Anything that’s weaker than men, fears me. Anything that fears me wants to destroy me. That’s why every minute of my life is a war for my survival.
I stand 8’2” 450 lbs of pure muscle. Anything that stands in my way has been destroyed. I do lie, and decieve, but only when it can buy me a few more minutes of life. I have a mission from a higher power to survive long enough to complete a mission. This mission is important enough to keep me motivated constantly. What this mission is, I have no idea, but if I don't do as the higher power says, I'm going for a long walk in devil land.
I am hunted by creatures of evil, because of my mission, even though I’m not much more better then they are. I have an insatiable bloodlust, but since every night is a good fight, it never comes up around humans.
Every night I get at most two hours sleep, and that is on a good night. No wonder I dream when I’m awake. I dream about that day when I will not wake up. All I know is that it will be glorious. The only way something will take me down is when I have both guns blazing, and they overpower, and outsmart me. I almost hope for that day. I’ll finally be able to get some sleep.
Just walking through a town is deadly even during the day for me. The demons that can possess or dominate people are the most dangerous because they can get the closest to me. So many creatures are out in this world, so I have plenty of variety. If the higher power keeps a death count for me, I wonder if it’ll tell me when I get into the quintuple digits.
“Walking down a street, I shall fear no evil because I can blow it’s head off.” Many bartenders have heard this from me, and the same number have seen it come true. Whenever I try to rest for more than a minute I seem to get attacked, that’s probaly why I’m so strong. It’s come in handy, and everything that happens, always makes me stronger.
“Goddam, a full moon tonight. Better buy yourself some protection barkeep,” I warn him. He flashes an ion pistol, and says, “I have all the protection I need.” I smile and hope he’s lucky and doesn’t get eaten. I finish my drink and I hear something come through the door. From the sound of him, he’s about 250 lbs. and has nice sized claws on his feet. I turn and fire a wooden round at him, hitting him directly in the heart, and killing the furry little s.o.b. The bartender looks surprised and asks, “is that it?” “That’s only the beginning.”
Three werewolves come jumping through the door, and four crash through the roof. “Just give me a break,” and unload the silver bullets in my submachine guns at them. Five go down, quite disgustingly I might add, and the other two pitifully try to hurt me. I smack them away with the ends of my guns and ask them to say hello to my little friends, as I pull the triggers and blow the hell out of their torsos. The bartender, peeks up from behind the counter looks at me, “What the f*** is going on? We’ve never had anything like this happen before!”
I agree with him, reload my guns, put them away, and take out my silver knuckles. As I go out the door a werewolf jumps out from beside the door, and I lay him out with a fist to the kisser. I nearly take his jaw off, and when pity almost creeps into my heart, I remember it was trying to kill me so I monkey stomp it into the ground. A couple of vampires walk nonchalantly up to me, bare their fangs, and I pop one of them right in the mouth, knocking out half his teeth. The other two feebly scratch my armor and back hand one of them upside it’s head, and toss a vial of holy water down the throat of the other one. As the holy one melts, I cup the other ones ears and as it recoils in pain, I take out a wooden stake and shove it in his heart.
If everything tonight goes like every other night, I should be attacked again....Now. Two giant dogs try jumping off the roof of the bar at me, original but futile. I grab them by their necks and throw one into the air, and the other to the ground. I pull out my guns and unload a clip into the dog on the ground and another clip into the one falling. They die as soon as the bullets hit their thick fur coats.
How many creatures have I killed? I Wish I hadn't lost count at 12,145. It doesn't matter anymore. To prove I'm tough to all the hombres out here I only have to step through the doorway. That's enough thought for now, I should be attacked any second now.
Oh, how right I am. I hear huge footsteps coming down the street, and the footsteps are soon joined by loud animal noises. "Who do all these sounds belong to?" I asked, hoping for someone to tell me, so I know what I'm going to kill. Fortunately I got an answer, just not from who I thought it would be from.
"They belong to me, the bringer of death," the creature bellowed from atop it's 10 foot frame. It had ears like hub caps, and huge flaps under his arms. A goddam bat. "Go back to your cave," I command it. "I'll go back to my cave only when I have your head on a stick," it retorted. "It's your funeral."
"How do you want to this to go flyboy?" I asked the bat. "Like your blood going down my throat, smooth and easy," it said while licking it's gargantuan teeth. "If you insist," I say as I pull out my missile launcher. It flies into the air and I try to aim, but it's too damn fast. It swoops down and slashes the front of my shirt off. I grab at it, but all get is a hand full of hair.
"Small man, small mind," it says as it swoops down again for another attack. As it comes down I hold my ground. It's claws two inches from my face, I don't try to dodge, but rather, I grab it's wing, and tear it off. It hits the ground with a huge thud, and blood splashes everywhere. I walk over to it, raise my fist, and as I bring it down, the creature catches it and uses it's one good arm to lay a hard one directly in my left eye.
I reel back from the shock of it, and then stop to take a look at what's left of the furry bastard. One arm still going strong, the other arm bleeding all over. So is his leg, but it doesn't seem to bother it at all. I must admit, it's lasted a lot longer than most of my enemies. I go for a double-fisted power punch, but as I swing my arms at the thing, it lets out a scream like no other I have ever heard. I stumble back holding my head, but it doesn't stop the mind splitting effect on my brain.
The noise was so horrible I broke a couple of my teeth when I was clenching my jaw, and my ears are bleeding. When the noise finally stops I turn to fight the creature some more but it was already swinging it's big fuzz covered fist and it hit me square in my right eye. Now that I can barely see, I feel like I'm actually...challenged. Well, three seconds of that is enough, time to whoop some ass.
I throw a punch, hit the thing dead in the temple, and as it's reeling back in pain, I pull out a grenade. Then I walk up to it, pull the pin out of the grenade, and toss it at the creature. It catches it, and it's arm is blown clean off. I look at this thing, bleeding all over the place, no good arms left, and almost feel like letting it live. Then I get my common sense back. If I don't kill it now, it'll come back later on to finish what it started. Good enough reason for me. I pull out a fusion block, set the timer for 10 seconds and drop it at the creatures feet.
As I walk away, I see the remnants of the creatures I killed. I would take the teeth and nails of the creatures as souvenirs but I have so many of them right now, I would have to buy another storage space. Those acre sized lots are hard to find. I hear the blast as the creature is blown into molecules. I turn around and take a good look, just to see if it really was gone.
I didn't see any of it for a second, and wonder if it got away. Then it's head lands on the roof of the bar and I calm down. I got a few minutes to rest, maybe I'll have a long nap. I go into the bar, sit down, and close my eyes. I get a good sized 5-minute nap just before a hand pulls my head back and I hear someone say, "he'll make a fine soup." I rip the hand off the thing standing over me and pull out my sub-machine gun. A hunter's work is never done.