Character Introduction

My name is M. Just M. I’m a hunter. I can shoot, but I prefer knives. Knives are just more...personal. With guns all you do is point and pull the trigger. With knives you...feel everything. You feel it slice through skin, flesh, and bones. That’s the only time I let myself feel anything.
Other than that I don’t feel. Feeling brings weakness, vulnerability. Feeling brings back pain of the memory. Feeling brings sadd-No!
No. No feeling, just hunting. Think of my weapons. Think of Mischief and Mayhem, my sais. Mischief, my silver sai with the black leather handle. Mayhem, my iron sai quenched in holy salt water. Think of what it feels like to sink my knife into the demon. Think of the look of the life flickering out of a vampire’s eyes. The heat of a burning corpse. The feeling of salt on my skin, in my cuts. Remember the power, remember my reason. Remember how he took my family from me. Remember their screams, let it fuel me. Let the rage burn like lava through my veins.
Feel it.
Live it.
And remember: Kill him, even if it’s the last thing I do, Kill him.