Hunter of an-Other kind. (A story)

Hunter of an-Other kind. (A story)

I am a hunter, in a literal sense, i hunt a certain kind of animals, animals that plague the humans society. No one would think it if they saw me, unassuming, everyman kind a guy and thats whats so funny about this game. I was taught in the ways of hunting the human beasts by an old navaho. The navaho called them ‘skinwalkers’. We met by chance on a music festival, me being fuckedup by drinking and him singing for some tobacco brand, in a way we were both fucked up. Although i was drunk i felt something special about him and he was surprised because he never felt a mind like mine before. After that came the training, the training about hunting the human beasts, those who spread blackness in the world. I was ver good at it, i am still but the world has changed, my huning ground changed, from doing the american territories together with him and others from many tribes and then now at home. Its new, but my new eyes help me to see and find the beasts and take them out as cleanly as possible. The american, north and south differ in that respect, more space to act, but the Orders in the west recognize the need of the work, have their own hunters. Many things have changed in the last 30 decades, the world but also the beasts, there are more of them these days, there is more poison in the air, amond people these days. I don’t use weapons in my trade, the symbols and tools from the religious and spiritual trade are most times enough to deal with a beast, ultimately there is the police and incarceration, when possible, some beasts are to dangerous to be among the humans. Unraveling is the true punishement, it is death, it is like pulling on a string in the beast and then  it dies. (brain aneurysm, heart attack and/or suicide.) I like this trade, i help the humans, don’t get my hands dirty and the pay is fine, the Orders are appreciative in this regard. Not that they like hunters from other sources but they have adapted to the changes in these times. I even got some trainees these days, never thought that would happen.  My work is built on happy accidents, humans call it synchronicity, i happen on a beast and then the game’s afoot, as the english like to call it. And yes, i like disposing of these beasts. Some friends in the Oders say i must have been a hunter in another life, i smile about those things, i know too much to even comment on that. The High Counsel of Others would not like to have everything on the table, just like the Orders. This knowing is a burden sometimes, a curse even, but i seem to get harder and tougher with every beast i slay and try not to think about it. Some beasts do not belong in human society, there beings like me come in.

An end.