I crept into the house slowly as thunder rumbled outside. My combat boots moved silently across the rotten wooden floor. My eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness that surrounded me like a heavy black fog. My fingers curled around the crossbow, prepared to fire as soon as the best showed itself. As I moved slowly into the main part of the house, my ears detected a low growling behind me. I spun around, crossbow ready to fire. All I caught in my sight was the tail of one of the beasts, which quickly disappeared. I frowned and turned back around, starting to walk forward again. Then I freeze.
The sound of the door in the other room slamming shut reverberated through the house. My breath caught in my throat as I realized there was no where left to run, I had to face the beasts this time, as there was no second chance against the thing with forty eyes. I walked forward, keeping my body low as I looked around. My eyes darted around the room as the floorboards creaked loudly nearby. My heart thudded inside my chest, the sound beating in my skull as I drew closer to the sound. My vision narrowed as I entered the next room, the kitchen. The white of the floor glowed with the moon's light on it. My eyes swept the room, finally settling on the figure across the room from me.
The animal growled, foam slipping from its lips. Brown fur covered the monster's body, solid black eyes protruding from its skull. It had long black claws coming from its paws, a brown tail swishing behind it. It didn't react to me at first, until it caught my scent. Then it growled, showing off the disgusting yellow fangs it had hidden before. It was a werewolf, most likely the one who constantly attacked my village. We stood at opposite ends of the kitchen, sizing one another up. Then I made the first move. Faster than the eye could see, I had lifted my crossbow and fired. The arrow embedded itself into the werewolf's right shoulder. It howled before lunging at me. I dove at the way, avoiding its fangs and claws. One small scratch and I'd become on of them. Pulling another arrow from my quiver as I slid on the floor, I shot it quickly, the arrow's head finding the beast's left calf and diving in. Red blood staining the leg and shoulder as the monster turned on me. It was on me before I could move. Holding back the large jaws and paws of the werewolf with my hands, I began to knee the animal. But it would not relent. Finally I took my shoulder and twisted my body in an unnatural way, pain shooting up my arm as I slammed the beast's jaw with my shoulder. It recoiled with a howl and I slipped out from under it. Before it could move again, I grabbed one of my three silver arrows and shot the werewolf through the heart. It turned to dust as soon as the arrow hit.
Turning, I began my journey once again to the next room. I slowly moved inside and I felt the temperature drop. As I felt the cold hands of death creep closer, I wondered if I would ever see the sun again. My body started to shiver as I felt the creature creep up behind. I spun around and jumped back as a pale figure faded into view. It looked like a human in just about every way except the milky white color that cloaked its body. The figure took the shape of a little girl, her small fingers clutched around the arm of a teddy bear. She looked innocent in every way and I knew that look in her eyes the instant I saw it.
"Big sister?" She whispered, approaching slowly. I took a quick step back, the ghost obviously playing tricks on me. My sister died too long ago, she was too innocent to have any grudges. I took another step backwards as the ghost drew closer. "Big sister please help me." She said. Not taking my eyes off the ghost, I pulled a pouch from my belt. As soon as she's close enough, I tossed the small pouch at the ghost. It hit her and exploded, the air filling with salt. The little girl screeched in pain. The screeches suddenly changed to loud wails as the ghost's form changed. It grew into an old woman, a hag looking creature. I drew the cold iron knife from my waist belt as I recognized the ghost to be a banshee. She wailed loudly and flew straight for me. I spun out of the way, crossbow in my right hand and knife in the other. The banshee came for me again and once again I dodged. She came for me a third time and this time I charged. The banshee was caught off guard and couldn't move in time as I sliced through her with my knife. The ghostly white particles dispersed and faded from the view. I sheathed my knife and smirked. I ain't fraid of no ghosts. That's a fact.
I turned and moved to the stairs. They creaked loudly as I began to climb them. The last monster was just up ahead, I could feel it, and it was going to be the hardest one yet. Trembles crept up my skin like spiders climb up their webs. I reached the top of the stairs and swept my gaze across the hall in front of me. A small candle light came from a door halfway down the hall. I move swiftly and silently down the corridor, reaching the door without a sound. I peaked in and felt myself hold back a hiss in anger. The beast with forty eyes was right there and it could see me.
The monster bellowed and charged at me. I leapt backwards as the beast with forty eyes crashed through the wooden walls. Wooden splinters spray everywhere, a few embedding themselves in my legs and arms. I wince in pain. I'll have to deal with them later. I observed the monster as it approached. Human shaped as well, with forty eyes covering his entire body. One eye, though, is bigger than the others and is closed. That's the heart.
A grandfather clock chimed in the parlor below us, twelve bongs signaling that midnight was close at hand. This broke the tension and we attacked. My crossbow fired hitting two of the eyes on the monsters's leg. The beast moved quicker than I anticipated and raked its claws across my chest. I stumbled backwards into a wall, blood pooling down my chest. My vision began to fray at the corners but I kept going. Ducking away from the next attack, I charged into it, my cold iron knife drawn and plunged into the sticky skin of the monster. The monster roared in pain and drew back. My knife still in its torso, just barely missing the heart, it came back, claws ready. I rolled out of the way, only having my crossbow remaining. Notching another arrow while I could, I dodged the claws and rolled a little ways away, but I was too slow. The beast slashed my back. I tumbled forward, crashing into a nearby wall. I could feel the life seeping out of this body. I didn't have long. Using the last of my strength, I rose my right arms and fired my crossbow.
I watched as the arrow flew straight to its mark, the head piercing the closed eye. The beast with forty eyes howled before collapsing on the floor. It didn't have long, and neither did I. As my vision began to darken, I felt myself stumble and suddenly the scenery around me changed. I had fallen out a window, I was outside. The ground rushed at me at an uncanny pace. I closed my eyes and everything faded. All I could feel was the echoing laughter of a deep voice.
"And though you fight to stay alive, your body starts to shiver. For no mere mortal can resist, the evil of the Thriller!"
My eyes snapped open. I was no mere mortal. Calling upon the darker side of myself as the ground approached, I felt the back of my shirt tear open as large bat wings unfurled from the cage they had been held in. Swooping upward, I screeched, my eyes turning yellow and fangs growing in my mouth. The moon on my back, I flapped my wings and yelled to the world,
"I am Demon Hunter Jade Atromitos! All will one day bow down to me!"