The Alpha & The Ripper

Chapter 1- Hunter

What is the whole concept of Algebra? I mean, it's not like it's ever going to be used in life, or my life I should say. It's pointless! School is pointless! If I could, I would just quit now and devote all my time and energy into hunting. It's what I do best and I am the best hunter that my team has ever seen.

Now when you think of a hunter, what probably comes to mind is old men that live in the south with plain old guns and plain old bullets, walking around the woods hunting deer, squirrels, or even bunnies. That's not what I'm talking about.

No, when I think of a hunter or hunting, what comes to mind is silver daggers, nice shot guns with silver bullets, a silver sword, bows with silver arrows, some silver chains and some wolfs bane. Now why must I, a hunter, carry all that silver and wolfs bane you may ask? Well, that's because I am know ordinary hunter.

Believe it or not, the supernatural world exists. Now I'm not sure about the vampires or the witches, because they aren't my priority. No, my main priority is something way bigger. They are vile and dangerous creatures whose only purpose is to kill! 

Werewolves.

They live to kill and some even have packs. Large packs, which makes it hard on us to do our jobs, but not impossible. You would think that a werewolf could only turn on a full moon... well, not these werewolves. They can turn whenever they please and they need to be put to a stop.

I use to be really naive when I was a child. I use to think that some could be harmless and actually could be nice. My parents thought I was crazy and so did my siblings. But I was eight years old when this happened for crying out loud and it lasted about two years of me defending the wolves. It wasn't until one night, a pack came to our home and attacked us. My mother sacrificed herself to save me, my sister, brother and father that night and I was only ten by this time. Listening to my mom's screams of pain is what triggered in me that they are not good. Those things are killers and they need to be to a stop.

And I was never the same after that night.

Something happened to me... something I can't really explain. All I know is that I made a vow that I will do whatever it takes to kill those beast. To avenge my mothers death and life up to her expectations. She was such a good person, sweet and caring... she did not deserve what she got. But she kept her promise to herself that I do attend on making that my own promise myself. If I were die, at least I were to die doing what was right and also to safe my family. That is what my mother had always promised us kids... she promised that she would keep us safe. That she would rather sacrifice herself so her children could live... and that's exactly what she did.

When she died, was when I started taking my training seriously. I had always been a good shot with a bow and an arrow... and now I am the best archer our team has ever had. I love my bow... it's like my best friend. I never had much friends... can't really keep them when your moving around almost every year. But that's okay. I have my father, my brother Shawn, my sister Melissa... and my bow. Those are all I really need to keep me going.

I have become quite the fighter if I do say so myself. We always have matches to test our strength and our abilities. My technique is something that people have heard of but just thinks it's a load of crap, but they have know idea how wrong they are. My strength does not come from how strong I am, it comes from how strong I know I can be. If I just believe I can take someone down, that's all I really need. When you look at me, you probably see a weak girl thinking she is big and tough, but when you actually fight me, is when your in for a huge surprise. 

I was even given a nickname... it's because of all the kills I have made before I reached the age of 15. My name is Elsa Bush and you will only hear people calling me by my actually name if it's my father, Shawn, Melissa or the teachers and friends at school. But our hunting team, to them I am known as the Ripper.