Remembering

"This is the end cattle." The beast then performed an act which I can only describe as unhinging it's jaw...

Of all the ways to die...son of a bitch...

The sound of a blade being drawn, running, fighting.

I opened my eyes.

I saw a girl holding a katana, standing between myself and the monster...

The beast leapt at her with it's clawed fingers, she was dead the thing had gone in for the kill there was no way to dodge no angle to block no...

The clawed fingers hit her shoulder...with an audible clinking sound.

In a single swipe of her katana...she had horizontally bisected the beast...the look of utter shock etched on it's dying face.

"Who the hell are you..." I asked as my mind tried to process exactly what had just happened here.

"I'm no one." she sheathed the katana and took out what appeared to be a cigarette lighter.

The last thing I saw was a flash of blue light.

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In what seemed like an instant I was back at the diner...

The girl was looking at me oddly.

What reason should she have to do that...I wasn't the one rushing around town in the middle of the night with a japanese sword beating up albino cannibals like some sort of asian batman.

"What...did...why...what the hell happened last night."

She looked indifferent...showing no emotion...

Why wasn't she saying anything...

She reached into the pocket of her trench coat an removed a cigarette lighter.

Wait a minute...this is a little to familiar.

I saw a flash of blue light...followed shortly by the floor rushing up to my face.

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"I don't know how he remembered!"

"Maybe you screwed the op the first time."

"I've been at this to long to make a mistake like that."

"People make mistakes."

I heard shouting...I didn't know where I was...

I was lying on something...hard...metal...a table?

I stood up...no restraints...the room looked like a laboratory of sorts...

"The sleeping prince awakens." A blonde man wearing a monocle entered the room.

"Who are you...where am I...what the hell happened..." My head was foggy...the last thing I remembered was...

"You people sure have a penchant for knocking me out..."

"And you sure have a penchant for remembering things." A man dressed in a black kimono entered the room, he wore a black band over his eyes and arranged on his belt were several bladed objects.

Remembering things...what the hell is he going on about...

"Sir you've just stepped into a larger world."

Larger world...

"People like you are unaware of what goes on without their knowing." The man with the monocle chimed in.

No offense dude it's hard to take you seriously when you're wearing a monocle.

The man in black walked over to me now...seeming to stare into my soul through that band over his eyes.

"If anyone found out about this it would be mass hysteria...it would be the salem witch hunts all over again only this time on a far greater scale."

"Panic, Fear, Anarchy, The end of days." The man with the monocle added.

I tilted my head..."Exactly what are you implying?"

"We are an order...a secret police if you will...tasked specifically with dealing in the super natural."

"Vampires, Werewolfs, Manakete, Zombies..."

"Alien Abduction?" I added sarcastically.

"From time to time..." He added missing (or ignoring) the intended mockery.

You gotta be shittin' me...

"And assuming I believe any of this for a minute. What the hell does it have to do with me!"

"In order to ensure our secret society stays a secret we erase the memory of people who fall victim to monsters like the Vampire that attacked you last night."

"Well then wipe my memory and let me forget you crazies even exist."

"That's where you come in." The man in the monocle spoke again.

"You see our mind wiping technology...doesn't seem to work on you."

You gotta be shitting me...

"You're...sure about this then?" I now began to fear these nut balls were going to kill me.

"Believe me we tried several times while you were unconscious."

"You...you aren't going to do anything rash like kill me right?"

Oh dear god don't let them kill me...

"Oh nothing so barbaric." The pink haired girl entered the room now.

"We're going to offer you employment."

Wait what...employment...

The man in black spoke again.

"My name is Nightmare, I'm the leader of this organization." he extended his hand.

"Employment....as in...."

"As in going out and killing vampires." The man in the monocle said with a smirk.

"Oh...ah...good..."

These people are insane...

"My name is Daniel, I run tech support here." The man with the monocle (Or Daniel as he shall be known from this point on) said.

This is all to weird...

"My name is Deluna, nice to meet you." The pink haired girl said before leaving.

"I...uh...I don't suppose I have a choice in this." I asked almost knowing the answer.

"Oh none at all...welcome to the team." Nightmare once again extended his hand once again...

I shook it with a little trepidation...

This is all to weird...

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I followed Daniel through what I can only describe as a massive underground base.

"We need to see about arming you, have you any training in the fields of martial arts?"

I shook my head...

"Well we'll have to do something about that."

We reached the end of the hallway and entered an elevator.

He selected one of many buttons...

Just how many floors are in this place...

"Daniel...exactly where are we?" I asked.

