Airion part one

* blood death,!* “NO!“ hardship strife,* “Never!” *cause chaos, confusion* “Stop it!”1

*Airion screamed at himself in his own mind. He was on the brink of insanity as voices whispered in his head, a different one every time, it would be easy to ignore if the things they said didn’t sound so tempting. He had so much power, his human nature, his primal instincts made him want  and urn to use them, gain more power and rule those weaker, or kill them in cold blood. So much blood so much death already he had seen his hands unleash upon innocent people. He almost couldn’t stand it any more, but there was hope. He had just acquired a supernatural job as a hunter of the Para-normal, a hunter searcher, it was pronounced in German but he couldn’t remember how the old man had said it. His symptoms had been much worse and he had just left the compound, walking alone down a dirt road every slight little shuffle he made it to distract him from his thoughts until he could use the  cure that the young doctor else had given him. He looked down at the pentagram tattooed on both of his hands and the one hw wore around his neck. Tall dark skinned and form what the women said, handsome, but he dent think so, never had, he was convinced it was just his area that made them think of him as sexy. He had long dark raven blood black hair. A dark green left eye but a bright cresting blue right one. He could see in the dark and in heat, it was strange, but useful. Strong and fast eh was the perfect warrior that  the old German man had wanted, he still could not remember his name. He walked on but felt some thing strange and stopped looked around and his chain at his hip rattled. A silver knife he had  acquired form the armory at the compound strapped neatly to that swaying chain and his very handy sliver bullet loaded falcon 3-round burst on his left hip. His hand twitched. The moon arose and it was time to take to potion, or medicine, he hadn’t listened to which, that would make him at least near human once more. Still he was haunted that something was near, so the sooner the painful mental transition the better, eh downed the blood red and deep water blue potions and grabbed his head and muffled a ear splitting scream in his thigh as he bet and put his head between his large legs, bare feet scoffing the ground his head pounded but he felt the presents grow even closer.*2