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RP Story: Beast of Manor Park Cemetery
By: Coolcat207 Date: April 29, 2021, 8:57 pm
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My name is Barnaby Adams and I am a hunter from East London. I
didn't come from a bloodline of hunters like some people in
different countries such as England. I merely did it for the
cash to help out my family. In this harsh world, it's kill or be
killed, both metaphorically and quite literally. The world of
mythical creatures are no different. Hunters have many reasons
to hunt supernatural creatures. Some do it for fame and glory,
some do it for their religion, some do it out of hatred and
vengeance, while others just do it to protect innocents or the
ones they love. Me? I'm in it for the cash. Hey, it may sound
dirty but hunters hunt for worse and petty reasons. I need money
to help my family. Ever since my deadbeat father walked out on
us, we've been struggling financially. And since my mum has
fallen ill, I got no other choice but to find some other way to
make a quick pound. Besides, there's no way in hell that I'm
letting my little sister sell her body for money.
How I became a hunter in the first place? Well, it all started
four years ago when I was doing an odd job in a famous cemetery.
After I got paid, I was on my way home until I realized half way
that I forgot my book. I ran back only to see the entrance door
ripped off of it's hinges. Terrified, I slowly walked in to see
my boss dead on the floor with his throat mangled. It looked
like a wild animal attacked him. Well, I don't want to bore you
with the details but let's just say that I tried to kill the
vampire and I failed terribly. The only reason I survived the
encounter was that an actual hunter came and killed the monster
properly. His name is Father Gascoigne and he has experience
hunter written all over him. I manage to stop the hunter in time
and asked how to be one. He was reluctant to teach someone as
young as me on how to hunt monsters and even questioned my
reason as to why I wanted to do it, which I shot back at him
some questions about his own morals and how some hunters do it
for selfish reasons. Finally, the hunter taught me everything I
know. I took some hunting tasks with the hunter that earned me
money to help my family out of debt slowly. When I finally was
trained enough to do the hunts alone, I had enough money to help
cure my mum of her illness. Once my family is financially stable
enough to start a new life, I started hunting less and less to
the point that I rarely do it unless the monster is around my
neighborhood or it tries to threaten my family. But on one
dreadful night, I learned the hard way that it's not so easy
getting out of the hunter life, no matter how hard you tried,
how old you are or whatever reason you became one in the first
place.
It was a quiet evening with my family. We were enjoying some tea
and biscuits (UK version of cookies) when we heard a knock on
the door. I excuse myself to go get the door. When I opened it,
I saw Cynthia, the daughter of the hunter who trained me long
ago. After reassuring my family that it's a friend and
everything is fine. I stepped outside to talk to Cynthia
privately. Cynthia apologize for disturbing me and explain
herself for why she came. Although I never mind seeing Cynthia
due to her and her mother's kindness to me when I was a trainee,
what she told me changed my evening. She told me that Father
Gascoigne hasn't been himself for a while after his recent hunt
with a werewolf. She also told me that her mother, Viola went
after him when he disappeared a few hours ago, worried for him.
I remember hearing about some Anti-Hunter group by the name of
Blackwatch going after hunters. Not only they know our tactics
but there are times they just kidnap hunters and do horrendous
things to hunters. I've only heard rumors from time to time but
after what happened to that poor girl and her family in the
Black Easter Massacre last year, God knows what else can happen
to a hunter who has a family... and that's something that has
been bothering me ever since. After Cynthia explained herself, I
told her that I'll find her parents. As a sign of thanks, she
gives me a hug. I didn't want to leave her alone in her old home
so I let her into mine. I told my family a half truth of her
being the daughter of the guy I used to work for and who helped
us in need. My family warmly welcomed Cynthia and let her stay.
When my family went to bed, I put on my hunting attire. I never
told my family the truth about me being a hunter. It was a way
of protecting them from the horrors outside along with them not
having to worry about me. Before I left, Cynthia gave me a Tiny
Music Box, a memento of theirs, in order to draw Father
Gascoigne home when he had been out all night and to make him
remember his family whenever he succumbs to the bloodlust.
Taking the music box, I put it in my bag and give Cynthia a
quick hug before leaving my home. Cynthia promise me that she'll
watch over my family, which ease my anxiety in case the worst
happens.
After what seem like over an hour, I finally manage to track my
mentor to the Manor Park Cemetery. The graveyard where it all
started. Entering the cemetery, I started to go look for him.
Unfortunately, when I got to him, it was too late. Father
Gascoigne finally succumbed to the bloodlust, becoming little
more than the beasts he had hunted. His wife Viola left their
home in order to search for her husband but forgot her music
box; no longer remembering who she was, resulting to Gascoigne
killing his own wife and many more. I noticed many other corpses
being hunters like me. My mentor stopped hacking at the corpses
with his axe and turned to me, fox seeping from his mouth as he
exhales.
Gascoigne: Beasts all over the shop. You'll be one of them,
sooner or later...
I knew then and there that this hunter is no longer himself. He
became the one thing us hunters fear: becoming the very monsters
we hunt at night. Doesn't matter if it's metaphorical or
literal, at the end of the day, the very thing we try to obtain
is our humanity when he go out hunting beasts that threaten us,
our kind or mainly the people we care about. This also explained
why he was so reluctant into taking me in years ago when I was a
poor brat doing odd jobs just to help his family. He didn't want
me to throw away my humanity and end up like the same creature I
hunt... the very same creature who killed my boss long ago at
this very cemetery. I knew what I had to do. Reading my gun and
my blade, I begin to fight the man who taught me everything I
know... the man who was like a father to me and brought me into
his family.
