by Tom Harem
Beast Hunters
Part Seven
By
Tom Harem
Beast Hunters Book 7 © 2019 by Tom Harem. All Rights Reserved.
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Table Of Contents
Other Parts
Preview (part one)
Chapter I
Chapter II
Chapter III
Chapter IV
Chapter V
Other Parts
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Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five
Part Six
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Novel
Blurb (Part One);
James' day has finally come: to slay the Reapers' beasts, climb up the ranks and conquer women and glory.
After three years in the Hunters' Academy, he's finally ready to join his brothers in arms and prove that his father's suspicions about corruption within the organization were wrong, once and for all.
On his very first day, he ends up being tasked to kill a beast alongside two stunning women. The beautiful, yellow-clad Fire-Controller, Maggie, and the dark, metal-whip-cracking Goth, Kendra.
But when they confront the Reapers' creature, they make a shocking discovery; one that can jeopardize the whole world and undermine their loyalty to the Hunters. There are beasts out of the ordinary and their organization - The Hunters - might be involved.
It's a race against the clock to beat the bloodthirsty beasts, and all the while the relationship between the three of them is getting more and more complicated. A clash of personalities is imminent as new members join the group and colleagues become lovers, but James can't lose focus on the fate of the world. With everything hanging in the balance, can James and his companions slay the beasts and stay one step ahead of both the Reapers and the Hunters?
Preview (part one)
He closed his teeth, gnashing, and turned his face, grabbing Kendra's whip and using it to pull us toward him and to throw us across the air. Our bodies rolled down the road, our knees peeling and our hands scraping on the asphalt. Kendra's body fell on mine, my hands on her hips and her hair in my face. The sun overshadowed her face and her green eyes took on amber contours, her warm breath brushing against my neck and one of her knees between my legs.
"I... Ah... Get off me!" Kendra said, tripping over her own words.
"You have to get up first!" I answered, looking to the side, seeing Maggie's fireballs losing color and shrinking in size, almost like mere clicks bursting in her hands.
Kendra got up, straightened her clothes and grabbed her whip which was on the floor, the end covered in a brownish liquid with a smell that almost made her vomit. The policemen murmured among themselves, with their hands in the holsters, already doubting that we would be able to achieve victory. A mere level 2 monster, and we couldn't even defeat that.
Chapter I
We got in the jeep. This time Elisa sat next to Maggie and Vic by my side. We were forced to use the white napkins, where the men of the former city had wrapped the fruit, to clean what we could from the blood that had seeped through the seats to the ground and to the back of the jeep.
"Your brother is just like you were when you were his age," Vic said it and laughed.
"But I grew up and I don't think he's going to do it," I told her as I started the engine.
Elisa helped Maggie take off her glove. There were no blisters even though the bruises she had from the last time were in living flesh. Elisa breathed on them. I had never seen her have such a tender attitude. It was like I was watching a legacy passing or even as if Elisa was accepting Maggie as her protégé.
"Thank you! You may have a hard temper, but, without you, I wouldn't have gotten this far." Maggie said to her.
Elisa laughed.
I drove until we got to the house where I grew up. Along the way, we crossed by a few people who had hidden behind the sidewalls around the corner, peeping and watching the battle. Most of them were young people who cheered us as soon as we drove past them. It always felt good to be so well received and have our efforts appreciated. It filled my heart with a warm embrace when I felt that what I did had an impact on other people's lives. That I was not only saving them but perhaps giving them the idea of wanting to follow my footsteps in the future. The boy I met in my second beast, these boys now, and even the girls next to them, could one day save me, when I can no longer walk without a walker, and have white sideburns up to my cheeks and wrinkles. Actually, I had never thought about my future. Even the ideas I once had seemed to have vanished now. For the first time, I was putting into play the idea that one day it would be necessary to sacrifice myself for the girls or for the hopeful idea of a better world. Even the idea of being arrested crossed my mind. A stream of multiple ideas that sailed through my mind and dispersed as fast as a puff on a summer's day.
"Are you coming?" Vic asked me outside the window, seeing me still seated even though I had parked the jeep in front of the house, and they were already out.
"Yeah, yeah, I got distracted for a few seconds." I said, "Let's go."
As soon as we left, I took a deep breath and looked at the two floors of the villa. All the streets in that area, from the parallel ones to the perpendicular ones, were occupied by single-floor and two-floor villas, some with swimming pools and gardens and others with only one of the two. I had spent my entire childhood there. Between colleagues' houses and mine, between attempts at somersaults and weekend barbecues, that lasted all afternoon and, if necessary, dragged on until dawn. It was a peaceful area, where, from time to time, on clear nights, it was possible to see the semi-starry sky and where, at night, one could not hear much more than the meowing of the wild cats that escaped from the nearby kennel. My mother had repainted the walls of the same old white as before. Knowing her as I did, she hadn't asked for anyone else's help. The roof had also taken some extra brown brushstrokes to hide the areas where the color had faded.
