Blade Borne to Kill

Chapter 1: Borne of Blood

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Chapter One: Born of Blood

The boy knew that, in his small, fragmented mind, he should be drowned in sorrow now. He lost everything, his home, his family, even his own name. But now, he couldn't be bothered to care. What he could care about was finding somewhere safe, somewhere where the heat wasn't as intense, somewhere to rest.

Even as he heard screams and cries for help from every direction, he walked. He knew he couldn't help them. He couldn't even find the drive to try.

Soon enough he came across a building that was surprisingly intact.

Luck was on his side it seemed. Of course one can only be so lucky in a city that's on fire.

He stumbled his way into the building, it was slightly cooler than outside, but not anywhere close enough to give any comfort. So, he continued on his way up the building, going to the roof.

Hot air rises, not that he knew that.

Once he reached the middle of the roof he collapsed, his breathing was heavy, he could barely move an inch, every breath hurt. Maybe because of how long he had been walking, maybe his injuries, or maybe the smoke that poured into his lungs with each and every breath.

He didn't know, nor did he care. He just wanted to rest. His skin might get a bit burnt but at least he was safe.

He wasn't sure how long he had been lying there, but he could still hear the screams for help echoing in his ears.

Unknown to him, a black, vile, sludge began to flood the area he was in. It corrupted and eroded the foundation of the building the boy was on.

It started as a single crack. Then a couple more. A few more. They sounded close by, almost under him. He understood what was happening.

The boy, despite the situation, deadpanned at the sky.

He had the strangest feeling that the world had it out for him.

The roof underneath him collapsed, the all too familiar feeling of falling encompassed him. He zoned out, he was barely conscious. The boy didn't really hear any of the carnage around him. All he knew or cared about is that it would be over soon. He hit the ground, but his entire body was too numb to feel it. The rest of the building fell down on top of him and in only a few seconds he was buried.

The boy coughed. He tasted copper in his mouth. He spat out the blood and looked up. In the darkness, he could just make out a metal rod on his chest. It took half a second to realize that it was actually going through him - he'd been impaled on a piece of the foundation. Unfortunately for him, the boy started to feel again, just in time to notice that the rod was white-hot.

He joined the chorus of screams. It wasn't long before the pain made him throw up and pass out.

Just in time for the sludge to seep through the rubble, drowning him in its vile substance.

Ah. You've found yourself a Hunter.

BGM: Bloodborne OST - Moonlit Melody

The boy's eyes snapped open as he awakened.

Almost immediately he noticed the lack of pain, the lack of heat.

Was he safe?

He sure as hell hoped so. Once his mind cleared, he finally began to make sense of his surroundings.

It was a garden of sorts. White, unearthly flowers covered the field, with gravestones scattered about here and there. The entire field was covered with a thin layer of mist.