The fight was not pretty. It was like fighting a wild animal.
Thankfully, I manage to know his fighting patterns which I used
against him. I even used the tombstones as shields which slowed
him down as I go in to attack him. It may seem cowardly to some
along with the tombstones being destroyed bothering me a bit,
but if you've seen this man in action, you would do the same
thing. That is unless you have some kind of weird powers I see
metahumans have every now and then. During the fight, I use the
music box to stun him, which works as I use it as an advantage
to attack him but I didn't overuse it. I wanted to have him
listen to something familiar before I put his soul to rest as a
way to see some shred of his humanity from him. After wounding
him enough, I was about to finish him off when a aura of dark
energy surrounded him and blasted me back through a few
tombstones. There was a loud banshee like screech that sounds
like a mixture of anger and tormented pain. After getting up, I
see my old mentor now a savage werewolf. I scrambled back on my
feet in time to avoid a slash attack from him. My previous
statement of fighting a wild animal came to bite me in the ass.
It didn't help that I can barely get a chance to breathe since I
was too busy trying to not be slashed into organic ribbons.
Desperate, I took out a Molotov cocktail from my bag. Lighting
the rag, I threw it at my mentor. He howled and thrash in pain
as he try to put the fire out. After critically injuring him
with my axe, I use my gun to put him out of his misery. Once he
died, I silently perform a church bow toward his dead body.
Despite his demise, he was still a hunter and a priest. He was a
man, a hunter, a mentor and a father... and I refuse to treat
him anything less. After paying my respect, I heard slow
clapping behind me. I turn to see a man on top one of the taller
tombstones.
Man: A grand show! A great and respected man succumbs into the
curse of the night, only to be put out of his misery by the
merciful hands of one of his own kind... who happens to be his
apprentice. A tragic tale that brings a tear to my eye.
The stranger is tall (6'2) with red-violet hair, amber eyes, and
strong facial features. He appears to be middle-aged and dresses
in a black trench coat and pinstripe trousers. He wears a red
scarf and a hooded, gray and white flower-print mantle. He wears
a black fedora and a black wing like accessory on his left arm.
I knew immediately that he was not human due to his pale skin,
which makes me stand ready with my pistol and axe ready.
Man: Whoa, whoa, now! No need to be hasty, my boy. I am not here
to fight. Besides, it wouldn't be wise to thrust yourself into
another battle, correct?
Me: You sick bastard... you've been watching me having to fight
my old mentor this entire time as if you were watching some
play!
Man: That's what life is, boy; a grand play where we are nothing
but actors. Like plays, there are tragedies and comedies.
Action, thriller, mystery, romance and so on. And like plays,
sooner or later it will have to come to an end. It ended for
him.
Me: Who are you? What is your purpose here?
Man: laughs playfully Oh, I'm afraid that I cannot reveal that
yet. It's a spoiler after all. But the best I can do is leave
out a name for you. My name is Ardyn Izunia. If you want to
loosen up and have a good time, you can come see me in the
Shadows of Sin. Lots of pretty girls there that are just dying
to meet someone as handsome as you... or at least that's I'm
hoping due to you having that mask on. Eh, I won't judge. We all
wear masks, some more than others. But you can't wear a mask
forever. Sooner or later, you will have no choice but to reveal
your true self. How you do it is up to you, as long as it
doesn't blow up in your face. I'll leave you to mourn for your
loss. Until next time, young hunter.
With that, the man disappear into the shadows. Frowning, I went
over to put his body into a casket. I still know my way around
the cemetery so I know how to handle the dead. The next few days
were solemn to say the least. We had a proper funeral for
Gascoigne and his wife Viola. My family came to pay respect for
the man who helped me become a better man and to comfort Cynthia
since she is now alone. I offer Cynthia a place to stay in our
house but she told me that there's no need since she will be
moving with her older sister in Liverpool for the time being. I
didn't want her to leave but I understand her reasonings. I
offered her her music box back but Cynthia told me to keep it as
a memorial to her parents. After saying our goodbyes, Cynthia
left with her sister. The music box is still on my work desk to
this day. As for me? I didn't go out hunting. I didn't have the
will or heart to do it anymore after that incident in the
cemetery. Besides, my main focus is my family. I never forgot my
encountered with that strange man with the scarlet hair. I know
that he's not human. Strange behavior or not, I knew damn well
that he's hiding something insidious beneath that arrogant charm
of his. Makes me wonder what he's hiding under his own mask.
I have a feeling that this is far from over. Something sinister
is coming to England and I believe that it's far more sinister
than some dark spirits roaming around. And I'm going to get to
the bottom of this. I need to figure out what truly happened to
Gascoigne. And that starts by finding whatever's left of the
werewolf he fought. It's the least that I can do for him and his
family. I won't underestimate this Blackwatch group. They are
not to be taken lightly. But I won't let them deter my mission.
They want to play the hunting game? Then so be it. If I have to,
I remind those monsters the reason why they should fear hunters,
even if I have to kill one of their own to make a point. All I
can say for the hunters out there is to be careful. Whether
you're young or old, experienced or adjusting, the night has a
way of getting to us. No matter what happens, we must stay true
to ourselves... or else we'll end up becoming the very monsters
we battle in the merciless night.
End Story
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