The Lowly Gate's Guard

Ch. 11: To Waterloo Station (1)

Dean's battle against the host took everything out of him, he knew Hunter's were strong but he never thought he would go against one.

Frank was insane. He could raise the dead and even destroy parts of a building like it was nothing.

Dean got lucky, if the shield never appeared, he would be the corpse on the ground instead of Frank.

Dean frowned, he would have been happy he won but after the battle he felt like his chances of survival weren't looking too great, and he didn't know how many more Hunters he'd have to fight against. Dean didn't know if he could win without luck.

After ten minutes of sitting on the floor, another window appeared in front of Dean.

[Area Mission: Gather]

Difficulty: F

Clear Conditions: Arrive at Waterloo Train Station.

Time limit: 3 days

Rewards: 100 points

Failure: Death

The blue shining window gave Dean a sense of dread. He just survived a battle to the death because of a mission, and now another popped up as soon as he finishes the last one.

"Are you trying to kill me?" Dean swiped the window away in frustration. He just wanted half an hour to himself. Too much had happened, and he needed to process it.

Gate windows appearing outside, the literal end of the world, and people fighting to the death for what? Points?!?

Dean would rather be studying for his Hunter's test right now in his tiny apartment.

Something had dawned on him; he'll never be finishing the course that he went into debt for. More than two years of his life was down the drain, all that work wasted. His apartment was probably gone too.

There was something he wanted to do as a Hunter, but it looks like it'll never happen now.

"At least I won't have to pay back the loan."

Dean joked, cracking a smile, anger started to seethe through his mask.

He kicked Frank's corpse with his foot.

"For god's sake! WHY?" He shouted at the top of his lungs. The shout echoed through the destroyed building. A cold chill drifted through the hole that was left by the corpse he just kicked.

The corpse was stone cold. The memories of the owner that tried to kill Dean were still fresh. He wasn't in his world anymore, and things weren't about to get any easier.

"Dean?" A familiar voice came from the outside.

Dean picked up his metal pipe and followed the voice outside.

It was Mary, his coworker. She was more worn out than when he last saw her. It must have been rough for her, especially with her age.

Dean's angry and depressed mood changed; the sight of his coworker gave him hope.

Dean dropped his pipe and ran to her, ready to give her a hug. Tears began to swell in his eyes.

But before they could both get emotional, a younger man stepped in front of Mary, stopping Dean in his tracks. The man was holding a broad sword to Deans chest. He held it with one hand, the weight barely putting any strain on him. The man was in his late teens; he had short black hair and green eyes, he was tall and lean. His defined body shined through a tight black shirt. The shirt was partnered with cargo shorts and combat boots. Blood was stained across his outfit. He had a small scar across his right brow.