When Alvela arrived, she took in the all too familiar surroundings of the old, ramshakled clinic. Only the hunter lamp kept the room lit. Just behind her, Alvela ran up a flight of stairs and opened the door with a slice against the door knob with her Rakuyo. "Why didn't I do that in the first place?," she asked herself as she entered the room where she first awoke.

Paying no mind to the 'Alien' creature and any other detail (except for a slip of paper for the Cainherst summons, in which she quickly pocketed for later use) and ran towards the central hall.

"STOP! DON'T DO THIS!!!"
*SSKCRSSSGE*
"AAaa..."
*SKRGE*
"My my, for an inhuman being, you sure have a voice of a fine maiden like me. But you shouldn't be so loud, beasts roam the land now. There is no stopping them at this rate."

Alvela steped on a creaky plank of wood.

"See what you did? You brought in a beast... Wait, that aroma... Well, if it isn't the Moon-Scented hunter. Did you come to turn in a patient for once? Or are you here to kill me? After all, anyone would want to do that in the old days after what I've done, I'm too far gone, might as well keep...

*SRCHK*

"... experimenting."

This drove Alvela to come closer to the operation room. She wasn't going to allow another to die on her watch.

"Very well then, I've never experimented on a hunter before."

To Alvela's right, a winding stair way ran up to a wooden door that had opened, and stepped out a bloodied maiden. She was tainted by the blood of another, in which it soiled her pure, white church attire. She carried a threaded cane in her right hand, occasionally changing it between it's whipped and stiff form. In her left, a repeater pistol with dual, golden tipped barrels.

Alvela, on the other hand pulled out her Rakuyo and Hunter's Blunderbuss each for their respective hand. She charged up the stair case with her Rakuyo risen to pierce through the insane witch. The imposter rose her threaded cane in its whipped form to slash at Alvela. But as it nearly reached the cheek, Alvela dived forward to get behind the imposter.

As she quickly recovered, Alvela stood and went for a back stab. Only to be hit by a cluster of tentacles that protruded from the witch's hand. Alvela stagered back in suprise and fell on a stair at the back of her head with a *Thunk*, knocking her out cold.

"My my. Two patients, two patients all for me.... hehehe, HeHeHe, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" The imposter bent her back backwards in a craze, laughing like some Aldrich joke had been thought up.

--???--

I layed there, gagged, beaten, impaled, and bloodied on a stretcher bound by primitive metal shakles. Something had temporarily restrained my magic, but I feel it coming to. What was it that which wanted of me? Why is she doing this? My head hurts from all of the blood samples she's taken. Allong with all of the incisions and scratches. AHH!? It hurts to think.

No, no more questions. I need to get of here while she was distracted by this 'Moon Scented Hunter'. For some reason, I could smell a pleasant aroma too, like rosemary. My magic, I feel it's enough for basic levitation.

As I focused my horn, I endured what ever pain to remove these damned shakles. After getting the last one, I got off the stretcher and stood at a full height of 6"7, despite the scalpel in my right shoulder. A patient's attire draped me, in a bloodied and ragged state. It barely went past my knees.

I stepped lightly to not make the same mistake the hunter had made, I could still hear the damn witch cackling. I reached over with my left hand to carefully remove the surgical tool. There was only one way out it seems, so that means encountering that bitch and killing her so no one else may suffer.

Suddenly, sort of hole that was filled with malnutritioned, pale creatures holding an axe up to me. "You want me to use this?" I whispered, not wanting to be caught. I grabbed it and felt a familiar weight that I was used to. I was worried what these things might be along with their intentions, but that question will have to wait. All too familiar memories poured into my still aching head.

What ever these creature are, they don't seem to mean harm, and instead wanted to help me. I quicly, but carefully walked towards the door to the laughing woman.

When I stepped out, there she was, still laughing and cackling. She won't know a thing, but where was this hunter. I looked to the floor, a figure in a black trencher with gloves of sharp metal (1) like claws. Their top hat lay atop one of the stair steps, perfectly flush next to the assumed Hunter's head.

I steped lightly, despite my hooves being hard on the wooden planks. If I did make a sound, it was drowned by the hideous laughter of the hypocrite of a witch. Didn't she say that the noise may bring a beast in?

As soon as I was right behind the cackling banshee, I struck with as much force as the combine power of the axe and my arm could muster.

Author's Note

(1) For Alvela's attire, she wears the following;
Hunter top hat
Hunter attire (set found in the sewers)
Charred hunter gloves
Hunter trousers