Many of you maybe confused by what I mean in terms of, "anti-monster" to clear things up; you know those mythical creatures? The ones that go bump in the night? Others call them Fae as a catch all term; but they're often refer to one another as Mythical. The scientist and cultist that made me; well made me into a hunter of said Mythical. Some of you might wonder how and why.
As of the how; that's even a mystery to me; considering they used Mythic creatures to make me. For the why though? Well, werewolves and other creatures being a problem as the sort. To drive out these monsters. Now why would I call them monsters? Why would I side with the humans?
My kind may've been made to kill them but at the time; no intent to kill a Mythic had been in my head no matter how many times they tried to get me to be their little pawn; no matter how much the hunger hurt, normal food and water doesn't work. My diet was Fae blood, unicorn meat, if it was a Mythic it was a part of my diet and not as if I'd want to eat them but forced too.
Right; the story I'm dancing around here; at the time we were in the training room; me pushing myself as far as I could on the bench press; easily benching 400 LBS. The scientist disappointed with the results; considering me the weakest Mythic Hunter. That while doing this usual training routine; the alarms went off and three large burly furry werewolves came barreling towards us. That without thinking; pushing the first one away with me shouting, "I don't want to fight! Please don't go after me! Take me with you!" You could imagine none of them believed me.
The largest werewolf snatched me out of the air, slowly squeezing my head and as he done so; the blood rushed through my veins, my stomach growling and tears running down my face as the pain shooting through me. It didn't take long for his hand to snap; swiftly moving on my feet, punch after punch and a kick sending one of them flying. The scientist didn't trust me with guns but that wasn't an issue; one of the rock debris picked up; tossed right through the second werewolf and the third? By the time the other two died; backup arrived and you could hear their stomachs roar considering lunch time hadn't come yet. At first; I'd been the one to chomp on the throat, tearing, biting while the others stood there, shocked with one mumbling, "is... is Jace really eating a Mythic or have I gone mad?" They soon joined me.
Animalistic tendencies brought on by the other half. You see; in order to make a monster hunter; you first need a monster. Each of us spliced with a soul of another monster. We used to have another life; those lives often times come to us as dreams. My human half was a little boy named Cain; now don't get me wrong, Cain killed plenty of things and loved to torture animals. To watch my old life was horrifying; more of nightmares than dreams. Meanwhile the other half; Isaac was only a Sluagh that fed on the souls it could and mostly a monster himself or itself I guess, I'm unsure if I'm completely honest.
These may seem interesting or odd but these monsters and even that bastard Cain must have some humanity inside of them in order for me to care about the Mythic we killed, at least before. We are not a perfect blend of where we come from, we may not choose who we are but choose what we do. That being said; the judgement can be felt already, thinking me of being evil to call all Mythic evil bastards after encountering one bad group.
Oh it wasn't that only group I've encountered; these vermin have attacked me time, after time, after time with an unprovoked response on my part. They wanted a monster? A real monster? They would get one. Some part of me wonders; if Cain or Isaac are still alive in this fusion of ours or if this being, me is what's left of both of them.
I digress. Back to the stories I suppose. One of the groups targeted were a group of vampires; a family. A daughter, the mother and father; no vampires can't reproduce. The father turned the family rather than kill them; wholesome but idiotic. After the parents went down; well it was a lot easier to justify to myself the kids should go down next, after all; the parents are gone and they'd be left to foster care. What kind of parents would want to raise these two little monsters? A single moment, a pause on my part as the child holding teddy bear crying, she cowered in the corner looking away.
The resistance on my part; shrugging it off and continuing to butcher the two that for the next couple months having nightmare's about killing them. The nightmares weren't the part that disturbed me; going to the psychological wing. Telling them I'd felt distressed over the fact I'd kill children even if they were monsters. It didn't take long for guards to come in and pin me down as electroshock therapy had taken place and why wouldn't they shock me?
I'd done something foolish; showed pity, remorse for monsters. To show remorse for them; was a proper reason for me to be beaten.
The Elf Girl
Another story I'd like to share; one that still lingers with me to this day and a part of me wonders if I made the right choice. Just like any other full moon; an axe in hand as the werewolves ran from me; the girl still shaking in fear, clothes torn and she sees my face. You might think my appearance scared her but at first glance my body is no different than any other human expect the red eyes and monstrous features that form when my hunt for Mythical start. At the time my body sustained an inhuman amount of damage; missing right arm, missing leg. Mind you; these weren't one or three werewolves were talking about ten of them.
For our fight one of them took ripped a tree from the ground, the tree width of a car and tossed it at me. As you could imagine; these were a lot tougher than your average werewolf. Anyways; she looked distressed at first but soften her look as my hand went out to her.
My body started to falter, to fall; my human half isn't as durable as the monster half. Some of you might be wondering why I'm not considered a Mythic if I'm half of one; well are you your parents even though your half your mom and dad? A fusion isn't a literal blend; it's more like birthing a child; well my form of fusion was at least.
