//------------------------------// // Making friends or enemy's. // Story: The Daemon Hunter. // by Oneyearwarpilot //------------------------------// ATTN My writing program doesn't support the serif format so please read this in Sans-serif __________________________________________________________________________________________ I am the sword, the shield, the blessed, and the cursed; a murderer posed as a crusader, hell bent on causing suffering to the innocent, and the damned, believe in me, and I will be your undoing. Oppose me and I will be your death. It had been 2 hours later and Spike found himself waiting in the Ponyville hospital halls. Applebloom and Rainbow Dash had collapsed and were rushed to the emergency room after that strange creature drained them. Spike was an emotional train wreck for his other friends, he was calm on the surface, but inside worry was eating him away. He looked around and observed the hospital, trying to keep his mind occupied. The walls were milky white and had a calming effect, the floor covered in velvet carpet and there were five doors, each one had a number signifying it was the first floor. In the farthest room to the left, room 101, laid his friend, and lover, Applebloom and his friend Rainbow Dash; just thinking about them made his emotions swell up. The doctor said they would be fine with a little rest, but Spike couldn't help but wonder what that monster did to them. He was angry and regretful; he wished he had woken before that thing had gotten grubby hands on Applebloom. He felt he needed air, so he went to the room and checked on Applebloom, she was resting peacefully in bed; her red hair was messy and her skin pale, but her breathing seemed normal. He couldn't help shutter at the thought of losing her; it would have been like losing a piece of himself. Spike silently left and made his way outside, it was still dark and bit cold the front of the hospital, but seemed darker than usual. Lost in his thoughts Spike didn't notice a shadow approaching him. "You're quite a fierce little drake blood aren't you?" a Trottingham accent, whoever had spoken was behind Spike. Spike quickly turned about to see a figure standing on top of the stone veranda. He was wearing what looked to be a wooden mask it was blank and bleached white with no eye holes, a red trench coat that was closed, and black jeans with combat boots, which were also black. Spike threateningly flashed his fangs and prepared for a fight. He had been surprised once this time would be different. "Hmm eager are we? Well so am I!" the stranger lunged at Spike preparing his fist; Spike jumped back quickly, dodging and countering with a fist to the strangers mask. His counter was dead on as the strange man flew back his mask cracked but he recovered midair and landed on his feet after pulling off a spectacular back flip. Spike didn't hesitate; he charged forward with a flurry of fists; the stranger dodged every one, and with a quick jab got Spike in the gut with his fist Spike stumbled but quickly recovered his footing. He readied, and threw a faux punch at his opponent; the stranger instinctively dodged, leaving himself open. Spike quickly kicked, and getting the stranger in the gut, knocking him to the ground. Spike prepared a flame burst to finish the stranger off when the sight of a white flag in the stranger’s hands stopped him. "I surrender" the stranger stated calmly almost as if this was just a game to him. "You’re perfect kid; we really could use someone like you. You’re fast, quick to adapt, and ferocious!" "Use me for what?! I don't even know who you are, and why did you attack me?!" Spike was confused and angry he was ready to give this jerk a piece of his mind and another piece of his fist, but he calmed he suspected this guy was playing earlier. "Oh yes I forgot to give introductions. I am Sven. I’m a member of a group of demon hunters called The Pack." The stranger stopped; he seemed to be contemplating something "You are Spike right?" Spike nodded to confirm "Right I'm here to recruit you" Spike was even more confused but his anger and contempt for Sven was replaced with confusion. Sven noticed "Your little incident earlier killing that demon turned some heads back at home. You showed some real promise kid, and with a little training you could become a very dangerous demon hunter." Something clicked in Spikes head "Wait you're a demon hunter, but you just sat there and watched that thing attack us knowing full well we didn't know what we were dealing with?" the image of Apple Bloom being drained entered his mind. Spike just lost it instead of balling up his fist he sliced at Sven with his claw, slicing through his mask revealing his eyes. They were gray. Sven, who was taken by surprise, quickly shook it off, and in undoing the buttons to his trench coat, revealing his black tee, he reached into the front of his coat and retrieved a syringe filled a clear liquid. Spike advanced, puffing his chest to prepare a flame burst. Sven didn't take his chances he quickly stabbed the syringe into Spikes arm. Spike started feeling woozy his flames died down, he calmed and started to feel numb. He fell landing on his stomach paralyzed he fought to keep conscious, but it was a losing battle. "Don't bother trying to fight it kid that was a very powerful sedative; the harder you fight the faster it will knock you out." Spike calmed down; he knew he was fighting an uphill battle, and his anger died. "Why didn't you do anything to help?" Spike couldn't understand. "Well to tell you the truth I showed up to after the creature had attacked your little girlfriend so I only got to see you." Sven stopped to think for a second. "You know that girl you killed that creature for was pretty cute, too bad she with you, I'd definitely be a better match" Sven wanted to see Spikes strength, and oh boy he was about to. Spike, despite being under the sedative, shot up with an inhumane