Learning

  It was while talking to these people that I learned that my monsters aren’t the only ones. There is seemingly a whole pantheon of these bastards playing their games with humanity. Each person in the group had a different story to tell, but there was enough overlap between them all for them to realize that they were hunting the same things.

  They said that they hadn’t started out hunting them. Most of them got started just trying to hide from them, stay out of their way and off of the radar, but each of them had a reason why they decided to fight back. They said they needed my help, because I was special, because I was different from them.

  See, these self-styled monster hunters could see their “prey” just fine, but I was the only one who could -feel- them. Who could sense them coming before they arrived, before they could strike. They also thought I was the only one who could see them that hadn’t attracted their attention in the past. Pete and his group of death-seeking retards wanted me to act as a sort of radar or early warning system.

  And like an idiot, I agreed.