The day hit the twilight hour as Dahlsim made a mad dash out of the Southern Gate with me following in toe. The beast was out for blood and I could see that from this far away. He was pissed.
We headed out of town. You see, Wallow Ridge resides with nothing but grassy field on all sides (and a small stream on the East). There are beaten paths connected to each gate, however. The orphanage was visible from a mile away, but that didn't make it any easier to get to.
I couldn't help but notice that we were headed in the direction of the Orphanage. "The orphanage?," I said, "Why are we going there?".
"We're not," Dahlsim replied as he kept on the move, "At least, not yet."
I could tell that the beast was gaining distance. I heard him galloping on all-fours and growling as he went.
I could barely process what was going on. First, I fall off the tallest building in town and now I'm being chased by a Hell-bent Werewolf! One thing was for sure, though. This was a lot more exciting than the town has ever been to me.
Suddenly, Dahlsim veered off the path and ran a straight line in that direction. "What are you doing!," I said noticing the gap between us and the mutt getting much smaller, "He'll be able to get to us, now!"
But, Dahlsim didn't respond. He grabbed some sort of hand grenade ,with his free hand, ripped the trigger out with his teeth and threw it behind us. It blew up with a smokescreen and practically stopped our pursuer in his tracks. Dahlsim kept running, however, and I followed behind. We ran into the woods that surrounded the fields.
The smoke bomb stunned the monster but it didn't take long for that thing to be in the woods with us. Dahlsim grabbed me and told me to stop as we ran into a forest clearing. I didn't realize how exhausted I was when I stopped. Panting, I managed to say, "So... werewolves... are real?".
Dahlsim faced in the direction of The Hunter and bit his thumb, and fingers on the tip, til they all bled. I was too exhausted to respond to that, so i just went with it. The beast spotted us and lunged into the clearing with us. Dahlsim finally replied with,
"And so are vampires."
He reared his bleeding hand back and something happened that has still amazes me to this day. The blood began to rise off of his hand and into the immediate air. More blood came from the cuts in his fingers and joined the rest in a floating glob. The glob formed the shape of a scythe and solidified. The scythe was silver and had a jagged black blade at the end. Don't get me wrong, though. This whole action happened in the blink of an eye.
Now I know where he got that weapon from before.
The Hunter almost pounced him, but got caught off guard by the scythe and, in seconds, blood splattered everywhere. The Hunter was gashed, almost effortlessly, by Dahlsim.
I couldn't believe what was going on. Vampires? Werewolves? They're both real?! This can't be happening. I had always thought they were just story book, fictional characters... and here they both were; at each others throats. Right in front of me!
All these thoughts swam around in my mind as the fight continued. It was pretty even, at first, but quickly started to favor Dahlsim. The way he weilded a scythe with such caliber was breath-taking. Within seconds, he had The Hunter holding himself up. Dahlsim barely had a scratch on him while The Hunter was already on his last legs. Was this what a vampire was capable of?
"Pfft," Dahlsim scoffed, "Is this Noire's best efforts at an assassination?"
"Ugh, why did you, of all of Dragon's men, have to be here?," The Hunter said. Dahlsim didn't respond to that. He just gave that over confident half smile he gave to me when i first met him. They glared each other down for about a second. That was about all The Hunter could wait to charge at Dahlsim, again.
Dahlsim readied himself. But suddenly, he winced in pain, coughed up blood, and fell to his knees. I gasped and rushed over to see if he was okay. This even stopped The Hunter in surprise. "What happened!?," I said kneeling down to him. With blood running from his mouth, he gripped one of his fists and said, "No, damn it. Why now?". Then, his eyes faded as he fell to the ground unconcious.
"No, Dahlsim! C'mon, man, you have to get up!".
I tried to shake him awake but that was useless. I could hear Hunter laughing maniacally in the distance. "This is too perfect!", He exclaimed, "Now I can finally get the money, I very well deserve." That made me... furious! I gritted my teeth and turned to him. He noticed and mused a little as he walked closer.
"Oh, what's wrong, little birdy?", He taunted, "Tired of running?"
I cracked my knuckles and readied myself. That was one thing him and I could agree on. No more running. This is my problem. I should've dealt with him on my own in the first place. He lunged at me, this time, crying, "Allow me to take you to your own personal hell, little brat!"
"No...", I thought to myself. He lashed a claw out at me.
"No", I ducked and punched him in the gut as hard as I possibly could. I heard him wince before i felt one of his claws sink into my side.
"No!", Before I knew it, I hit a tree hard enough to knock the breath out of me. I never realized how exhausted I was until then.
The bleeding red claw mark on my chest was enough to finally convince me that this was reality. I could hear him approaching. Feel that smile on his face. I've had enough of being the punching bag, damn it!, the thought echoed. The word "Wrath" kept repeating itself. I picked my self up off the ground.
"Still standing, huh?", Hunter smiled with a blood stained metallic claw gleaming in the afternoon Sun, "Well, regardless, you're life ends here!". He raised his claw and brought it down, "Black Blood Prince!".
