When the boy came back to reality, no one was there. The orphanage was empty. He moved to the door of the room he was in, crossing across the variety of beds and pressing his ear against the door. No sound, no conversation as if they were eating with each other, no creaking of the floorboards, not even a giggle from a child. The boy lays flat on the ground, looking under the crack of the door, locking it while doing so.The ticking of the clock builds anxiety in his chest as he tries his best to see if anything is there.Tick... tock... tick...A shadow passes the door, some life is actually there, the boy believing that he was just on high alert because of what happened last night. The boy unlocks the door and opens it, closing it again slowly before locking it, once again.Sweat trickles off of his nose as he lowers himself to the floor. What he saw wasn't human. It looked like one of the priests but it's body, it's back... hunched over and large clambe

"Who's the next hunt?" Seth asks, propped on a tree, crushing the grass under his feet to pass the time. Nixon thinks to himself for a moment, counting money between his fingers."We'll just have to find out - visiting the sheriff's office will do."A voice comes from behind them, "Hey, are you guys, poachers?"Seth turns around with a casual turn as if nothing was wrong, "Nope, we're just waiting here, contemplating." The man was Japanese, his expression filled with solace, his short black hair slicked back with oil, a small goatee sitting in the middle of his chin, his jaw visibly tense. "You're Japanese right?"Nixon arches an eyebrow, chipping away at some wood he found, "You can tell?"Seth points to his hip, then motions to the Japanese man, Nixon nods in affirmation, "Yeah, I'm Japanese," The man shakes the katana on his hip, wearing a black military uniform with white lining, the symbol of a hawk on his right breast. "Tsukiyama Matsumoto,"

A gunshot takes off bark from a tree next to Seth causing him to retreat into the forest, lowering himself to the ground and hiding behind trees. Two more gunshots come from the distance, picking up snow or scraping against trees, Seth stays to the ground, attempting to understand what was happening. The gunshots sounded as if it came from a rifle so Seth thought they had run out of ammo by now or at least had one more bullet left since rifles take only four two five bullets. Seth quickly jolts from the trees, revealing himself for a split second before retreating back to cover, one last shot.Seth darts between cover, quickly approaching his pursuer. Seth's hot breath creates small puffs of smoke as he comes past trees, showing where he was to the sniper as they reloaded their rifle. The sniper realizes where they are though, dropping his head below the horizon line of the cliff beside him, suspecting he could be taken out by assisting fire. The sniper is covered in white ga

A Japanese man wearing a Komuso and a Kimono sits on his knees, staring out to the Japanese style doorway, adjusting himself on a tatami mat, a long nodachi by his waist. The sound of licking his lips can be heard behind the Komuso mask, grasping the hilt of his sword, looking down at the mat below him. "Are you coming in?" The man asks, the door sliding open, a blond man with a curled mustache enters, his blue and blue eyes shining against the darkness emitted by the light behind the man.The Japanese man leans forward, still grasping his sword, "What do you want?" He asks, blowing air from his nose.The blond man scans the room, "I want you to hunt some people down.""Who hired you to tell me this?""Does it matter? Just hunt down who we want to be hunted down," The blond man turns to his belt, using his index and middle finger to grab a collection of folded pages, throwing it to the Japanese man on the other side of the room. The Japanese man catches i

It's a fact that those who die on the island are taken somewhere else, replacing the persona similar to theirs, either it is wish or prophecy, those there will always go somewhere else in the end, an ideal world without chaos or destiny, a world where your own choices aren't predetermined by an unknown being that reigns over others. A sure-fire way to make everyone happy. Only the boy understood this concept. The bulbous cadaver of the monsters made him vomit up acid, for there was nothing inside his stomach. he clamored and clamored against the wooden planks that were the ground under him until finally, it all ended there and then.Before this encounter, the boy had finally gained the courage to open the door to the shared rooms he had with the other orphans in the orphanage. His steps creaked slowly against the molded wood sticking against his feet, keeping himself low to the ground. His journey outside the room did not take him far before encountering that horrible vomit-i