reached right above my ankle. I tied my shoulder-length dark brown hair to a low ponytail and leaving my bangs untied.