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The open steppes to the south are a place of great dangers, concealing them within tall grasses and large outcroppings of rocks.  Mitzpah, the only daughter of the Great Chief Ordan stalked human prey.  Moving quietly through the eight foot tall grass she came to the edge of a small camp, her leather armor blending well with the evening shadows.  Within the camp six armed men divided the spoils of their latest exploits unaware of their hunter.  She slid her right hand to the tattoo of a hawk on her left arm and whispered a quiet prayer, Great Selger, guardian of my people, guide our spears and let them strike true.
She dipped her fingers into a small pouch tied to her belt, removing a red paste and drew a broad stripe over her eyes from temple to temple.  She cupped her hands to her mouth and mimicked the call of a bush hen.  When she heard a similar call in return she moved to a flanking position.  Mitzpah
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It was a beautiful sunny day and in the high mountains Lazarus, the true son of King Othrin ran for his life.  The looming shadow and the guttural roar above gave his feet an extra burst of speed along the steep paths.  He glanced over his shoulder just in time to dive on his stomach; the harsh rock scraping his skin.  When he looked up he could see a tuff of his red hair clinging to the large talons of the wyvern as it swooped past him.  He waited only for a second as the creature circled back; he scurried to his feet and ran once more, fear pushed him.
Lazarus yelped as rocks gave way beneath him and he fell.  He desperately clawed at the rocks trying to find a hand hold, Paeldin help me please! Several of his fingernails peeled away on the stone until he shoved his hand into a small crevice.  The jolt of the sudden stop added to the weight of his muscular body dislocated his shoulder.  He gritted his tee
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2 Corinthians 11: 23-28:
23 Are they ministers of Christ?-I speak as a fool-I am more: in labors more abundant, in stripes above measure, in prisons more frequently, in deaths often. 24 From the Jews five times I received forty stripes minus one. 25 Three times I was beaten with rods; once I was stoned; three times I was shipwrecked; a night and a day I have been in the deep; 26 in journeys often, in perils of waters, in perils of robbers, in perils of my own countrymen, in perils of the Gentiles, in perils in the city, in perils in the wilderness, in perils in the sea, in perils among false brethren; 27 in weariness and toil, in sleeplessness ofte
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A cloaked figure walked into the camp of Kumo'Honzar.  The worthless shinobi and criminals circled the person like a school of sharks hurling insults and threats with each step.  Ignoring them the stranger proceeded until he stood before the very throne of the demon spider.  Kumo'Honzar smiled, "How interesting but I believe it is customary to kneel in the presence of a god."
"Pardon my insolence but I see no god before me just pathetic trash."
"How dare you speak to our lord that way," roared Lila.
The crowd of evil men descended upon the cloaked stranger; however before they reached him their bodies exploded.  Kumo'Honzar stood to his feet as the area was covered in a thick coating of gore and blood.  Lila stumbled back at the display of power.
"I'm glad you are finally going to take me seriously," commented the stranger as the remainder of the spider's followers fled.
"Who are you so I will know what name to put on y
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"USAGI-NEE-CHAN!!!!!"
Ryuji snapped awake and sat bolt upright when he heard his daughter Hinako scream at the top of her lungs.  By the time he made it to the bedroom door the newborn twins were already crying at their abrupt arousal and he only glanced over his shoulder a moment to see his wife Hana tending to both of them in an attempt to calm them down.  When he stepped into the hallway all three of his other sons were standing in the hall.
"Dad what's going on," asked Naoto from his wheelchair as little Yuta and Seji held onto their little stuffed animals.
"Don't worry about it Naoto I'll handle it…just make sure your brothers go back to bed," replied their father as he walked into Hinako's room.
"You heard Dad you two go back to bed," ordered Naoto as he looked down at his three year old brothers.
"Can we stay with you," they asked in unison.
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However for some unknown reason that year a freshman decided he was going to fight me but would never attempt to do anything unless he had at least 6 friends with him.  So one day it came to blows and I put him on the floor hard.  After that he would tell me every day how he was going to beat the crap out of me and honestly it felt like a game to me...something to look forward to.  