"Oh we're still in Romania, just far underground. Also please refer to me as Wist from henceforth." He added.

"If I'm to call you Wist then why did you tell me your name was Daniel?"

What do you expect these people are insane.

"That is a name I only take up around certain individuals."

I figured it'd be some cryptic bull like that...

"Question."

"Answer." He replied.

Walked right into that one...

"Yeah...why haven't any of you asked for my name?" I honestly didn't expect anything coherent from the monocle man but he seemed the most knowledgeable and the least likely to decapitate me so I went with it.

"Because you don't have one yet." He replied.

The hell...of course I have a name...

"Pre Tell, what the hell are you talking about?"

"Once you join us your past ceases to matter...we all go by code names...it's all we've known of each other." He wiped his monocle and replaced in his eye.

I had nothing to say.

The elevator seemed to take hours to get to it's destination.

"Sorry I killed the conversation didn't I?" Wist laughed a little.

"Yeah...just a bit." I replied...

The elevator stopped and we walked out onto what appeared to be a firing range.

I looked around, mounted on the walls were innumerable bladed weapons and fire arms alike.

If these guys are crazy they're well equipped crazies for sure.

"Holy shit..." was all I could manifest in the way of words.

"Oi, Oi, Oi, Oi, who the hell are you!"

A large dark skinned man with an eyepatch and what can only be described as a beard of awesome appeared from behind a forge...

A forge...are you kidding me...

"Relax Snow, he's a new recruit." Wist walked over to the man. "Think you can do something about hooking him up with some gear?"

"Aye...I can do something it..." He walked back to his forge.

"What are you in the market for kid?" Wist turned to me.

This is totally a question I think about frequently....

"Exactly...what the hell are you asking me?"

"Swords man, Swords." The beard guy said.

Yup...they were asking me what type of sword I wanted...

I thought for a moment...

"Can you arrange...maybe...one of those Zweihanders?"

...

They stared at me blankly.

"You...serious?"

"Yes..." I was now utterly humiliated.

"You'll take a Katana and you will like it...understand." The giant smithey said once again.

"Alright then, I'll like it."

I suppose Katanas were a bit cooler...

"Now for a side arm..." Wist walked over to one of the racks mounted on the wall holding numerous fire arms.

"I'll take a revolver if you don't mind." I said.

I was honestly expecting the same reaction to the previous request but this one was met without a word.

"Katana and Revolver...a fine choice." The bearded man said.

"Well, I have some business to attend to, once Snow is done with your order I'll return to show you to your quarters." and with that Wist returned to the elevators.

"The name's Lachasis Snow, Weapons Expert and Black Smith incarnate." The man said as he banged on a piece of metal that would become my Sword.

"According to Wist I don't have a name." I said shrugging.

"Ah you'll get one soon enough, trust me at first this can seem a bit much to handle but after the first day it gets easier."

"How long have you been here?"

He shrugged "...Wist and Deluna were here before me...I been here the longest after them. So kid how'd you get roped into this?"

"Their magic mind wipey thing didn't work on me, so yeah I got press ganged into service...You?"

"Ah I was working at my shop in California, when in walks a man out of some B Movie Kung Fu flick...all dressed in Black with a band over his eyes...he asks me if I'd like to continue doing the exact same thing only be payed much more...well you can guess what I said."

"That would be Nightmare I'm assuming."

"Yeah...that'd be Nightmare..."

"So you make sword here?"

"Pretty much my life in a nut shell."

He was quiet for a minute.

"Here it is."

He handed me a belt with a Revolver in it's holster and a Katana in a red sheathe...

"It's nice..."

"It'll save your life kid...don't forget it."

"You know you're the first person here who doesn't seem completely mad..."

"It's ironic...when your surrounded by the crazed...being sane can make you seem more off of it then the crazed..."

"I don't think I will ever be used to this..."

"Trust me man...it's easier after the first day."

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I followed Wist through yet another maze of hallways.

This place is massive...how could they have all this below a city without anyone knowing...

"These are your living quarters, there is a bed, a shower and a small area for food storage. Elevators are on the left, facilities are at the end of the hall, any questions?"

"No...I think I just need some sleep..."

"I don't blame you, you've had a hell of a day." He started to walk off.

i looked around the room, smaller then my shitty old apartment.

Layed out on the bed was a Black Shirt, Black Pants...Black Vest...Black Tie...

All Black...real fucking creative with the color scheme.

I took off my hat and long coat and laid down on the bed.

Not as soft as my old shitty mattress either.

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