The Witch Hunter

Specimen 462

"Please... don't do it." It cries out to me.

It's a warm summer night, a little too warm if you ask me. Probably in the mid seventies. It's almost pitch black outside but in the mist there would be a few cars that would pass by with their high beams on causing a ray of light to shine through the forest. Thankfully it wasn't enough to actually see me hovering over Specimen 462 with my hunting gear.

This Specimen seemed about ten, maybe eleven years old. From anyone outside of the hunting business it would look like I'm about to kill a poor innocent child but that's not what it is.

Specimen 462 is the twentieth most dangerous Specimen there is. Their powers consist of telekinesis. In total there are about 50 different types of Specimen. All with different kinds of powers. Some of them even have multiple powers. But overall they're dangerous period.

Although this Specimen hasn't matured yet it has very minimum access to its power. A fully matured 462 can put up a tremendous fight, and it wouldn't be easy to kill one. But this one is still a child and very easy to kill.

Non hunters would call these Specimen witches. In folklore humans would get their powers from the devil by giving up their souls. But that's not actually the case. These Specimens are not from earth. We haven't exactly pin pointed where they come from but we know that they are not from earth.

I would say that the amazing thing about them is that they actually look, talk, and walk like normal human beings. And it's hard to actually tell if you're killing a human or a Specimen. That's why my father had made an invention called the Magick Seeker.

The Magick Seeker is a device that we use to locate Specimen around the world. It's a big mechanical map that picks up of the wavelength of magick the Specimen use. With the Magick Seeker it can locate and pin point exactly the Specimen is.It's wasn't easy to make this device, he had to took blood from the most dangerous Specimen there is in order to complete it. That Specimen is Specimen Zero.

I have never came in contact with one, and thankfully I haven't. Research says that Specimen Zero has the power of all Specimens combined. Research also says that no hunter has ever been able to kill one. A few has harmed them, my father being one of them.

Sighing, I take out my pocket knife and quickly slash it's throat. Its black blood spews from its wound causing a quick but painful death. I could see the exact moment when the life drains from it's eyes. Killing them has never been easy, especially the young ones. But hey, who cares? I'm getting rid of monsters who don't belong on our planet.

Now I have to get rid of the body. Usually, I would just dump the body in a lake or ocean somewhere but I didn't have the time to do all of that. I take the bucket of gasoline I've packet and poor it on the dead 462. I fetch the matches I have in my pocket and quickly strike it, tossing the lit match on it.

There was no point in sticking around to watch the body turn to ashes. I have to get back to headquarters and report the hunt. Leslie McMahan will be wanting to hear about my first 462 kill.

Leslie McMahan is top dog, alongside my father. He was the one who suggested that I kill Specimen 462. My father on the other hand didn't think I was ready. I can't wait to prove him wrong.

Since I got out of training I've been stuck with the weaker Specimen. Like Specimen 567, one who can walk through walls, or Specimen 289, one who can float. And let's not forget about the one I hate the most, Specimen 320, one who can change its appearance to a clown. A clown. I mean Specimen 872 can transform into anything that it wants, but not 320. 320 can only change into a clown. How lame is that? I killed at least eight 320's and I will always hate them.