Scar The Mythos Puros Part One

 Rescue From The Hunter

It was the year two thousand and five, Alex Victor Hunt had his new mission from Morana. They had once been best friends but that all changed when they were captured by a witches coven called The Scarborough Witches on the day of his parent's deaths. They had been subjugated to ten years of hell and they had no ability to escape. It had been five years since they had finally been able to escape. Only because they were able to convince of a child that died upon the night of her birth. Yet, he was always surprised at how well she was doing. She had quickly risen up in the ranks of the Hunters and had quickly become the leader of the British Division of the Hunters, despite not even being born a hunter. He would always feel a sense of tainted pride toward her.

He opened the envelope.

The Scarborough Witches 

Over the past three years I have had people

looking for the witches that have captured us

and forced us to work for them, tormented us 

for over ten years and conceive of a child. 

I have found them in a cave in west of

Scarborough. Your order is to kill them.

Signed

Morana Lamia Smith 

Morana Lamia had been Morana Lamia Smith for just over four years. Her husband, Officer Peter Smith, was the police officer that they had reported the Scarborough Witches to. By that time she was pregnant with their child. A child that was killed by and was taken away by the Scarborough Witches. It was soon after she married him and within a year they had twin girls. He was always happy for them, which would always be tainted by shame that they had been put through all the torment that those women had forced them to endure, knowing that it was his fault.

It was barely two days when he reached their dwelling place. Yet the moment that he entered the cave, he could hear their voices chanting. He felt a shiver run down his spine as he remembered how they used to when they were still a child. He pushed the memories back as he pressed back against the wall. He slowly and as silently as a mouse moved on. He pulled out his gun and followed their voices that were echoed. He had even once had nightmares about that chanting.

He opened the door and shot at one before he could even think. Then he saw the other two look at the dead body as they jumped. Their eyes looked up as he fired another bullet but this was stopped by the youngest one. She once looked like she was in her early thirties when he last saw them but now she looked like she was in her forties.

“Nice try Alex.”

“Though I will commend you for taking our sister off guard. However, you will not get another opportunity like that again.”

She charged at him, using her magic to form a fireball, she shot at him. He slid down and fired two bullets at her, which were stopped in mid air. She then sent them back to him. He flipped the gun and held the barrel of the gun, as she reached him, he whacked her in the shin, causing her to fall. By this time he stood erect and put two bullets into her head.

He turned to the last witch, who had a blade pointing to the throat of a small pale girl. She had jet black hair and incredible scarlet eyes that had deep bags under them. Yet they were filled with despair and depression. She looked about four or five. She was dressed in a black rag. Her skin clung to her bones and had many cuts as her uneven nails had dirt clogging underneath them.

He looked up angry at her. Yet it took all that it had within him to control it. 

“How dare you hide behind a child like that coward!”

She let out a chuckle.

“It would not be the first time. Little Alex. Tell me, are you enjoying this?” She asked as she slowly approached him.

“No.”

She let out a chuckle.

“You should.”

“Why?”

She looked down at the girl.

“Do you know who she is?”

“A little girl that you’re cruelly hiding behind.”

She let out a chuckle as she pulled the girl’s arm up, yet she tried pulling it out but the girl was too weak to resist, and cut into it. Yet she did not let out a single sound. Until she cut deeper. She let out a silent whimper. The witch let out a laugh.

“I enjoyed that. Now little Alex, come close.”

He approached her without taking his eyes or gun off her. Her hand flicked out like a whip and he dropped the gun. The girl drew back to ensure that she was not hit, trying not to let any tears fall from her eyes and not make a sound.

“Oh, how you’ve grown. And have become so ever handsome! I am quite surprised that you never married! Quick, let me kiss you!” She said, moving closer and closer to him.

He then waited for until she had gotten very close to him when he pulled out a knife. She struck him in the face and he struck her in the heart. She fell and the girl dived away. She looked down terrified. Now there were tears in her eyes. He walked up to her and outstretched his hand.

“It’s alright, I won't kill you.” He said as he knelt and looked at the scars covering her arm. “I see. You’re just like me.”

She tried to pull her arm out of his grip but, to his surprise, she was stronger then he thought she would be. Then he pulled out a white and crimson lollipop and gave it to her.

“Here.”

She looked down at it and frowned. He let out a chuckle. He took off the wrapper and stuck it in her mouth. Her eyes widened as she looked stunned.

“Got a name kid?”

She shook her head as she sucked.

“They called me a Mythos Puros.”

He nodded, not knowing what that meant, as he cleaned and dressed her wounds.

“Is that your name?”

“No. They say that is what I am. Not a name.”

“Do you want a name?”

Her mouth opened for a moment and closed again. She wanted to say but she was too scared to. She was soon crying under her breath again. She nodded.

“Then how about Scarborough?”

Her eyes lit up and nodded.

“Not a trick?”

“No.” He replied, trying not to show his shock. “So, know where your parents are?”

“They said they died.”

He nodded sympathetically.

“Of course.” He said, bitterly. “Come, I can’t leave you here.”

He took out a lollipop and a cigarette in his mouth before he lit the cigarette.

“What’s that?”

“It’s a cigarette and no. You can’t have one.”

She nodded.

“Anyway, we need to g

“

He left the cave and Scarborough followed behind. He knew that he had to do something about her. She was following him like a puppy who did not know where to go. Yet his life was not good for a girl like her. Yet he also knew that he could not just take her anywhere.

“Come on.”

She nodded and frowned.

“You seem to be very trusting.”

“No. Witches hit me if I ask questions or disobey.”

“You should learn to ask questions.”

“Where are we going?”

“A children’s home.”

“Why?”

“Because my life is not for kids.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s dangerous.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m a Night Hunter.”

“Why can’t I become a Night Hunter?”

“Because it’s too dangerous and you’re far too young.”

“But the witches-”

“Did was wrong.”

She frowned.

“It was?”

“Yes.”

“But if I became old enough, would I be a hunter?”

“Sure.” He said as he took off his hat. It was a black leather hat and put it on her head. Which covered it. “When your head is big enough to fill that, then maybe. But, for now, try to live a normal life. Okay?”

She smiled.

“Okay.”

She was put in a home and within barely half a year she was adopted with two others.