"James, James, is that you, my boy?" Someone around the corner asked.
I looked away and saw old Nick from the little grocery store where I used to buy candy after school. It was there where I bought my first single cigarettes too, I was still 16. I only smoked for two years. As soon as I got the news that I had been accepted into the academy, I smoked my last cigarette. I remember smoking it at my bedroom window on the second floor and prolonging it for half the afternoon. After that, I never had the slightest desire to smoke again. I didn't even like the taste or the irritation it left on my throat. I only smoked for the peace I felt after inhaling and after expelling the smoke out, the chest resting.
"It's me, yeah. What are you doing here? I thought you'd left town." I told him, and I signaled the girls to wait outside the house.
"For a while, boy. But, you know, there's no place like home. I missed the walks in the park, the sun bursting brightly on the green leaves and the light brown trunks. Even the barking dogs that used to piss me off. One of those things where you don't appreciate something until you lose it, you know?" He told
me and fixed the bottle bottom glasses before licking his thin lips and continuing, "You're a Hunter now, aren't you? Like your father? I always knew you'd make it."
"Thank you! Luckily, I did." I answered him and smiled.
"It wasn't luck, boy. You don't think I'd see you running in the park every night before you went to class? Or at night, even when it was raining torrentially? If you got where you are, it's because you worked so hard. I hope you know we're all proud of you. Apart from you and your father, may he rest in peace, we only have 4 or 5 more people who have turned out to be Hunters. Not counting your brother, of course. But he's always been a little less hard-working than you." Nick said, leaning against an electricity pole, already panting, holding his cane with his trembling hand, "I'm beginning to feel the burden of aging on my body," he said and laughed with the few teeth he still had.
I had no idea he had seen me. I had never even noticed or thought about it. I would run twice a day, three times if I didn't have afternoon classes, focusing only on the goal of becoming a Hunter. Friends of mine used to say that I was crazy, that only 30 to 50 people were accepted every year, from all over the continent, that many spots were automatically occupied by legacies or through connections, but I never gave up. I didn't want to be accepted or rejected by my name, but by what I had done to get there. I thanked him and agreed with his last sentence. He said he had to go home and said goodbye. He continued straight ahead, in what for me was a left turn, and vanished. I still heard his cane trampling on the floor for a few minutes until the sound also dissipated.
"Can we go in now?" Elisa asked, leaning against a wall, with one of her boots on the floor and the other raised against the wall.
"Let's go," I answered her.
The once-black door had been replaced by a stripe-type door in different shades of brown. I knocked three times and waited until I heard my mother's voice say she was going. She opened the door and gave me one of those hugs that nearly shatters our bones. Her eyes were still damp and swollen and she had a pit underneath them. She looked like she hadn’t slept for days.
"Your brother?" She asked me after peeking up behind me.
"He said he had to go somewhere first."
"Oh, he must have gone to see his girlfriend. Don't tell him I know. The boy really thinks he's good at hiding her love letters or that I wouldn't be surprised when he started listening to love songs other than the screaming ones he always hears. Every weekend he visits me he has a new collection of songs to listen to." She told me while her eyes were leaping from girl to girl.
"Does Keno have a girlfriend? He listens to love songs? I've lost a whole lot then."
"Yes, I miss you, son. I know you're a Hunter now and you're busy. Maybe you already have your own house, but you could have at least said something or invited me there." She said, "Will you introduce me to your... friends?"
"Oh, yes, Mother. I'm sorry. They're my partners. As you could see, we're great at working together." I said, trying to avoid telling her that we were more than just co-workers, "it's Elisa, Maggie and you already know Victoria."
"Hey, Vic, I haven't seen you in a while either. You can come in, of course, but leave the guns on the couch in the living room, please. There's no need to drag them around. Everybody likes vanilla cookies and chocolate pancakes, right?" My mother asked, often smiling at us despite the fact that I knew that inside her heart was chained by the sight of so many guns and blood that she could do nothing about it, "Do you need bandages or alcohol to disinfect the wounds?
The girls nodded. Then they thanked her but refused. Elisa, speaking for all of them, said that they were fine and that as soon as they left, they would take care of it. My mother disappeared down the long corridor leading to the kitchen, leaving the door open for us to get in.
"Do as she say. Leave your weapons in the room." I ordered it, "Elisa, don't mess up."
"Don't worry. I know how to behave, okay?" She told me, puffing and stepping into my house. She removed her glove and as soon as she reached mid-way down the hall, she looked at me again, "where is the room anyway?"
"That door right next to you. The one with the glass square door." I told her, "Go ahead. I need a few minutes alone."