Although this changed very quickly the day he told me he had found out where I lived and he was coming after me and my family.  At that moment I felt some
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Here is my latest work and I do hope you enjoy it.  I don't know how many read or have the Monster Hunter series by Larry Correia, but that is the world this new fanfic is based on.  If you haven't read it I highly recommend it.  If you are interested the books in order are Monster Hunter International, MH Vendetta, MH Alpha, MH Legion, MH Legion and MH Siege.  John Ringo has also written a trilogy in this world called Monster Hunter Memoirs and they are Grunge, Sinners and Saints.  There is also an anthology work called The Monster Hunter Files.  I hope you have a wondrous day and God bless.

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Monster Hunter: The Blackrock Files Pt 4





I finally received my PUFF exemption when I turned 19.  Usually it only takes two years of service, but there are some special cases like me who need to be trained on using their abilities so they don't hurt people accidentally; plus I really liked working with STFU.  I also took the chance to finish what I started, returning to Oxford once I left STFU and earning my doctorate.  It was on the identification, practical application and effective countermeasures of magical rituals and it took a good year of research and another year of field investigation, but it was so worth it.  I also took some online classes for business, business management, communications and accounting.
The bad side of this time in my life was while performing field research in Africa, Evan was killed while on mission.  When I found out I flew back immediately.  I wanted to give him a proper burial, but the lich that killed him didn't leave behind a body and the only condolence I had on the matter was the team did manage to send the lich screaming to Hell. So, with Ms. Saint's help I bought a small plot and placed a headstone with a brief inscription: In Memorial to Evan Markson, Loved Friend and Teammate, May you rest in the Lord's peace.  I loved Evan, but I also have to come to realize it was possibly a fool's love because he was a lifer inside STFU; he could never leave and I doubt the MCB would allow us to marry.  
Then for the next year I worked freelance as a magical consultant, a monster hunter and when they needed me a STFU mission specialist.  When I turned 23 I decided to become a full time professional hunter and I started my own agency in my home state of Texas called: The Blackrock Huntsmen LLC.  I made it a point to hire PUFF exemption earners who were leaving STFU and wanted to keep fighting the good fight....for lots of money of course.  That's also why my company motto is: Employing the Exceptional Individual.  Our first year of operation was a very good year and we cleared $19,285,500.00 profit because we could take on some serious baddies that normal hunters could not engage without massive manpower and “don't aim that at my city” sized guns.  There were only 17 of us, so I made an effort for us to operate in teams of at least three, but given some circumstances beyond our control, we often ended up hunting alone and that almost got me killed.  


It was September, I was in the upper part of Washington state and I was hot on the trail of a doppelganger named Stygak.  The sad thing is Stygak had earned their PUFF exemption ten years ago but now had made the mistake of killing the wrong people, a lot of them.  Agent Paxton personally reached out to me to deal with the situation and informed me that Stygak's PUFF exemption had been revoked.  I'll admit knowing that my exemption could be revoked is a little scary, but I also don't plan on going on a murder spree either.  
According to my contacts and my own scrying spells Stygak was seeking a specific man named Paul Stokes.  I rented a house, began surveillance and from what I could gather in the four days I've watched him; Paul Stokes, is a simple pharmacist, no wife, no kids.  However, after working with STFU for so long and having Ms. Saint as a teacher and now employee, I learned nothing is ever simple.  I took measures to ensure his safety by hiring a few of the local gnomes to tail him and to keep a look out for Stygak.  I don't know how cheap they came because it was costing 5 cases of beer, 5 cartons of cigarettes and $400 a day to get them to work for a Baba Yaga.
While Mr. Stokes was at work I went to his house to establish sensory and alarm spells, along with some protection wards.  I had just pulled up to my rented house, and was closing the car door when my power roared in warning.  I sensed the bullet pass through the magical defensive barriers I now unconsciously keep up around me, and it's a good thing to.  The .50 caliber bullet slammed into my right shoulder shattering my collar bone and shoulder blade and throwing me to the ground.  If not for my barriers slowing the bullet, I would only have half a torso let alone a shoulder.
