The Port – Blood City.

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There are a few jobs at the port, but one might be able to get apprenticeship here. The port is the main form of import and export, especially to other Cities across the world. Also, it is perhaps the easiest way to enter or leave the City.


Levis: A young man with a eyepatch on his right eye sat at the docks. His white jacket over him as he stared into the sea. He let out a sigh and pondered a idea and how would to go about it. How would he get rid of other hunters he was a one man army. He would need the help of someone strong, but how would he go about it.

“Hmmmmmmmmmm, bloody hell fucking hate hunters.”



Razorbackwriter:  The number 29 bus pulled up just shy of one of the fish and chippery shops that was located near the warehouses at the top of the docks. The driver pulled the lever across for the passengers to disembark, but today there was only one. A dark haired girl, wearing a grunge fit. Black shirt with some random band name on it, black jeans and boots. Her hair was tied up haphazardly into a loose ponytail and it bounced behind her as she took off down the two steps and landed on the pavement. She gave the driver a half hearted wave, before taking out her ear phones and inserting them into her ears. A quick tweak on her cell phone and soon music was streaming loudly through her ears, enough to block out the surrounding loud noises of industry and boats horns blaring on the harbor.

The girl had a pronounced swagger as she walked along, her hands stuffed into pockets. She hunched her shoulders over slightly and kept her head down so as not to give rise to anyone thinking she would be looking at them. The smell of the port was distinct. Diesel fumes and dead fish. Odd how she actually enjoyed the scents.

Vyvyan continued her walk up the dock, where many a trawler was tied up and the voices of the crews unloading their catch of the day would be sprinkled with obscenities and good banter. No one seemed to notice Vyv. That was the way she liked it.

Only when she found a couple of disused bait boxes, did she take a seat. Her head rising enough to for her to cast her gaze out to the water. A million thoughts and feelings rippling through her, as she tried to find calm. Her mother’s latest boyfriend had beaten Celia the night before and Vyvyan had just come from the hospital. Her mother was going to be in ICU for about a week. That is if she survives. A swelling of hatred filled the void that was her heart and she grit her teeth angrily, as she let the sounds of Marilyn Manson take her away from it all.


Levis:  Creed sighed and pulled out his phone he had got a job as a sub teacher for a school. He would know which one soon and just yawned. Pulling up his eye patch his gold color eye showed off. As he wondered more and more. Pulling out his caster gun he decided to look through it. It was a work of art, but how it would work is unknown. He couldnt figure how he could cast magic with it. Since well magic wasn’t in his blood and he was only a hunter.


Razorbackwriter:  The light breeze that came in off the water teased Vyvyan’s hair gently and the setting seemed peaceful. But if you could hear the screaming and the lyrics of the song blasting in her ears, looks were truly deceiving. Vyvyan gripped the edge of the bait box on which she sat as she shut her eyes so tight as though to block out the view. In her mind was violence, blood, revenge, hatred and murder. Murdering her mum’s latest boyfriend in a wild frenzy, where she grinned mercilessly, whilst wielding an ice pick into his chest. Blood spurting all over her face, dribbling down her cheeks to fuse with the hot tears that sprang from her eyes.

The song soon came to an end, and it was only then that Vyvyan opened her eyes and saw where she was. She’d done it again. Letting her emotions fuse with her darkest desires. It was always the same. Playing over and over again. But did she have the guts to kill the monster of a man that called Celia his woman? No…not yet. But the time would come….and he would pay.

Another ten minutes passed as Vyvyan surveyed the ships on the water, and then she brought her attention back to the jetty. It was only then she noticed a man with an eye patch, not far from where she was sitting. Vyvyan hadn’t noticed him before, but now that she had seen him, the young witch noticed something that he was waving about. It looked like a type of gun. Was he going to kill seagulls with it? Take pot shots at the fish? Intrigued, she pushed herself off the stack of bait boxes, and strolled on over, a cheeky smirk playing on her lips.

“What’s with the eye patch? Are you a pirate?”

Vyvyan was never one for subtlety. “Where’s your parrot?” She added. Now enjoying this game of questions. Her eyes danced lightly, till settling back on the caster gun in his hands. She wondered what it was. Vyvyan was half tempted to steal it from him.



Levis:  Creed heard what seemed to be a girl who spoke to him. He turned his head his lifted eyepatch showwing off his amazing colored eye. His experssion not cold, but kinda of annoyed at some degree. He study which was the black hair female who he would learn soon whos name. He put his gun up knowing full well what she would do.

“Haha, and what are you miss queen of the dark lands of hell which all flirts go to. also no you are not going to touch this gun I can see it in your eyes.”

Creed was smarter then this girl would give him credit for, he couldnt tell if she was a witch yet, but with enough time he might be able to if she did anything out of the strange. He kept his duel colored eyes on her the gold and brown. With his golden eye with a bright gleam to it.