Maggie and Vic looked at each other before following the same path as Elisa. I stayed behind, looking at the photographs my mother had nailed to the wall about a dozen years ago. Most of them were from me or Keno, but among them were some of my father's. One when he started out as Hunter, with the black gun next to his brown pants, and the other when he won a prize for saving an entire city by himself. He wore a red cape over his slender shoulders, had a goatee on his chin with a few white hairs sticking out and a few bald spots amidst frown spots of black hair. My mom used to tell me that he was only 38 years old in that picture even if he looked like he was 50. She used to tell him that he had taken after his father and, like all the men in the family, they began to grow white hair as soon as they reached 30. I was not particularly happy to hear that, but we all have a fate to deal with. I haven't seen his face in too long. There were features that I no longer remembered and that I wanted engraved in my head. I sighed a deep breath before I walked into the room and left the gun on the couch beside Victoria's bow. My mom was in the kitchen talking to the girls. They were giggling frantically, each time louder, as I walked down the pale green walled corridor.
"What's she telling you?" I asked when I got to the kitchen.
"No big deal. Only the time you had to come home with only a towel wrapped around your hip after your friends ran off with your clothes after a physical education class."
"Mom, you haven't had enough of that story yet, have you? Don't I have better ones?"
"You do, but this one reminds me of a time when you were unaware of your actions. You know I had to explain to dozens of neighbors why you were half-naked on the street?" My mother asked as she flipped the pancake to the other side before it burnt.
"Yeah, you've told me that dozens of times." I said, "They probably don't even care about that."
"Actually, we like to know. After all, there's a lot of you we don't know about. You're not one to talk about yourself much." Maggie said.
"She's right. There's a lot about your past that you seem to avoid telling. Great listener, bad storyteller." Elisa said.
Come to think of it, she wasn't far from the truth. They had told stories of when they were younger and I, apart from what I had said about my father, had not shared anything with them. Before I could reply, the toaster alarm replayed. My mother picked the two toasts out of there, melted butter on top, and laid them on top of a plate. The conversation died there. In a few minutes, we had several toasts, vanilla and chocolate biscuits in a bowl and even hot pancakes, steaming, with melted chocolate inside and strawberries around. It was anyone's perdition after a long battle. We were in the middle of our meal; my mother was sharing more stories of my naive childhood, and, amidst stories of beatings among friends and dates with girls when I couldn't talk to them yet, Keno came in.
"Sorry it took so long, Mom." He said, sat down at the table and grabbed a toast for him. He chose the one with less butter and asked our mother to provide him with one of the chocolate milk that was in the fridge.
The hours went by, some of which were slower than others, until I got a message from Tom.
"Get back here as soon as you can. There's news."
I warned the girls and told them to get ready and go walking while I exchanged a few last words with my mother and brother.
"Are you guys going to be okay?" I asked them, and I waited for the answer while I was chewing one of the toasts.
"Don't worry, son. Get on with it. And you too, Keno. You shouldn't be here."
"A few more minutes won't hurt anyone," he replied, "since when do Hunters get messages being summoned?"
"It doesn't matter. Focus on this year and a half that you have left and maybe you'll find out." I answered him and stood up, "Mom, I missed coming here already. I'll
try to stop by more often. I promise."
I kissed her on the cheek, hugged her, and just before I turned my back, stretched out my hand to Keno. It took a few seconds, but he squeezed it. There was a long exchange of glances and, like everything else between us, we competed to see who was the first to look away. Elisa was calling me, but I pretended I didn't hear her. We stood still for minutes until my mother slapped us in the back of the head and told us to stop being idiots.
I waved at them, and once again I walked down the long corridor to the living room and then to the entrance.
"What's going on?" Maggie asked, "As soon as you read the message, your expression changed."
"Message from Tom. Something's happened. We have to go fast."
"Did he say what it was?" Vic asked me as she climbed into the front seat.
"No, I told him we're on our way. We can't really take a day off." I said, sighing, sitting down and cranking the engine.
Chapter II
The black motorcycle with the academy symbol was up against the wall. Our seats were still damp, the blood had already clung to the ground and the smell had spread through the car despite the open windows. The sun hit the hood and intensified the horrible odor. I turned on the radio and the air conditioning in the hopes that the trip would become friendlier, but nothing changed. The girls complained about the smell and used the torn sleeves of their T-shirts and sweaters to cover their noses. The clock on the radio read 4:22 pm. This time a thin voice sang over a saxophone and the sound stretched along the quasi-empty highway. Through the rear-view mirror, I could see the buildings fading away, totally overshadowed by the glistening rays of the sun. The white clouds covered the sky, which had opened and made room for a yellow sphere that irradiated an overwhelming light. Driving became a difficult task with the light flashing straight ahead and the wind breeze seeping through what was once the front glass. Now it was just an empty space with the sharp glass that had survived my brother's fall.