The pain is almost maddening and I cough up blood while I crawl in front of my car for protection.  My eyes turn black and I quickly expand my magic in all directions to find out what's coming at me.  The flow of magic tells me that five men in combat gear and armed with automatic weapons are converging upon me.  My skin takes on a yellow-greenish hue and I stop the magic flowing to my injuries and focus it on the men approaching me; entwining it around and in them.  
I speak in the harsh language of my heritage; the tongue of the Baba Yaga: Curse, curse, curse be upon you this day.  Cursed be your weapons and may feebleness consume your vigor like plague.  Cursed are you.
I hear the men cry out and then collapse.  I listen for a few moments and I hear nothing but snoring.  I return the magic flow to my shoulder and collar bone healing them as fast as I can because I'm about to have to entertain some guests.


It takes an entire hour for my bones to mend, but my flesh is still badly bruised and that is in my full transformation too; oh these guys have pissed me off.  I bring them one by one into my house, tie them up and set them each at the dining room table.  I search them thoroughly removing their weapons and neatly stacking those on the couch in the living room and then I start going though their wallets.  Each one of them has a printed work ID for a company called Paranormal Tactical and it seems they are actually based out of a Seattle office; curious.  Now that I'm ready to deal with them, I mold my magic, speak in Latin and remove my curse:  Free, free, be free of the wretched chains binding you.  Be free for I command it so.
They all snap awake as their strength is instantly restored.
“What's going on,” says Bradley, a nice looking GQ type with dark hair and deep blue eyes.
“The fuck!  Who tied us up,” yells Marlow, a black man built like a freight train.
“Please gentlemen, no potty mouth,” I say stepping into their view.
“It's the fucking monster,” screams McArthur, a red head covered in freckles.
I slam my hand on the table to get their attention, “PLEASE....no potty mouth.  We are adults and I believe it shows a level of maturity, intelligence and calmness when you can speak without swear words.”
I really should have used my left hand instead of my right when I hit the table because the pain coursing through me from my shoulder is excruciating.
“You got our attention,” says Davis, an older looking man with a sharp military high and tight haircut, “Why are we still alive?”
“Are you going to eat us,” asks the fifth and final man named Shaw, who has a hipster mustache; it looks hideous.
“No, I'm not going to eat you and you're still alive because I want to know why you were trying to kill me.”
“You're a monster and I rebuke in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ,” yells Shaw.
I sigh, shake my head and look Shaw directly in the eye, “That won't work on me you dolt.”
“And why not!?”
“Because, I'm a Christian.”
That definitely got their attention and they all seemed to finally calm down, either out of disbelief, relief or just plain shock....I honestly don't care.  I take a seat at the table, “Gentlemen, please tell me why you are trying to kill me.”
It takes a few moments but Davis finally responds, “We were tipped off that you are a Baba Yaga and that you are responsible for several deaths.  We were told you were worth around $2,000,000 in PUFF.”
“Well I hate to tell you guys this, but I'm PUFF exempt,” I say holding up the silver coin that hangs around my neck.
“PUFF exempt?  What does that mean,” asks Bradley.  
Oh, his eyes are so nice....seriously, I have to stay focused here, “Without going into too many details, it means that I served my government for a term of service faithfully and honorably and as a reward I gain immunity from the PUFF.”
“Bullshit,” snaps McArthur.
“Really?  What did I say about the potty mouth?”
“Why should we believe you,” asks Marlow.
“Would you believe someone at the MCB?”
They exchange looks before Davis asks in disbelief, “You have the MCB's number?”
“Of course, I worked for them.  Don't you?  As hunters you should try to maintain an at least somewhat cordial relationship,” I say pulling out my cell, hit a speed dial button and put the phone on speaker, “You do know of Franks, right?”
Marlow laughs, “Everyone knows of Franks.  You don't f...mess with him.”
