BanishThem
Flashes erupted from out of the small wooden cabin at the edge of the forest. Bullets impacted around them as they sprinted along the railroad track.
“You okay Mary?” a man ducked behind a mining cart and started to reload his own revolver. His skin was a dark brown, scars over his forearms that were exposed from his rolled up white shirt. His eyes glimmered, peered over at her, they shined purple sapphire. Mary checked her own rifle, making sure it was topped up and ready. She tipped her wide brim hat at him from the mining cart next to his.
“Okay and ready. Remember what you promised me Victor” She said. Victor smiled and tipped his cowboy hat at her in return. He moved to the edge of the cart and peaked around to see the small cabin. A shot rang out at him hitting the rail track igniting the air with sparks. He edged again and looked towards the forest. One gun doesn’t mean a lone gun. Victor motioned for them to move deeper into the mining complex. He pulled something from his belt, turned a dial and threw it towards the cabin.
They both waited a moment then a explosion of light shielded them from the sight of the cabin and they both bolted for the large open door.
“Clear it” Victor shouted as he saw Mary enter before him. She moved fast, gliding into the building, knees slightly bent with the rifle ready. Her eyes scanned the interior. Coal frozen in a water fall down a large metal chute cut the room in half, to the right side of the room was a metal stair way up to an office that looked like it over looked where the cabin was, and to the left was a train track that snaked deeper into the building. Victor swept himself inside and immediately moved towards the steps and office. Even in his heavy cowboy boots he moved silently up the stairs and slithered through in. Mary followed up behind him watching the entrance they had came in from.
The office was lit by an array of large square windows. Half were broken or missing, most in the center remained. As Mary entered the office she stopped as Victor crouched near an over turned desk.
They listened. Wind brushed the trees outside and the autumn leaves shook, the rustling and the shining sun would be a perfect day in normal circumstances. Birds could be heard through out the forest and animals which had become accustom to violence of man and monster moved about their day. Besides that, all was quiet. Victor moved just in front of the window to the right, while Mary moved to the left.
They sat motionless ears sharpened to to the air. The cabin sat to the right of the windows across a set of train tracks that rode along the side of the building. All around it a forest stretched to the mountains behind. In the woods left of them a crack of a branch came. Victor stood immediately and his pistol rang out three shots. A howl from man came from the woods.
The stillness returned, but now the moaning of a dying man joined the sounds of nature. Mary peaked over the windows to the cabin. She couldn’t be sure that who ever was in there had moved or that they remained,waiting. Their position was now known. She heard something rustling in the trees behind the cabin. The trees behind shook and broke as something monstrous approached the back of the cabin. A man shouted and shots started haphazardly in panic. Victor scanned the tree line and then moved to get the cabin in his sights with Mary. More shots illuminated the cabin and then the front door burst open.
A man bloodied, stumbled out onto the train tracks. Victor raised his hand to steady Mary. Following him like a amalgamation of flesh and blood a monster slipped through the door. It’s large figure pushing itself through cracking the frame and moving out into the open. It stood tall in the sun light. Multiple of wild arms protruding from it’s cyst like body. A head bulging from a mass of muscle and tissue roared out at the man, with teeth that seemed to be jagged and thick. It had two legs, but one was expanded and flat like an elephants foot, when it moved towards the man it stumbled forward unhindered by its awkward stance. One of the multitude of arms reached out and slashed at the man as he tried his best to reload with missing fingers. Another scream as the razor nails dug into his right shoulder and the mass was upon him. Victor put down his hand and Mary took aim.
Her shot hit him right between the eyes. His suffering for now had ended.
The monster pulled the body apart in a rage and turned to them. Then it ran to the left.
“Oh shit” Victor moved towards the entrance of the office to the metal stairs. He had miscalculated the speed. The monster gripped the sides of the large opening where they had come in and stomped into the coal. It let out a roar that shook the metal of the building and the glass panes in the office. Mary broke one of the inside facing windows and started levering her rifle putting as many bullets as possible into the monster. It took each one with a flinch, but seemed un-bothered.
“Time to run, to the door on the other side of the office” Victor said as he pulled a stick that had a cylinder at the end of it. He gave it a quick jerk motion and spikes deployed all around the metal cylinder. He pulled a pin, stepped forward and let the device fly towards the mass. The spikes dug themselves into its shoulder. The monster tried to shake it off, but as it proved not possible it screamed and launched itself at them.
Victor stepped back and they both moved towards the door. He put his weight into it and turned the handle.
It was locked.
Mary was reloading her rifle and he started to slam himself against the door. The monsters arms sprawled out inside the office door where they had entered. He could hear the hiss of the device.
“Move” Mary took aim at the door handle and poured her shots into it. Victor slammed into it once more and the door swung heavily open. Mary followed behind and they ran as quickly as they could down the hallway. The explosion dropped them down to the floor. The whole building erupted in vibration and shook the dust and coal into a whirlwind. The office which they had taken refuge lay in ruin. Flesh, bone and blood plastered the walls and ceilings and sprayed out across the tracks outside.
They both sat up and propped against the wall inside the hall.
“You all right?” Victor breathed heavily checking himself for any damage.
“Yeah, I think so” Mary checked herself over as well “That was close Victor, way to close”
Victor checked his revolver and reloaded to full “Just the way we like it” He smiled, pushing the chamber back into place and giving it a spin.
The cabins door had been broken off and the frame cracked in a large circle. In the middle of the floor it sat. A puddle of black blood and white ash pulsed from the floor boards. It smelled of burnt flesh and smokey ash mixed with acrid candles. Victor knelt down and pushed his arm into the pulsating pool until it came to his elbow. His body jerked and tensed and he strained against some invisible force that was reeling him in. He pulled against it, eyes closed, veins bulging on his neck and through his arm. He shook his head, waving away something that was calling him, then taunting him. He let out a small growl and clenched his teeth and extracted his arm from the pool. It pulsed, glowed brighter then dissipated into the air, leaving only a hole where it used to be.
He stepped back trying to catch his breathe in a a full sweat. “Okay, okay“ he steadied himself and Mary took his arm to support. “We go East. The mines are a dead end and so is the Bishop farm. The entity has to be past those, maybe Harmons Cornfield. We can chance it or find another rift get us closer.”
“Do you know what it is?”
“It’s the opposite of what we just killed, lots of legs. Crawls on the ceiling. I only got a glimpse.” He wiped his forehead with a cloth and pulled out a map. He crossed off the two locations and drew an arrow past them. They had lived through another encounter. How many more? He looked at Mary, her eyes in full determination. He steeled his thoughts and returned the eyes back to her. A monster needed to be banished.
Hunt Showdown is a favorite game of mine. The world, the game play and the whole experience is different than anything else out there at the moment. It recently just got an update and I have been playing a lot of it. I envisioned these two characters. Mary is like a typical western female archetype. Strong willed, full of surprises, resourceful and willing to get in there and fight. Victor, is modeled after Boyd Stevens from the show From. A man with a sense of justice, resourcefulness, an iron will for survival and able to get through basically anything thrown at him. While I take a look at them now and gather where they came from, in reality I was daydreaming one day and they both were just paling around with each other in this world. This story would take part earlier in their journey together. There is a deal struck between them, that not only will push them deeper into a terrifying world, but bring together an incredible duo.
Go check out Hunt Showdown 1896, play it for sure, but even reading the plethora of lore or stories from the game is incredible.
Happy Hunting!
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