Malvera Town, 1890.
The moon shone brighter than ever. Two men, tall with muscular figure strolled quietly beside the moonlit lane. They’ve expected no one would notice them. The ‘Secret Meeting’ must be done within the night.
Another man came from opposite direction. His hands were in his pocket, walking steadily towards the rest, as if they were unrelated. The two men could never guess what was hidden under his long-black coat which looked protective. They knew him well. The Hunter, the cunning one
“You already know your job, don’t you?” a shorter man asked to the hunter as they were close enough with him. They stared closely at his slender frame. The dark situation and a black hat overshadowed him, which made them hard to see him, or to recognize him, yet.
“I know. The witch, right?” he asked in return. From his husky voice, they knew it was him, the one they always asked for service. That was the Hunter’s job. Paid then hunt.
“You’re smarter than ever.” The other man said with a snigger.
As the hunter rose his head up to meet his client eyes, he knew they understood what the meaning was. He agreed. Killing was his hobby. He trained himself well to be strong and to fight off enemies.
“I know you know that I want more perks this time.” He assumed. The two men nodded. They wanted nothing more than protection from him from the evil witch.
***
“Rufus, are you there!?” a loud cracking voice heard from outside of his room. He was busy preparing to leave.
“I am here, mom!” he shouted back after he tied his bag. He rose and reached for the door. He didn’t expect his mom to come over to his room on late night.
“What?” he said, opening the door half, showing only his face to his waist. Grey eyes, brown-wavy hair, tall and slim.
“Where are you going, Rufus?” her mother asked demandingly. She was a lot shorter than he was, with graying hair, in her nightgown.
“I’m leaving, mom. I wanted to find Tom.” He confessed, thought he wasn’t certain if Tom was still alive or not.
“Tom’s dead, Rufus. You should accept the fact. His body was found in Oakley.” His mother reassured him. His heart didn’t change for even a slightest chance. He was determined to find his young brother.
He moved back to the things he’d packed. Every time he feels the atmosphere in his small bedroom, he remembers the memories with Tom, even after a month had passed. In the small room too, they broke into fight, which was the factor Tom left and never come home anymore.
“It is all my fault.” He regretted.
“I’m not going to lose you too, Rufus.” Her mother pleaded.
“I’ll be back mom. I promise,” he assured her. For a moment, they stood in silence, listening to nothingness. He noticed a tear fell from his mother’s eye.
***
The Hunter walked warily through the forest. He had spotted the witch. It was easy for him to hear the ugly creature murmuring their curse words because he was used to it.
He reached for his shotgun, positioned nicely in the holster on his waist. He didn’t notice there was another witch, surging towards him from above.
“Die!” she screamed as she lunged upon him. A pulsating ripple, strong enough to kill him, echoed in between them. He leapt backward to elude from the deadly wave, a common witch spell.
He pointed his gun to her. Her long black hair unfurled, creating a tough shield around her, blocking the bullet. One thing the witch overlooked was the fact that the bullet was specially design to break her spell. Lionfang bullet.
Her hair scattered away and the impulse made her thrown backward.
Human.
He heard the witch thought. He tried not to be panic. There was a human nearby, which was very dangerous. The witches always seek for human soul to perform a ritual, to steal their lives thus confirming immortality to the themselves.
The Hunter turned aside and dashed to the direction of the human, ignoring the witch. She jumped to the same direction, trying to outrun her.
A moment later, he saw the human. Grey eye, brown-wavy hair, tall and slim.
“Stay away from here!” he warned.
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