Hunter
Summary: Everyone in this business has a story. This is the tale of No-One-In-Particular.
Supernatural is not mine, more's the pitty.
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Like something from a story, you are saved in the nick of time from a creature of darkness; some un-named horror that had stolen you in the dead of night. Your knight-in-tattered-clothing took you away from that pit and brought you back into the light.
It isn't easy, but slowly, you return to Before: business as usual.
Months later a news story all but kicks you in the teeth. You know it's not the same Thing, but it's the same kind.
There is no answer from the number your knight-in-tattered-clothing left you. The part of you that isn't quivering in a terrified heap remembers all the things that were said After, remembers how to kill it.
So, you go. Because it's the right thing to do. Because you can help. Because everyone needs a knight, even one in tattered clothing. Because there is no one else.
The first time you save someone, first cheat death, you reclaim that part of you that never stopped screaming.
The next time you see the news bulletin, there is no hesitation. You go out and stop it. And it isn't till a year later at your cousin's wedding when someone asks what you do that you realized you've changed. The word Accountant no longer fits you, it's too small. There is a darkness in you now. A new word bubbles up to cover the places Accountant doesn't reach, wrapping around this new thing that you have become.
Hunter.
Supernatural is not mine, more's the pitty.
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Like something from a story, you are saved in the nick of time from a creature of darkness; some un-named horror that had stolen you in the dead of night. Your knight-in-tattered-clothing took you away from that pit and brought you back into the light.
It isn't easy, but slowly, you return to Before: business as usual.
Months later a news story all but kicks you in the teeth. You know it's not the same Thing, but it's the same kind.
There is no answer from the number your knight-in-tattered-clothing left you. The part of you that isn't quivering in a terrified heap remembers all the things that were said After, remembers how to kill it.
So, you go. Because it's the right thing to do. Because you can help. Because everyone needs a knight, even one in tattered clothing. Because there is no one else.
The first time you save someone, first cheat death, you reclaim that part of you that never stopped screaming.
The next time you see the news bulletin, there is no hesitation. You go out and stop it. And it isn't till a year later at your cousin's wedding when someone asks what you do that you realized you've changed. The word Accountant no longer fits you, it's too small. There is a darkness in you now. A new word bubbles up to cover the places Accountant doesn't reach, wrapping around this new thing that you have become.
Hunter.