The phone rings twice.
“MCB, this is Special Agent Grant how may I help you?”
“Hey Agent Grant, this is Nora Blackrock, you remember, Hex.”
“Oh yeah, it's been a while.  What can I help you with Nora?”
“I have a problem.  I have five hunters from Paranormal Tactical trying to kill me for PUFF.”
“What!?  Are you okay?”
The men sitting around my table looked confused at the sound of concern in his voice.
“I'm fine.  Mr. Whiskers has them tied up,” I can hear the chill running down Grant's spine at the mention of my cat, “Is Mr. Franks close by.”
“Sure, hold on.  Franks.  It's Nora.”
“Hello.”
Hearing Mr. Franks voice is such a relief to me.  So many people are terrified of him but I like him, he's serious but respectful to those who prove their worth in the good fight and I did that several times right beside him.
“Mr. Franks, it's so good to hear your voice.”
“What's wrong?”
“Some Paranormal Tactical guys want to kill me and they don't know about PUFF exemption.  I got them right here and you're on speaker so they can hear you.”
“I will make this simple.  You kill her.  I kill you.  Understood?”
The men blanch, but Davis answers, “We understand loud and clear.”
“Good.”
“Thank you Mr. Franks, I'll call you if I come across something that needs your unique personal touch.”
He doesn't say goodbye, he never does but that's okay.  I look at my guests, “Gentlemen, are you going to play nice now, so I can untie you?”
Davis looks at them and they all nod in agreement, “Yes, we will.”
“Good, and don't shoot my cat.  Mr. Whiskers earned his PUFF exemption too.”


Davis and I sit down over a cup of tea; a habit I picked up when I was at Oxford while the rest of his team pack up their gear.  I take a sip of my Prince of Wales tea blend, “So, Mr. Davis....”
“I'm sorry miss?”
“Please, call me Nora.”
“May I ask some questions first?”
I check my phone to make sure the gnomes haven't sent me any messages before answering, “If it helps you Mr. Davis, then please proceed.”
“You have a mummified cat.”
“Yes, Mr. Whiskers, and yes he's from the time of the pharaohs in ancient Egypt.  He followed me home.”
Davis nearly spits out his tea, “Followed you home?”
“Yes, I was at Oxford and apparently my magic woke him up....or at least I think it's a “he”...I really can't tell.  But, when he disguises himself he always takes on the visage of a tabby.”
“You went to Oxford?”
“I don't see why it's so unbelievable Mr. Davis.  I went to Oxford and obtained my doctorate.”
“You're a doctor too,” he asks in utter disbelief and I can tell by the ripples in the magic around me that his men in the other room heard it as well.
“Okay, to save some time, I'll lay it out for you Mr. Davis and to your men who are eavesdropping,” I say setting my tea down, “I am a Baba Yaga as you have been told but I was raised in a Christian home just outside of Dallas, by two amazing and wonderful parents who I can only hope to be like one day.  They adopted me out of Russia and taught me the value of life, compassion, love and defending what is good.  My mom also led me to Christ when I was thirteen and I hold strongly to my faith for those who doubt, right Mr. Shaw?”  
“Then one night my parents had the misfortune of being killed by a burglar who turned out to be a werewolf.  However, during the attack my powers awakened and after I apparently killed said werewolf, I was taken in by our government.  Obviously I cannot go into detail about my service or duties during that time and as a military man you, yourself can understand this, right” he nods while I continue, “From the time I worked for them until now I have learned 173 languages from Japanese to Ancient Sumerian, earned my doctorate along with several other degrees, fought against horrors unimaginable, and even started my own hunting outfit all before my 24th birthday....which is next month.  I truly hope that is sufficient enough information for you Mr. Davis?”  
“Wait...did you say you have your own hunting outfit?”
“Yes, the Blackrock Huntsmen, and I would like to get to the point at hand and know why you tried to kill me Mr. Davis.”
Mr. Davis sits quietly for a few moments, “We were given a dossier on you with a list of people you killed.  Also given the PUFF, we jumped at the chance.”
