Chasing Broken Desires

I was running after this rouge, and I wasn't going to let this one live. I pulled out my silver katana sword and took the opportunity to cut both of his legs off. He howls in pain as a pool of blood starts. He stumbles and falls back into the tree as his energy diminishes. I smirked as I kneeled beside him. He looks at me with fear evident in his eyes.

"That's what you get to try escaping me." I hissed at him as his eyes started to drift close. He began to shift, showing a lifeless naked body. I smirked as I pulled out my silver throwing knife and slowly dragging into his chest and did my symbol.

That shows that is the handy work of  Xavier the black death. It's what they call me now. Even if I'm only eighteen, they're scared of me. Everyone fears me, so I was pretty famous in the supernatural world as a jack of the trades and a hunter. I'm a human, not any of those phenomenal 100% human, no, mistake. But don't underestimate me. That will be the last thing you'll ever do, and I wasn't feared for nothing, you know.

I've got all world's deadliest weapons. But even without my guns, I can still kill with my bare hands. I've been trained so hard to follow the Headmaster's way as a hunter and the footsteps of The man who took me in after the death of my whole family.

My family was a group of hunters, very skillful indeed—the most hated in the supernatural world. When I was only two years old when my family was killed, the Headmaster well was not the strict type of a dad. He was a sweet and caring dad who was always serious about business. He's always serious.

My caretaker, her name was Allice walker. She was a hunter. I know how cool that is. My dad/Headmaster and my caretaker Allice took the roles of my dad and mom. And you know what happened next? With care from both of them, I became the most deadly assassin. Like I said, "my dad" trained me in the way of a Hunter and some ninja skills, and Allice introduced me to killing like a hunter. I always thought I had the most incredible, badass, deadly stepparents ever, right? But I learned everything doesn't last too long. Allice was killed when I was five. She died keeping me safe in an attack in Medlow, the training ground.

 I was depressed when Allice died. My depression turned to anger and hate. I trained long and hard to be the most deadly person in this world. The Headmaster, or dad, wanted me to call him Papa, but he was very impressed with how far I had gotten all these years. The death of Allice and the murders of my whole family have kept me going. For this long, "dad" even turned me to be one of his official assassins or Hunter when I only turned thirteen or twelve years old, I can't remember.

I'm the youngest Hunter in history because most people become hunters or assassins in their late twenties. Of course, they don't know anything about my identity and my real name. Due to Headmaster or dad hate it when I call him Headmaster. I don't even know how he did it. But they all know me as one of the deadly Hunters and one of seven deadly killers under the Headmaster. I killed werewolves, vampires, witches, demons, and even devils for most of my missions. I'm not like the other heartless hunters who kill every creature that catches their sight, not me. But that's what they all think I am. I kill animals that interfere with the peace of others. Those are the Headmaster's orders, and I also kill the ones that are a threat to humankind.

Now don't be mistaken. I'm human. Most hunters and assassins are. But I'm more skillful than others. They started to fear me more when news spread that Xavier, the back death the Hunter, destroyed a whole pack,k including their Alpha, and a nest of vampires killing their queen, all by himself. They didn't add that the pack and nest were evil in the news, though.

Oh, and if you're wondering, I do go to school. My name is David walker. My last name was fake. Of course, it's after Allice. And in the supernatural world, they don't know my name. They call me Xavier, the Black death. And if they knew, I wouldn't have been in school. In their eyes, I'm just a typical teenager that doesn't have a single clue about supernatural creatures.

But I wasn't the badass type of student. If I would, I could. But I pretended I'm gothic blind emo, so no one suspects me of being Xavier the black death. Who in the right would think a blind emo guy would be the number one most deadly assassin that ever existed? No one. And that's precisely why I was like that. So no one can ruin my fake everyday life.

I always work alone. I prefer it that way. Every mission is different in another part of the world, which is fantastic. So I was constantly transferring schools which sucks. And my place, my home, should be close to the woods, not the city. I wouldn't say I like the city so nosy.

I always wrote symbols in one of my victims. It's like my signature, a calling card not on paper but a body. It also shows what I've done and that Xavier, the black death, has killed again.

I smirk as I stand up, admiring my work for a second before leaving the body there.

I was in my temporary home when my phone buzzed. It was a text from an unknown number. I sighed as I knew what the number was. Really "dad," I thought as I looked at the text message. It says...

'Get ready for tomorrow David. You have another mission. The GPS in your car will show you where to go. After reading this, delete this message.' Love DAD