In the town of Reinhold, nestled deep within the mist-laden street's, a loud noise of screaming about 'pray to the lord', waiting to be unleashed sound upon the charch bell. It began with whispers of pray carried on the wind, and the murmurs of fear that becoming a beast. a malevolent blood disease spread through the veins of the community, infecting its victims and transforming them into a horrrfiyng beasts.
In the sterile of the Gothic hospital, an ominous heavy last breathing of death flash in the air. The flickering fluorescent lights cast shadows across the linoleum floor, as the hum of old person soundtrack to the desolate scene. In the center of this macabre tableau, a figure emerged from the depths of unconsciousness, gasping for breath.
As the person's eyes fluttered open, he found himself lying on a cold, metal bed, the rusted chains that hung above casting a foreboding silhouette. A wave of thoughts washed over him, his senses assaulted by the unpleasant anger of stench mingling of unmistakable beast and a men's blood. And then, as his gaze shifted downward, a chilling sight greeted him—his entire body, from head to toe, was drenched in blood of a beast.
Lot's of thoughts coursed through his brains, his head pounding like a heart. It's trying to blast against his face as he tried to piece together the fragments of his shattered memory. Who is he? How did he end up in this nightmarish place, cloaked in the evidence of unspeakable horrors?
As the person looking through the labyrinthine corridors of the hospital, his gaze fell upon a dimly lit metalic door, a flickering a blood bank sign casting an ominous glow upon its rusted frame. A glimmer of hope ignited within his chest, urging him to push forward, to seek answers beyond the suffocating walls that held him captive.
With quick steps, he approached the door. But just as his fingers brushed against the cold metal, a figure emerged from inside of the door.
"Stay away," she hissed, her voice sounding with an unsettling mix of terror and malevolence."You don't want to know what lies beyond this door. They're my patient, begone hunter. It's not your place to come inside young hunter."
Confusion within the person's mind. Who are these patients, and what connection did he have with hunter?
In a voice laced with desperation, the person pleaded with the woman inside for answers. "Please, I need to remember. I need to know who I am, what happened to me."
A flicker of laugh passed across from the woman, but it was quickly replaced by an unwavering resolve. "So you are the reborn child," she murmured, her words heavy with the weight of hatred too terrible to bear. "But if you insist on knowing you'reself then you must die once by a beast hand."
With those words, the woman walked away from the door.her walking fixed with a mixture of caution and concern sounding.
"Remember, I warned you," she said, her voice trailing off as she disappeared into the air, leaving the person to face a haunting decision.
As he stood before the locked door, uncertainty gnawed at his resolve. Should he heed the woman's warning, relinquishing the chance to unravel the mysteries that entwined his very existence?
As the person ventured deeper into the heart of the hospital, room after room revealed macabre scenes of twisted experimentation. The walls seemed to whisper their secrets, as if pleading to be heard and understood. But it was in one particular room, hidden amidst the labyrinthine corridors, that he stumbled upon a revelation that would shake their very core.
Amidst the dim glow of flickering overhead lights, their gaze fell upon a worn leather-bound journal resting on a blood-stained table. With trembling hands, he opened its weathered pages, revealing a meticulously penned account of his own past—a past obscured by shadows and buried beneath the weight of unspeakable deeds.
The words on the pages unveiled a chilling truth. He had indeed been subjected to a merciless experiment, infused with the blood of beasts to transform them into a weapon against the very horrors that now plagued the abandoned Gothic city. Every drop of their own blood had been tainted by the essence of these monstrous creatures, turning them into a hybrid, a hunter amidst the hunted.
The journal spoke of the sacrifices made, the moral boundaries crossed, and the relentless pursuit of power that drove the minds behind the twisted experimentations. It detailed their transformation, both physical and psychological, as the beast blood coursed through their veins, awakening primal instincts and forging a connection to the very horrors that now roamed the whole City.
A mixture of rage, confusion, and a strange sense of purpose surged within the person's soul. He is meant to be a weapon, a savior amidst the darkness. But at what cost? Who is he before the experiment, and was there any shred of his former self left within this amalgamation of man and beast?
Determined to confront the truth head-on, he pressed forward, leaving the room behind as he continued his search for answers. Each step fueled by a newfound purpose, he is resolved to face the horror beasts that now lurked within the hospital's depths, his own blood pulsating with an otherworldly power.
The path ahead was treacherous, the threat of both external and internal forces mounting with every passing moment. But armed with the knowledge of their origin, they embraced their dual nature, the hunter and the hunted entwined within his very being.
The waiting room of hospital lay cloaked in an eerie silence, broken only by the occasional drip of water from a leaky ceiling. As the person entered, his breath caught in his throat, for there, in the dimly lit room, stood a creature so distorted, so horrifying, that it defied the boundaries of their imagination.
A towering, twisted figure akin to a lycanthrope, feasted upon the remains of a fallen hunter. Its snarls and gnashing teeth filled the air, mingling with the sickening scent of blood and decay. The person's heart pounded in his chest, a primal fear seizing his very core, threatening to consume his resolve.
Overwhelmed by the gruesome spectacle, he stumbled backward, his body convulsing with a mixture of horror and revulsion. His stomach rebelled, and he doubled over, retching as the putrid stench and the horrific scene played out before him.
But as his body emptied itself of bile and fear, a newfound determination filled the void. The realization dawned upon him that he could not succumb to helplessness in the face of these abominable creatures. He needed something, anything, to level the playing field, to fight back against the monsters that haunted his waking nightmares.
With resolve burning within his eyes, he scanned the room, his gaze falling upon an abandoned supply in the corner. Hastily, he approached it, his hands trembling as he flung the doors open, revealing an assortment of medical equipment and a vials of unknown substances.
His fingers curled around a medical equipment gleaming scalpel, a slender blade that felt strangely comforting in his grip. It would be his weapon, his tool to pierce the beast's hide and strike at the very heart of the terror.
But as he stood there, poised on the precipice of his next move, doubt and uncertainty mingled with his newfound courage. Could he truly face the monster before him? Would his hybrid nature be enough to tip the scales in his favor? Only time would reveal the answers, but he knew one thing for certain—the hunt had begun, and he would not rest until he had banished the abominations that plagued the City.
With a deep breath, he stepped forward, the scalpel held firmly in his hand, his mind focused on survival, and his heart driven by an unwavering determination to reclaim his freedom.
.....To be continued.....