1 The beggining of a long cursed journey

Night, one of the time in a day for a man to rest and wash away all fatigue and tiredness. Drink some beers, or coffee if you like, any beverages would be fine.Hanging out with your friends, join a party maybe, or you can also just go home and enjoy some quality time with your family and many more ways to enjoy yourself after a long day at work. And the best part of all, a nice and refreshing bath.

Well, that would be the case if the so called overtime did not slap you in the face. Mark Raven, 23 years old, with black hair slicked back, 170 centimeters in height, average build, and well.. average face attached to him.

He never mind that in the slightest though, he got a job as security guard after graduated from high school and today Mr. Overtime smile at him, again. A rather well known insurance company in the city, hiring eight security guard working in shift and one of them is Mark Raven. The reason for his overtime was because his colleague, another security guard called Ryan, got sick and Mark need to cover for his shift.

Mark : "Sigh.. Almost time to go home now. Damn it, I know that prick Ryan wasn't sick at all. The last time he told us he got sick it turned out to be a lie, and I bet all my money in my pocket that right now, as we speak, our dear Ryan is gambling away all his money again somewhere. I hope that gambling addict get sick and die for real tomorrow. "

With his rage full to the brim, Mark slapped the desk in front of him, and Ben, another security guard Mark spoke to could only nod at his co-worker harsh statement.

Ben : " I agree with you, I too hope he get what he deserve one of this day. But, enough about him. How was your mother? I heard she retired from her job due to.. health problem a few months ago."

Mark : " Yeah.. her asthma just got worse starting from last year and finnaly, she had to quit. I keep telling her to go to a hospital but she would not listen. Everytime I brought a matter about hospital she just told me that I should keep my money so I can go to college. What college, could I even study properly and enjoy being a college student while my mother fighting her asthma at home alone?

A long sigh escaped his mouth thinking about his mother.

He never blame his parents for being born in a poor family . In fact, he was grateful because at least he got a loving parent who love him as much as he love them. His father died when he was 12 leaving him and his mother alone with a little saving and a small house as a farewell gift. Since then her mother worked hard at a local bar as a waitress to raise him alone.

Ben : "Well, I think you should try harder to convince your mother. On the other hand, I think I know how your mother feel. I mean, I am a father myself with two cute daughters.

Any good parents always wish for their children happiness, and they will go to a great lenght for that. Ready to sacrifice even themself for their children's happiness. "

With a smile on his face, Ben made him almost couldn't even utter a single word. He knew that was excatly his mother thought. Yet, deep inside he couldn't just accept the fact.

Mark : "I... "

Ben : " Okay my young friend, you don't need to say anything. Just remember what I told you, and look at the time, your shift is over."

With another long sigh, Mark got up from his seat and changed his uniform. After that he got on his old bicycle ready to go home.

Ben : "Oh Mark, one more thing..!"

From inside the security post, he heard Ben shouting at him.

Mark : " Yeah, what's the matter Ben? "

Ben : "You know, you should try to get a girlfriend boy.. Hahaha. "

Mark : Screw you old man, you know it's not easy for me to get a girlfriend. Oh.. I remember now. You told me your eldest daughter will turn 20 next month, right? I should ask her for a date then. Hahaha"

Ben : " Hahaha.. Whaa..! Come back here boy, let me give you some old jab and hook to clear that head of yours. Don't run, come back here!!! "

With a loud laughter Mark rode his bicycle away from the angry Ben. On the way home, he keep thinking to himself about a way to convince his mother to go to a hospital.

His own saving was not much, but he believed that a least his mother needed them more than him.

Mark : "Man, how I wish my mother asthma and any other sickness she might suffer from just dissapear, I also wish I got a lot of money in my bank account so much that I could buy a bigger house, fancy cars, and many other things. With that lot of money I could stay jobless for the rest my life without worry at all.

Hahaha.. who am I to fool, no way those wish of mine come true. Well, maybe if I can get a better job, I can achieve them somehow?

Yeah... I hope so."

After a moment of wishfull thinking, he forced himself to focus on the road again. Because of that, he just realised the most peculiar thing ever happen in his life. He realised that his old bicycle just dissapear like it was nothing and now he sat on top of a soft wooden chair inside a white room with a wooden desk in front of him.

A little girl, seemingly 10 years old or maybe younger wearing a jean short pants and a pink bra covering her chest. Her black silky hair tied to a ponytail with two white ribbons, fair-skinned, and a pair of beatifull black eyes with golden reptilian slit pupils much like that of a snake.

Mark : "whaa..what is going on? where is this? how..? my bicycle..!! who are you little girl?

With a cute smile the little girl answer him, while licking a lollipop

little girl : " Me? I am your new bos, and I want you to hunt and kill heroes!! "

Mark : "Whaat?"

And thus begin a journey that would change his life, a job that he would come to love and hate, a job of a hunter.

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