amount of strength, and punched Sven right in the face, breaking the rest of his mask. Sven, once again surprised at Spikes strength, fell onto his ass. Spike, who could not fight it anymore, had fallen unconscious, hitting the ground falling on his front. After recovering Sven couldn't help but smile as he Hoisted Spike up on his shoulder. "Damn kid you got fight! Just wait; you'll be a perfect addition to our team." Sven said to himself just before disappearing into the nearby forest. ____________________________________________________________________________________ Twilight was usually a very rational thinker, and is a bit close minded in some aspects, but very versatile and while she had her moments where she had been a bit out of mind for the most part she was calm. Tonight she was not. Spikes birthday had been crashed, a creature beat her and the other elements, and Applebloom and Rainbow Dash had been admitted to the hospital. To top everything off she just arrived at the hospital to learn that as of an hour ago Spike had disappeared, which made no sense because he would never just leave Applebloom alone like this. Oh she was livid and about to lose it if she didn't get any answers as to what was going on. "Alright so let me get this straight; you have at least twenty security on staff tonight, cameras watching the perimeter, and a nurse staff that constantly makes rounds; and yet you didn't notice Spike leave or walk the halls" Twilight was at the brink of her sanity usually she would chalk this up to Spike taking a walk to clear his mind, but due to the unusual circumstances she severely doubted it. Not to mention she asked Spike to stay near the hospital and watch Applebloom and Dash to ensure nothing happened to them. She and the other elements would have done it but whatever attacked them had taken its toll and they needed rest. The head of security gulped "Tartarus hath no scorn like a females wrath” and right now he would rather been staring down Cerberus; he gulped again and drew upon his resolve. "Sorry Ma’am, he must off slipped past security" he could literary feel the scorn pour out of every pour of her body. He could see the explosions of anger in each of her eyes, oh boy he was going to get it, and if he survived he was going to quit. "They don't pay me enough” he thought to himself. Twilight was ready to lay down the whooping of the century when her conscious finally kicked in. Annoyed she just ignored the terrified guard and walked away from the guard looking for clues as to Spikes whereabouts. After an hour of very anal searching of the inside of the hospital nothing had come up. Twilight decided to search outside for clues as she walked outside she noticed off in the darkness a glimmer of white. She made her way over to the object, and using her magic, she picked it up. "Plastic. Looks to be part of a mask, but where’s the eye holes?" examining it she noticed that was a small bit of ripped skin on the edges. Twilight quickly teleported home to her science equipment. Something was off and she was determined to figure out what. ______________________________________________________________________________________ Spike was livid; not only had he been attacked by Sven, he had also been knocked out, kidnapped and tied up. He couldn't help but think about what he did to deserve this. Sven had left Spike in what looked to be a storage closet there were boxes placed and stacked everywhere. The faint smell of ammonia was in the air and the sound of a clock ticking could be heard in the background. Spike had been left to his own mind; thoughts of his friends, his love and his mother passed through as he tried to struggle free, but nothing. Spike gave up, laid down, and put his ear down; he figured his sensitive hearing would help him figure out where he was. Just as Spike put his ear to the ground the door to the room opened, and in came Sven. "Good you're awake; time to meet the crew" Sven walked over and took out some kind of rag, it looked wet. Spike started to squirm away, but Sven quickly grabbed him and wrapped the cloth around his mouth "Can't have you using your fire now can we?" He picked spike up again and made his way out the room. The cloth must have been enchanted because Spike didn't feel any moisture, but his mouth did feel numb. He decided to look around get a good idea of where he was, just in case he managed to escape. Spike was being carried through a hallway; the wall and ceiling were made of brick and the floor was covered in a crimson colored carpet, and there were no windows; which spike thought was odd at first, but then figured they were underground. Spike heard what sounded like steel shifting "a door?" the area around him changed as he was carried through the entrance into a big room. The walls and ceiling were still made of stone but there were windows this time, and it was still night out; the floor had no rug now, and as they got farther Spike could see wooden bleachers. Sven set Spike down on the bleacher closest to the front; Spike noticed a podium with what looked to be three figures standing in front of him. He would have passed them off as wax figures for their stillness till the one in the middle looked up at Spike. "Hello Spike welcome to your initiation” The middle figure a male took a step off the podium towards a now worried Spike. Slowly pulling a blade out of his pocket with a demented smile on his face. "Just a little slice and you'll be ready." His smile grew to almost Pinkie status. Spike could only gulp. ______________________________________________________________________________________________ Sorry it took so long my friend disappeared again so I have been using a series of automatic grammar checkers yes multiple to see if I could get a semi decent correction system going if you thinks its fine tell if the corrections need work tell me. Just please comment anyway hope you enjoy sorry for the wait.