“Without proper investigation I take it....please show me the dossier.”
He hands me a flash drive which I quickly insert into my laptop and begin pouring over the information.  I quietly read for nearly fifteen minutes while his men return and sit at the table.  When I'm finished I look him in the eye, “Mr. Davis, you and your men have been set up.”
“What the fuck,” blurts McArthur.
I just stare at him, “Potty mouth.”
Marlow waves his hand, “Okay, I gotta know.  What's the deal with you and swearing?”
“Seriously?  I'm a Baba Yaga, cursing is our bread and butter.  To put it bluntly, I nearly killed a guy during a training session by using a curse word.  My teacher told me that I have to be extremely careful about what I say, otherwise I could cause major death and destruction unintentionally.  So, I prefer those around me not swear, so I'm not tempted.”
McArthur quickly asks, “So, you could kill someone by just saying “Damn you” to them.”
“I was joking and I nearly killed a teammate Mr. McArthur, so yes....and please, once again, no potty mouth.”
“Now, if there's no more questions,” replies Mr. Davis looking at his men, “How were we set up?”
“The dates you were given and the names of the people who were killed do not add up.  Like this Tyrone Mitchell, the dossier says I killed him on January 12th, but that's impossible because I was in Norway dealing with a serious deep one infestation.  Besides several of the names of the “victims” in your dossier were killed by an individual named Stygak.”
“It sounds like you were the one being set up Ms. Nora.”
“It does, but my magic is telling me the ill omen is over your head Mr. Davis.  Someone or something wants you specifically dead and they expected me to be your executioner; but I don't kill good men,” Mr. Whiskers jumps onto the table when I say that and I place my hand on his back as my eyes turn black, “Hold very still Mr. Davis.”
“What are you doing,” asks Mr. Shaw.
“I'm trying to determine who wants him dead.”
The magic flows through me and is amplified when I direct it through Mr. Whiskers.  I feel the ancient power of the pharaohs mingling with mine and the spell upon Mr. Davis is revealed.  It's a death mark ritual and then I begin chanting in Svartalfar to reveal the caster.  In my mind's eye I'm pulled through the magic of the mark and I'm brought to Chicago, to a red building....with a weathered eagle over  the main entrance....I see a name....The Hampshire, then up, up, up the stairs to an apartment....number 1337.  When I start to push inside I feel necromantic energies pushing against me.  If I was there in person there is no way they could keep me out, but at this distance I can't get through.
I open my eyes and look at Mr. Davis, “Does an apartment 1337 in the Hampshire building in Chicago ring any bells?  It's possibly a necromancer and they placed a death mark on you.”
“No, it doesn't.”
“Hey boss,” speaks up Bradley, “Didn't you once tell me that the way you got into the hunting life is by encountering a necromancer?”
“Yeah, he got away after he left me with about thirty zombies to deal with.”
“You survived thirty zombies by yourself?”
“Axes don't run out of ammo,” says Davis with a smirk.
My phone pings.  The gnomes hit pay dirt.  
“Gentlemen, I must be going I have something that I must deal with.”
“Need some back up,” asks Marlow standing from the table.
“Thank you, but no, I should be fine,” I say grabbing my coat, “Besides I think you have a date with a necromancer in Chicago.”


I didn't say anything to Davis and his men about their dossier, but it worries me because I was the obvious target and his team were just being used as patsies. However, working for the STFU and now with my own hunting agency I have no doubt made enemies, so I shouldn't be surprised, but with the specific victims, could Stygak be setting me up?  If so, how would Stygak know I was the one hunting them?  Regardless, Davis does have a death mark over him and that's serious but something doesn't feel right about this.  I stop a mile away from Stoke's house and place a call to my agency.
“Hello, Blackrock Huntsmen, this is Julia how may I direct your call?”
I love Julia, she is a tried and true, 100% bull lady of Texas and if you don't want your spine removed never call her a minotaur, “Julia, it's Nora.”
