Hellfire Part 1

It's one of those Transcripts.

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Three Hours after the discovery that the spear had been taken.

Me: Well that's it. You know, the thief if probably left Seattle, I'm willing to bet they're on Blogger.

S: It's just like the Black Times.

Me: You'll have to set aside a few hours for Story Time.

S: Impossible. You. Interested in the history of our kin?

Me: I'm mixing it up today. I feel different. Hey, out of curiosity how many are there. . .y'know like us.

S: You. Myself. Your father. And three others.

Me: Three?

S: Just three more you haven't met. In fact. . .I believe we should seek out our kin.

Me: Why? We need to look for that spear thing so we don't fucking die.

S: We most certainly will. The Hunt has already been interrupted far too many times, the Feast has been postponed, and this will not stand.

Me: Right. . .

S: I'm leaving this place. Come along if you'd like.

We then entered the Other Side and began heading. . .eastward I think.

Me: Where are we going?

S tilts his head to the side, and I can feel him digging around in my mind to find a certain word or concept.

S: We have. . .errands to run?

Me: Oh...that's going to suck isn't it.

S: I'm simply finishing up one of the prey.

Me: Oh I get it. Alright well. I'm going to have some fun.

S: Try not to go to the extreme when hunting.

Me: You have your concepts and I have mine. You go scare someone to death, I'll go rip some arms off, and we'll meet back in the woods.

He left and I exited the Other Side as well, growing in stature and watching my clothes melt into my skin and shift around until I was clad in a grey suit with a black tie. I made my facial features sink inside of my head along with my ears and closed my mouth.

I then proceeded to go on the wonderful killing spree I informed Morningstar of before his request.

I like killing. A lot. It's . . .an extraordinary feeling. To have someone's life hanging by a thread and then snipping said thread.