Perfect scars

Chapter Six.

The journey lasted a while and we had settled in a comforting silence, I found my eyes staring at the window watching the fields and the trees flash by mainly because If I looked at him I felt like I would burst into uncontrollable sobs. We eventually arrived at a very tall stone wall with a large black gate blocking our path, the place look very odd and in the middle of nowhere "this is our school" he said pressing a button on the car and the gate started to open "school?" I asked looking at him weirdly. This looks like bloody Hogwarts!

"When we reach the age of 16 we are sent to a school where we have to get examined to see if we are strong enough to do the ritual if not we do combat and mental training until we are" he said driving up the long path leading to this house of mystery "how long do you stay here to train?" I said looking at him " as long as it takes for you to become a good hunter" he said plainly I smiled "so are you not a good hunter and that's why your still here?" I said with a grin he gave me a slight glare and shook his head "no, I am a very good hunter" he said in a matter of fact tone, "I just happen to live her because, my parents died in my second year here, the head here took me in and gave me a place to stay so, now I live here." he said not looking at me but straight and his voice seemed to be more soft, the smile on my face went quickly and I felt slightly guilty for making him talk about it. Don't get me wrong I'm glad he told me but I felt the need to change the subject "what if choose to not be a hunter?" I ask he looked at me like I had said something stupid.

"everyone is brought up knowing that what we do is needed and it is without us there would be nothing to stop demons ruling" he got out with annoyance laced in his tone I nodded along not sure how to answer.

"So is this where I have to do the ritual?" I asked he smiled and laughed a little "you sure do ask a lot of questions, yes there is a room in the basement where the ritual is taken place, but before that happens you have to be examined" he said as we pulled into a carpark.

"examined? For what" I asked... again. Maybe I do ask a lot of questions but right now I don't care, I needed to know and every time I ask him something he gives an answer that makes me need to ask more questions.

"Each new student has their ability for everything such as gun use knife use combat strength fighting skills mental ability all of the stuff we need to know, but your passed the age when you're supposed to be tested so I'm not sure what they are going to do." he said getting so I followed him.

"but I've never been in a fight or held a gun or used a knife, what am I supposed to do" I said shouting slightly "many people through the ritual extend on their skills they already have but the occasional few and I mean I only know of three men who ever had this happen, they can gain maximum of all skills of every section and they are called watchers they are the highest group of hunters, there were three of them." He said with sorrow building up in his voice "how can you tell they are watchers" I asked intrigued "after the ritual they will have a black pentagram engraved on their left hand showing that all the skills have been mastered" he said motioning to the back of his hand "there were three? What happened" I yet again asked.

"One of them fell in love he married and had a child a young girl, they were invincible, but nothing lasts the hollows ambushed the family the parents were killed and the young girl was the only one left... the other two watchers sought revenge on their fallen brother and where determined to wipe out the hollows and demons so they created schools where we could train and kill demons" I followed in shock of the sad story the poor family torn apart "what happened to the girl" I asked he looked down at the floor "I wish I knew, she would save us all" he said calmly as we reached a large wooden door "why?" I said looking at the door which towered over me "her father was a watcher the most powerful of them all, and her mother was a black angel" he said as if I knew what that meant "a what?" I said shocked "a black angel they are demons very strong demons almost impossible to kill unless by another demon or a watcher. But they aren't evil, in fact far from it they are spiritual and they believe in fighting for the good but they can pass in to hell and out without being hurt unlike us" he said pushing the door open the heat swirled and dance on my skin as I stepped inside and looked around the place.