“Oh hey sweetie pie, what can I do for you?”
“I'm just checking in.  I'm about to possibly engage the doppelganger, Stygak.  I'm texting you my GPS coordinates.  If I don't check in, in an hour.”
“Oh I know honey.  I don't hear from you, I blow the horn and we come charging in like General Patton's tank brigade.”
“Thank you Julia.”
“Don't mention it honey.  You be careful.”
I hang up the phone and pop the trunk.  I may be a Baba Yaga but I learned long ago that magic is not the answer to everything that I deal with, so I get equipped.  I put on my tactical vest with extra magazines and a solid trauma plate over my chest and back.  I fasten my leg holster with my HK45 Tactical pistol, grab my FN SCAR 17 Heavy and say a quick pray; Oh Lord, my God please watch over me and train my hands for war and if it is my time to meet You, then allow me to face the enemy with bravery.  In Jesus name, Amen.  I then load back up and continue on to Paul Stoke's house.  
When I arrive at the base of his drive way my magic tingles; my wards and spells have been nullified.  I place the car in park, step out, chamber a .308 round and send a warning down the magical bond I have to Mr. Whiskers.  I pull out my phone to send an emergency text to Julia but before I can my magic screams in warning and I dive to the ground.  Something passes just over my head, my hair stands on end from an electrical charge and my defensive barriers keep me from getting electrocuted.  I look up and see....an Impundulu!
An Impundulu is an evil, man-sized black and white, immortal vampiric bird with the horrific ability to shape shift and summon lightning from South Africa, that can only be killed by fire.  That can only mean....I look toward the house and see an African witch on the porch.  The Impundulu are used as familiars by witches and being immortal are often passed down from mother to daughter.  When I was in Africa doing my field research I encountered a witch who had an entire village enthralled with her black magic and she had an Impundulu.  I killed her because she was using the villagers as human sacrifices and her vampire bird escaped; great.
The witch speaks in Zulu, “You killed my mother!  Now I kill you!”
My eyes turn black, I strengthen my defensive barriers and I run for the cover of several large pine trees.  The Impundulu launches a lightning bolt from it's talons just as I slide behind a tree; bits of dirt, rocks and splinters shower me.  I look down at my phone and it's fried, so I toss it.  I mold my magic and try to ignite that stupid vampire bird, but it's protected by the witch; that's just perfect.  I fire several rounds toward the witch but Stygak pushes her out of the way.  
Then Stygak in turn opens fire on me with a Keltec RFB-18 Bullpup, just as that blasted Impundulu hits the tree with another lightning bolt.  I need to get out of here but before I can even think about going to my car the stupid witch hits it with a green fire ball; the car goes up like a kindling box. Wonderful, there goes my security deposit; good thing I sprung for the rental insurance but it's not going to matter if I die.
More bullets hit around me showering me with splinters; my skin takes on a greenish-yellow tint, my nose and ears increase in length and my teeth turn to iron.  I begin speaking in the tongue of the Yumboes, African fairies from Senegal and create illusions of me running in different directions from the tree.  Stygak begins firing at one, the Impundulu dives toward another with electrified talons and the witch breathes a cone of green flame consuming two others.  I calmly bring my rifle up to my shoulder and put a round directly between Stygak's eyes and his brain matter splatters the witch in the face.  The witch turns toward me and just as I squeeze off a round toward her I'm paralyzed.
Getting paralyzed threw off my aim and my bullet hits the witch in the stomach.  She goes down, but I can't move and then I see a wight come into my field of vision.  What the hell is a wight doing here!?  Then I see Paul Stokes step out of his house, smiling....oh that can't be good.


I'm taken inside the house, placed on the kitchen table and I can see several zombies eating the gnomes I hired; poor little guys.  The witch is carried inside by her Impundulu, who has transformed into a Zulu warrior and placed her on the couch.  Paul walks in followed by his wight, “Really?  On my couch.  Do you realize how hard blood stains are to get out of fabric.  Take her to the bathroom and place her in the tub.”