She grabbed me; picked me up and carried me over her shoulder; one of the werewolves notice this and started to come after us; at the time I'd been thinking, "fuck when is back up going to arrive!" My limbs slowly growing back. Some of you might be wondering why weren't allowed to have guns; well one asshole that was a part of our group decided to leave and join the Mythic beast. His name was Dante, a cheeky bastard who denied our cause and joined the feral creatures. With just a pistol Dante was able to headshot 20 guards from 2 miles away, safe to say why we aren't allowed guns anymore.
The saddest part is; he did it for a female Mythic, can you believe that? At the time; I had thought, "how could he fall for such a creature?" But after dealing with my savior I could understand how; she pressed my body up against a tree, covering us in mud. For someone so small; she was quite strong, the werewolves pass by us as if we weren't there. This surprised me something so simple worked so well. After a long time passed; she carried me until we reached a spot surrounded by a field of flowers and she started up a fire inside the field of flowers.
She asked, "what brought you here?"
At the time explaining, "the werewolves; them slaughtering humans brought me here." She looked away and nods.
She asked, "can I have your name?"
I reply, "the name I'd been assigned? It's not my name but it's a name; John." Some of you might be wondering why I'd worded like that; Fae can only take the name of those who have a name; as odd as it sounds; were given no name, we already signed our names away to the lawyers, were borrowing the names if anything. So even if we could have our names taken well you'd have to take it from the lawyer.
Fae have tried and failed to take my name only to realize they couldn't and once these facts explained to them; they had no way of doing anything to us. Imagine it like this; you sell a car to someone and they rent the car out to you; then someone else tries to claim your property as their own; well that car doesn't belong to me, the car belongs to the person you are renting it from.
She softly smiles, "then what is your name?"
I smirk, "my name is John." Her smile fades as she notices nothing happen. Then the explanation falls on her ears, "you can feel it; the fact it's a name, that I'm without a true name, correct? A lawyer owns my name, not I and no before you try to kill that lawyer; in his will another lawyer will have ownership over that name, so on and so forth." each word closer to explaining it fully in detail made her face go sour.
She looked defeated and scoffed, "I guess you and that damn Mythic hunter group thought of everything to counter us; huh?" A proud nod from me.
I swing the question back around, "what do they call you?" She looks away and sighs.
She says, "they call me Autumn. My true name would drive you insane."
A smug look on my face couldn't be concealed, "so; why did you save me, Autumn? Falling in love with a anti-monster now?" Her eyes rolled.
She says, "you saved me back there; I only thought of it as it being the right thing to do."
Me questioning, "and with trying to take my name from me?"
She scoffs, "for my own safety! As soon as you heal up; you'll be trying to kill me again."
I'd nod in agreement to this. My question to her, "so, why were the werewolves trying to kill you?" She looks to the ground.
She answers, "they gain power by eating those with mana; everything has mana so a werewolf feeding means that form gets stronger and stronger. Fae, true Fae; have plentiful of mana."
Me nodding along and ask, "boys at the lab; did you get this info?" The radio signal in my head. Oh yeah; they put a radio and a tracker in my head; because again, Dante." Her eyes widen at me smiling.
She mumbles, "I couldn't even detect it..." A knock on my skull to hear the part that clunked different from the rest of my head. She looked defeated; dead inside after this. Her eyes start to water, fall with waterworks.
An idea at that moment pops into my head with me saying, "help protect me until morning time; and I'll make sure my owners and I don't hurt you; today for this encounter, deal?" She smiles and happily nods with her standing guard and keeping us cloaked. We talk to pass the time.
Autumn ask, "why do you hate Mythic so much?"
That explaining my encounters to her and the beatings I'd seen pity, empathy in her eyes though a part of me thinking, "she is faking it." Me turning around to ask, "what brought you to the human world? Don't you have your own land you're from?"
She scoffs, "oh yeah that shit hole where I'm not loved; not wanted, I'm too alien from my own people." At this part; she reminds me of myself when I'd first awoken at the lab and refused to kill any Mythic; expressed too many emotions for my masters to tolerate and had been beaten on the daily because of it. We traded stories; tales of our lives to one another.
Of course you might be thinking she could trick me or grab something from me but I'm not the owner of these memories and experience, even if she could take from me or the lawyers or anyone; the other two halves of me still have more ownership of this than I do.
You might be wondering how I was able to make a deal then; well a deal is a deal not something she could take but something we both made together, that being said that rule wasn't applied to my two other halves but she doesn't know that the rule only applies to me and my owners. After talking to her; we didn't realize how much we had in common.
Once healed up enough; we both went for a swim. Now don't act like we were getting close; not at all, I wanted more info from her and after explaining this to the boys at the lab over the radio they had a sigh of relief.
When the sunrise and they could finally find us and bring me home; one of the guards let me use a pistol. She was far off from us and this was a new encounter not the current. When aiming the gun at her from over a mile away, each shot I'd fired missed. The rage, the frustration and embarrassment of missing such an easy to hit target filled me with dread. Once we got back; I'd begged to try to use the pistol again at a firing range. They had over fifty guards watch me and sure enough; each shot able to be hit for moving targets from three miles away.
Which made me think, "did... I let her get away?" The other part of me thinking, "it was accidental; bad shots, the sun was in my eye was all and my body was still recovering at the time." Regardless the boys and woman at the lab thanked me for collecting all the useful info she gave me.
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