Razorbackwriter:  Vyvyan’s wit looked to have gotten her in trouble off the bat with this eye patch wearing dude. He didn’t look to happy when she made fun of his eye patch, and lifted it so that she could see the golden eye that sparkled beneath it. Normally when a person wears an eye patch, they do so cause their eye is either injured, or they simply don’t have one. Instead of putting the gun that he was toying with away, he raised it up to her level and called her out. it was what he called her that made her raise a brow, but the fact the gun was pointed at her, she didn’t like. You really shouldn’t point a gun at someone, unless you are prepared to use it. This was not the time for wise cracks, though she could feel the anger from earlier when she was sitting on the bait boxes, come back to the fore. Her breathing became ragged as her lips parted slightly. There was a trigger of fear that caused her to do what came next. She didn’t want the gun, but she also didn’t like it being pointed at her. Her hand raised up from her side, fingers extending as though she was charging up a ball of energy that made her fingers tingle and spark.

With one sweeping move of her hand, she used an untapped power to attempt and knock the gun clear from the man’s hand. A loud grunt accompanied the move while she grit her teeth, her lips parting so he could see the determination to stop him from using it against her.

If this worked, he might think twice about trying to hurt her.



Levis:  Creed watch her and glared at her, this witch didnt know he was a hunter. A person bred for this kind of thing to stop witches and even the smallst hint of power would be a dead give away. Creed’s eyes watch her and without a second more he saw what was a ball of mana. A attack maybe, but it seemed to small for that. Instand it was aim for his gun without a second thought. He quickly put his in his holster making her miss the target. He got up fast and pulled out a real gun and pointed right to her forhead.

“So, your a witch huh, well I am a hunter any sudden move a bullet will go through your head.”

Creed look down at her keeping his gun to her head. He wasnt bluffing his eyes had that killing intent like hers. Something almost the same. Creed moved his gun from her head which was odd. He was a hunter shouldnt he just shoot her and get it over with. He place it back in its holster.

“Next time don’t do something so god damn reckless if it wasn’t me you would of been shot down.”


Razorbackwriter:  The charge of power that Vyvyan tried to use simply bypassed the target, since he was fast to sheath it in it’s holster and then bring out a real gun. Not that Vyvyan knew the difference right away. He moved with a speed that was unnatural, and this made the hair on the back of her neck stand on end. For a moment she held her breath as he pointed the gun at her forehead. The events of earlier paled in significance to what was happening now. Events of her life seemed to go on a high speed flashback as though this….was it. But surprisingly, the girl didn’t flinch. In fact, she almost welcomed it. Having spent hours at her mother’s bedside, and knowing that she would be returning to the squalid and cramped apartment alone, the chance of having her head blown off would end the sad and sorry existence that she had had up until now. This man had no idea why she was even at the port in the first place. Could he read her mind? All he knew was that she was a witch – something no one had ever publicly called her. There was the crease of a smile forming when he said he was a hunter. She’d heard of them in passing, through books, but never come across one before. Vyvyan wasn’t exactly the kind of girl that traveled with a group. She was a loner. A rogue.

Vyvyan closed her eyes and waited for it. The loud bang that would finally end her nightmare, but instead, all she heard was the sound of the gun being put back in it’s holster. It was then he spoke, as Vyvyan slowly opened her eyes, almost incredulous.

“Next time don’t do something so god damn reckless if it wasn’t me you would of been shot down.”

“Why didn’t you kill me?” It was almost said as a demand. Vyvyan had never looked more serious in her life.



Levis:  Creed turned around and when he heard her say the words why didnt he kill her and spun back to her and slap her on the face. Not as a beating, but for saying those kinds of words. Creed’s eyes looking at her that one amazing gold eye cold like ice now. He couldn’t believe that she would just say it in a demanding way.

“Shut up, dont demand your death if you want to die so badly just off yourself and dont get me bloody my hands for a pointless pity death. I might be a hunter, but i am nothing like the others all they are, are foolish packs of trash.”

Creeds words rang true, he sounded quite serious what he thought of others he works with. Placing his hands in his pockets. He stayed standing up and look to the sea. He wondered wondered to himself about how to get to his goal.


Razorbackwriter:  ~WHACK~ The sound was enough to startle Vyvyan, but it was the sting of the open palmed slap that truly woke the young witch up. Did he just slap her? Oh, that wasn’t all, he then went on a rage about how if she wanted to off herself, that he would not waste his time on a pity death. It was enough to make Vyvyan want to laugh out loud at the absurdity of the situation. Here he was….a hunter. One that hated what she was and his mission was supposed to be ending the lives of witches. Yet, he didn’t follow through. He didn’t shoot her or wish her death. This went against everything she knew about hunters – which really wasn’t a hell of a lot. This being the first one that she had come across.

Now left with a red welt on the side of her face, she rubbed it gingerly. The pain was actually exquisite. Hard to believe but true. Maybe she got off on that, or perhaps it was the shock of still being alive.

“I might be a hunter, but i am nothing like the others all they are, are foolish packs of trash.”

“Really?’ Vyvyan lowered her guard slightly as the hunter turned to look out to the sea. Vyvyan thought for a moment about just legging it. Surely staying around this guy would only piss him off even more. He didn’t know her from the next girl, but there was something intriguing about him.

Sidling up to him, she stood there and said simply. “I don’t usually have guys pull a gun at me over a wise crack.” Her explanation for using her powers as she did. She glanced at Creed out of the corner of her eye, wondering what he was thinking.

“So…you have a name, Hunter?”