Please, Rescue Me, Mate.

Prologue: The White Devil is found

Hanzo^^^

Dedicate this to Evcane cause you really did inspire me to do this haha but also this chapter is inspired by the Korean Drama "Goblin"

Years Earlier, before Synthia (BS)

Hanzo:

I feel the liquid dripping down my arms. My knives pointed down to the ground with my eyes transfixed on the moon. The silver knives fit perfectly in my palms that they feel like an extension of my arms. Right now, I can even feel the liquid dropping at the sharp edge of the steel.

I'm a weapon. Me and this knife is no different.

"He's done it again"

"How is he so fast?"

"God, look at him"

"Is he even fucking normal?"

I smile at the last one, even my own kind thinks I'm abnormal. I wonder if I am as well. The team that was supposed to support and help me for missions like this but they're just leaning on their knees, breathless. 

I turn around after I have enough of wallowing in the blood of the dead that lay on my feet. I swipe my knives to the ground to get rid of the remaining liquid and putting my knives back in their sheaths.

Breathing in a sigh of relief,  I step back in to the darkness and let it swallow me. Fading in to the unknown while the others clean up the mess I've left. My fingerless leather gloves felt tight, but it was new, so I let it be for now. I just needed to use them as much as I can to loosen them

"When are you going to stop acting like an isolated ninny?" her voice cut through the darkness and made my stomach churn and not in the way I wanted it to.

It's in a way I want to just wrap my fingers around her throat and pull out her vocal cords. 

I stop on my tracks and look over my shoulder to her in a lazy manner. "everyone is just too slow"

Her red hair is now the same shade as her face. She's mad, I know she is because she's obsessively competitive. She hates that I'm good at this, she hates that I'm better than her at this. She's been killing so much to get to my level but she doesn't understand

Some monsters are made but there are monsters like me that are just born. I don't know why I'm good at killing perhaps it's because I'm a hunter and one who is supposed to inherit the last three existing families of hunters. To be honest, being a clan leader is too much responsibility. I'd rather get thrown out of the family. 

She wants to be the best in killing like everyone every one of my kind. I often wonder, when did we start wanting to kill everyone but I blame it on the fact we were made when the Moon Goddess wanted to stop the war between Vampire and Werewolf. We're bred to balance the scales by hunting both kinds down. 

Her neon green eyes glares at me with such intensity which makes it known that she's going to make a promise again. A declaration of a blind fool. 

"I swear, you're going to lose to me" She declares

I smile at her own predictability then with a sigh I say, "I'll count sheep till then"

I ignored whatever else she said since she's incredible dull and boring to me. I know they're practically the same words but God, you needed all of the synonyms of dull and boring to capture the essence of whatever I'm feeling for Veracity.

Which is stale and plain as white paper.

I walk and followed the wind, not knowing where to go since I don't feel like going anywhere. I don't have a pull towards any direction, so I just decided to go home since it was unnecessary to just walk aimlessly around the forest or the streets of the city (which I reached without even realizing it)