Well.... Got a Backstory for my Hunter. (Part 1) – Gunslinger Hunter - (read in a Southern Accent - Old Wild West Style) Well, there I was. Giving lil Jimmy the Toy gun I carved him that morning, when his old papa died the night before... Filthy Snatchers got em, God only knows what lies West of this town. I told him it will keep him safe, and no man should be without a gun. I remember that night, they came back for him and his mama, I stayed as I knew they'd be back, I knew they aint got everything they came for. so they had to come back, if jimmy and his mama didn't hide the way I told em too, then this story would be a lot shorter now wouldn't it? We called em Snatchers, bad folk, from bad ol times, infected by the salt mines, some spores growing out of the ground there tha made em all go crazy. they came at night, in the Dark,, grabbin lil ol kids, and killin the parents. that's when Bob was torn to shreds in front of his son, the stains of horror still fresh on them walls. no one really knows what they do with the kids, but I found some tiny bones out by the old Mine, one can only use a bit of imagination to figure out the rest. I remember I once found a little doll, still clutched by a tiny hand, saddens the heart it does. that night when em Snatchers returned, I was ready, I had Twelve reason's for them not to harm Jimmy and his mamma. I could hear em, smell em, them whispers are awfully unique, loud enough to be heard, but soft enough to not hear a thing they god damn say. By the count of the footsteps on the porch, I counted three of them Sons of 'B*tches, one of em is a heavy, I can tell by his breathin... I lean against the wall, waitin, they always come through the door, easier to snatch kids that way I suppose, get in, kill everytin, get out, make haste. they aint too fond of the light you see. As I am counting down slowly, zoning in, one of em Skinny ones burst through the window on the opposite side of the house, dashin towards me, I nod, and grin, as I take aim, I unload six rounds into that skinny demons gut, sawing him nearly in half...dead sum 'b*tch falls to the ground, blood rollin towards my boot... I kept thinkin to myself, "that was a bit too much", waste of ammo. As I was about to reload the door bursts open, hitting the wall next to the broken window. I remember the God Awful smell, that familiar decaying odor, same smell that came from the grave yard, that one time we had a flood, Like tears for all em dead parents, least we know, they wont be leavin no children behind. no orphans in this town. I hear a nasty growl, and I roll to the left, trying to reload, as I get kicked into the corner, by one of the biggest Snatchers I had gone ever seen. Teeth filed sharp, had some of Them barbed wire sown into his skin, some other peoples skin still freshly scraped onto it, dangling like loose thread, little garments and trinkets of children's toys decorate the wire, and it hits me. These ones are the collectors. Them barded Wires keep the Children from Runnin. the look in his eyes, was full of hate, you can tell this one is special, Fueled not by a single directive, this one is out for blood, different than the others I killed before... picking up both my Pistols, I take aim, thank God I can dodge and reload. I fire straight into his gut, leavin this beast with nothing but an upset stomach, it was uncomfortable not deadly, I knew I was in trouble. Both Chambers empty, I get thrown across the room next to the ol fireplace, I cant keep but thinkin, that this creature has some kind of weakness. I see him reluctantly approach me, as the haste in him, has come to a halt... I knew something caught his eye. As I lay there, ribs broken, out of breath, I feel my pocket burnin... god damn revolver rounds about to pop burnin into my skin. I take a handful of the burning rounds out of my pocket before they explode. Managed to do this just in time a I throw them across the room, shattering the window as they pop off one by one...5 Pops... the bloody beast has a curiosity about him, still not moving a step closer, like a cornered wolf... I have to do something. I have one round left... I can see his eyes following the reflection of the fire casting off the pistol round, as it shines on the wall, the expression on his face is that of childlike wonderment, yet a fear old and powerful. I knew this one was special, that skin, on his face... ain't other skin, its his own, I move my hand