Teen Ink

Hunter Cold enters the world of the living

There was only darkness. That’s how he liked it. It was very cold. The heat bothered him. Sometimes it rained. He hated the sunshine. He sat on his throne waiting for his subjects to return with the girl. It had been weeks since he sent them out, and they still had not returned. He was starting to get anxious. What if they failed? Of course his worry was only to a point. He had already set in motion a chain of events as his backup plan.

“But of course they couldn’t fail.” He reassured himself as they paced. “They’re my upper class demons. Unless there was an intervention by a Bridge, nothing could go wrong.”

He sat down on his throne made by the darkness itself. It made him invisible, and invincible, in his kingdom. However the only way to conquer the upper world, the world of the living and of good was to fill it with the seven deadly sins. They were only way to sever their relationships with the one.

The girl though, he need the girl! The girl was the key to his whole plot. She held the power he needed to conquer the upper world. If only his idiot slaves would return with her. If only. All of a sudden four silhouettes formed in front of him. They were darker then the darkness around them all and stood out against it. They were liked coolers, radiating coldness into the realm. He glared at them.

“Well?!” he hissed angrily. “Where is she?!” None of them spoke, as he glared at them in anger. Finally one of them pushed the other forward. He bent feeble before his master, shaking in fear.

“Master, Cold Blooded Hunter, we have failed. The girl still lives. She knows not of her power but has the met the bridges capable of giving her the knowledge to use it. We apologize greatly master. . .” cried out feeble.

“YOU APOLOGIZE!!!” he shouted, letting his icy words sting them to their souls. “An apology now is the least of your crimes!!!!”

“But the sound, master the sound. It is one of our weaknesses. The boy had a device to emit it, making us helpless, disoriented, and slow!” the silhouette cried out again.

“You’re already helpless, disoriented and slow without the help of some stupid over world sound!” he shouted back. He stopped, giving himself a minute to gain his composure and think. This task was too challenging for them. He had to step in and conquer where they have failed.

“You have failed for the last time vampires, I shall now enter the world of the living myself and find the girl!” he declared. They all began to cry in delight and failure. Delight because the impossible task they had been assigned was now lifted off their shoulders and in failure because the master that they know and loved could be destroyed in the world of the living.

“But Master!” one of them called as their master stood. “What if you come on contact with a bridge, go near a holy, or even touch a holy? Who will take your place?”

“If I am sent into the abyss then death is in charge until I am able to return to power, but watch him my subjects for sometimes he abuses his power over us.” He replied. They nodded vigorously. He looked at them then walked through them, making them all cower in fear. Then he continued on into the darkness, leaving his subjects alone and afraid.