The Cold Fall Night

A man is walking down a road next to plentiful amounts of farms. It’s an old road in an old part of the countryside. The man stands well over 6 feet and is taking a leisurely walk late at night. All of a sudden the youthful man looks over to a street light to his right. He notices movement by that area, on top of the massive power lines overhead of him. He turns on his phone flashlight and moves it up and over to the noise. 

The man: *exhales softly* 

???????: You saw me, didn’t you? 

The man smiles. He sees a blue-haired figure standing on top of the power lines. He has bloodshot red eyes and a grin to match them. His pupils widened by the second. He doesn’t look necessarily built, but he looks like he can do damage. 

The man: Why of course. Isn’t that what you wanted? You didn’t hide your presence at all. It was almost like you were inviting me to this encounter. 

???????: Shahahaha! You’ve seen through me. Well, it doesn’t matter anyways as I’ve come to give you a gift under the name of Madame H. 

The man: Madame H? And who may you be, young messenger? 

???????: Ha! I believe I’m around the same age as you. My name is Martine, number seven ghoul of K-Regional. I have heard a lot of you, Buro. I know all about your past and I must say I’m surprised nobody has come to take your head sooner. 

Buro: Ho? You may be surprised. 

Buro pulls out a rifle with a magazine size of thirty and takes aim at the blue-haired boy. Martine runs quickly, avoiding the first six shots of the weapon. 

Martine: Ahh wonderful. You’re just as fun to play with as I heard. 

With the same superhuman speed, Martine jumps off the power line and in front of Buro. During Martine’s leap, Buro wasted another seven bullets. 

Buro: You sure are a nimble little thing. 

Martine: Play with me some more will you? 

Buro unleashes the rest of his 17 bullets on the standing Martine in front of him. And most of them hit, leaving blood gushing from multiple holes on Martines body. 

Martine: Useless! Guns are totally useless against me, Buro. I am the seventh ghoul who was given the gift to be immune to all weapons! Even though I have holes in my body it's no use! 

The bullet wounds on Martine’s body shrink until they finally disappear. Buro scoffs and tosses his rifle to his side. 

Buro: It seems you are proving to be the worst-case scenario for me. 

Martine laughs at Buro’s statement. He then rushes up to Buro and kicks him into the cornfield to his left. Buro spits out a mass amount of blood as Martine runs up into the cornfield. Buro with his vision all bloody pulls out a handgun with a six bullet chamber. One of the bullets is missing. Martine motions to jump on top of Buro. 

Martine: Sha! I told you weapons are usele-- 

The sound of a cracked eggshell resonates through the cold autumn air. Buro fires at the smiling Martine with the skill of a top-notch marksman and Martine drops cold. Half of Martines's face is gone and the other side of his face looks like a cake that a toddler would destroy on his second birthday. The injured Buro then, while holding his side, goes up to the corpse of Martine and starts to eat his flesh. 

Buro: I am... a ghoul. Delightful. And this weapon-negating power can seem to be quite handy. 

Buro puts the handgun with the remaining four bullets into his jacket pocket. And slowly walks away whilst spilling blood from the earlier impacts, heading to his next location. 

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A man walks into a small-town pub setting his sight on one of the bar-stools surrounding the central bar operated by a young bartender. There's a small, decently old but not extremely old television up on the wall.

T.V.: Local authorities have been concerned as the 42nd Missing Person Report has been filed in Beckett and the surrounding areas. We advise you all to stay indoors as we may have a serial kidnapper on our hands.

Unknown Customer: Turn that shit off it's too depressing.

Unknown Bartender: Oh? I haven’t seen you in a while take a seat. 

The bartender grabs the remote and turns of the news

Unknown Customer: Hey Urogen, how’s it going? 

Urogen It’s going good. Ever since I moved to the United States, you’ve been the person that orders drinks from me the most. 

Unknown Customer: Well as I say drink to forget and drink to forget that we already drank. Can I start with an old fashion? 

Urogen: Coming right up, Dr. Chase Houston. 

 Chase: Haha, don’t mess around, you know it’s "former doctor". 

Urogen slowly crafts and finishes Chase’s drink when the bell rings at the front notifying someone has entered the pub. Urogen pulls out a coaster and puts the drink on it before turning to the door. 

Urogen: Welcome to the Village Pub how can I-- 

Urogen’s face turns to shock, as well as Chase's, who has turned to see the tall figure at the door. The man collapses as soon as he gets through the door, blood coming out of his mouth like water rushing out of a sink. Urogen freezes with shock while Chase slowly gets out of his chair. 

Chase: I... I need to… help him. 

Chase took his time between words. He slowly started moving towards the dying man, stopping to take breaks in between every couple of steps. Urogen unfreezes. 

Urogen: Chase! I’ll call a doctor- I know how you are with blood. 

Chase: I am a doctor goddamn it! And as a doctor, I can tell that if I don't help him. He… he will die. 

Urogen's face freezes as his throat freezes up. Chase pulls a napkin off of a table and slowly wipes off the blood flowing out of the man’s mouth. Chase closes his eyes as he is cleaning it. 

Chase: By his breathing, I can-- I know that he has a shattered bone in his lung. I need to remove it. 

Chase grabs the fork and knife that were in the napkin and quickly carves his way between the man's rib cage. Chase then turns to puke. He then slowly digs around in the man's lung and pulls out a medium-size bone which is sharper than the knife he used to cut into the skin. Chase starts to tear up. And speaks quietly. 

Chase: I need to create an artificial lung for the time being. Does anyone have a tube and a balloon or condom for the air to go in? 

Urogen: Ah. Anyone! Does anyone have a tube or rubber! Hurry up! 

Before anyone could act, the wounds seemed to have healed themselves. Only the wounds caused by the fork and the knife. The man starts to breathe normally again and slowly stands up. 

Buro: Thanks, young man. Because of you, I didn’t have to spend money I didn’t have on a doctor. 

Chase: Oh... you're fine. 

Chase then passes out on the ground. 

Buro: Hey bartender if no one is going to drink that It’ll be delightful if I were able to drink it.

Urogen: What? This is Chase’s drink. Why would I give it to you? 

Buro: I believe your dear Chase is passed out on the ground behind me. Now if all your confusion is cleared up I would enjoy a nice drink. 

 Urogen: I… I guess you can have it. 

Buro: Oh wonderful. 

Buro quickly downs the drink

Buro: Ahhh... hopefully it won't cause my liver too much trouble. I take pride in my healthy liver.

He then walks out of the pub within a minute. Urogen moves his long black hair out of his eyes. Then closes his eyes and takes a seat on a dining chair. The bell rings again. A man walks through in a purple suit. He starts to laugh. 

 ???????: Whatta scene! 

 By now most of the people in the bar have run out. 

 ???????: The ghoul really convinced these guys to save his life! I don’t believe it! 

 The man walks over to Urogen's seat. He throws a flip phone at the man trying to calm himself down then turns around. 

 ???????: If ya see that man again then call the number on that phone, will ya? The man in the purple suit walks out without making any more noise. Not even a footstep was heard. 

 Urogen: A… ghoul?