slowly to the oil lamp, shining it in his eyes, I can see it now. He is scared of the light, he is scared of the fire, and with right ol reason to be... His face, burned, scared with whatever horrendous deed was done to this man. He will forever remember that. in that moment, I felt sorry for him, kinda wish I could get along with this fella, reaching out to him, he approached me. As he grabs my hand, I lower the light... his eyes, once gentle, become filled with hatred once again.. its the dark, the dark returned to him. He flings me across the room, through the wall, where I land next to the bed. I can hear a whimper comin from under the bed, its jimmy, I hush the little fella, "wheres your mama" he points to the closet. I can see her eyes, staring at me, noddin her head side to side through the blinders... the ringing in my ears, is quickly overwhelmed by the crackle of fire. the oil lamp broke, my pistol is empty, and the last round I got left, - well... that's lying in the oil. I know if I don't get that bullet, we are done. The thumping of heavy feet approaches, and I see the Big Snatcher coming at me, the Fire keepin him at a distance, I knew if they find jimmy we are done for, my focus on the big guy gets distracted, as I hear a clawing in the walls. God Damnit I member I counted three, I killed one, then there is this big old fella right here, wait... there is one missin... the other skinny son'b*tch. Fear aint even fresh in my head, as the closet bursts open and the other snatcher got Jimmy's mama. walkin towards me like he's trying to tell me something at that time. I looked at jimmy, and I knew. we are done son.... I'm sorry Jimmy, I failed you. Jimmy saw his mama in the clutches of the Snatcher and ran towards her, grabbing onto her legs, the big old snatcher came charger in to finish the job. My senses tell me I got one Shot at this, if they all line up I can finish em, I got a good eye on me, and with this Moonlight, i got the eyes of a Hawk! I look down my bullet is now glowing red, as its close to the fire, i try to lift my right arm, which seems to be broken, and all I'm left with is my ol southpaw. My bad hand, in one move, I manage to slide my gun in my hand, open the chamber, roll last bullet glowing red into my revolver, mustering all the energy I can, and I point and take aim. Arm heavy with this cannon in it, as I line em up, the oil on the gun catches fire, one blazing shot goes off and my head gets knocked back into the wall.... I remember, my head cracked open, my one eye gone where the blazing gun gone hit me in the face. I can see through one eye, what I have done.... I had gone shot off a round straight from hell, through 3 Targets at once... Big ol Snatcher, Small Skinny Snatcher, and Jimmy's mama... Jimmy still holding his mama's legs, looks at me. I cant tell, my the look in his eyes, that he hasn't looked up, the horror hasn't befallen him yet. After a while, what was left just fell to the ground, Crisp Ashes of once living things, now dead like leaves in autumn. I saw the life leave jimmy's eyes. I remember him crying, his crying like a sonnet before I passed out.... I member him sayin’ "mama,.... no mama, please mama please, what have you DONE?", hands full ashes... I member jimmy sittin on my lap, hitting me in the chest, my ribs broken badly, every hit pushed em deeper into my lungs, ever pound of his venting anger, was a tiny fist that brought me closer to my death. "you should have never Stayed! your nothing but a dirty gunslinger!" "I...I... I’m S.. S... sorry Jimmy....." I member, hearin’ my own lungs filling with blood, and the cries got softer, as my lungs filled with blood, Jimmy's lungs filled with smoke, poor kid wouldn't stop, I had no power left in me to push him off, he collapsed on my Chest - the final blow. the pain of the flames burning my skin, aint nothing compared to the pain in my heart. Flames so warm, it aint even giving your tears time to roll down your cheeks. as I looked out the window to the pale moon, I could see, in the lifeless tree outside, the most beautiful owl I’d ever seen, White, Grey and eyes as Golden as the sun itself, staring into my soul, cant help but think that I was being judged, and Jimmy's my executioner. The eerie Hoot as he gives me my final Goodbye the last beautiful thing id ever gonna see. The light fades away. This was a Good day to die in Sunfall

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