The Impundulu does just that as Paul walks over to me and then has his blasted wight touch me again, “When Stygak and I first met and he told me that a Baba Yaga was working for STFU I couldn't believe it, but here you are.  During your time with STFU you cost my master considerable resources and it took a considerable amount of power to hide from you, but it was worth the effort.”
He unbuckles my tactical vest and slides his hand under my shirt.  I may be paralyzed but I can feel his hands on my chest, fondling my breasts while his vile magic slithers it's way across my body, exploring my very being.
“You're a virgin,” he yells in excitement, “This just gets even better.  When my master told me he wanted you dead for all the trouble you've caused him of course I obeyed....but to think of this happening.  Do you know how much favor and power I will garner from my master by sacrificing you to him?  A powerful magical enemy who is also a virgin...he will at least double the power he gives me.”
Great, this guy is an Old One fanatic.
Paul pulls out some kind of talisman and places it on my forehead.  I can't see what it is but I can feel my magic being subdued and weakened; this is getting better by the minute.
“Now, I have to go save that worthless witch,” he says with disgust, “However, if not for her I would have never been able to properly locate you and lure you here.”
He leaves me with his wight and ever few seconds it touches me again; I guess Paul isn't taking any chances with me.  He's gone for about 15 minutes and then comes back wiping blood from his hands, “You did a number on her for sure, but unfortunate for you she'll live and her pet bird is helping her to heal....but on to fun stuff.”
Despite the talisman, I try focusing my power to counteract the wight's paralysis but before I can make significant process Paul rips off my sleeve and brands my arm.  I wish I could have screamed because that really hurt, but once he's finished...I can't feel my magic at all.  He smiles caressing my face with his left hand, “I hate to damage any part of you but the Sigil of Black Silence will keep your powers sealed until I can perform the ceremony.”
I'm helpless as this wretch completely cuts off all my clothes and begins painting unholy symbols on my skin in blood.  He actually ties me to the table, so at the very least he stops having his wight continue to paralyze me.  
I thought this job would be somewhat easy, but I starting to get scared.  Then a Bible verse suddenly pops into my head. Deuteronomy 31:6 Be strong and of good courage, fear not nor be afraid of them, for the Lord your God, He it is that doth go with you; He will never fail you, nor forsake you.
Thank you Father.
Paul cocks his head, “Are you smiling?  You're going to die.”
“You know, you may have sealed my magic, but there's one thing that you cannot seal or mute or take away from me.”
“Oh, and what's that little Baba Yaga?”
“My faith.”
He laughs, “Oh really?  And what can your faith do for you?”
“Plenty.”  I see Mr. Whiskers sneak in and being undead the zombies and wight don't even notice, “For one, I have victory through my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.  What I bind on earth shall be bound in heaven and what I loose on earth shall be loosed in heaven.”
He laughs again, “Oh please go on.”
“Paul Stokes, you are an evil man and in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ I rebuke you and I bind you in His holy name!”
His face distorts and he is utter shock when bandages wrap around him, making him fall into the floor.  Mr. Whiskers lets out a distorted, dry and very shrill meow that hurts my ears.  The zombies and wight look at my cat just as the main door is kicked in by Marlow.  He doesn't say a word and  backs out the door followed quickly by the undead; then I hear a beautiful chorus of gun fire.  Then the Impundulu comes running from the back and takes on it's bird form the moment it hits the porch outside.
Mr. Whiskers comes over to the table and begins chewing and clawing through the ropes holding my left hand.  He stops and hides under the table when the witch comes stumbling from the back.  She doesn't even notice Stokes wrapped up on the floor; good, her attention is on the hunters outside.  Once she goes out the door Mr. Whiskers goes back to work and the moment the rope on my hand snaps I quickly untie my other hand and feet.
Paul glares at me.  I would love to beat the crap out of him but if I don't do something Davis' crew is going to be slaughtered by the Impundulu.  I have to get my magic back and there's only one way to do that.  I go over to my gear and pull my Ka-Bar.  I take a few breaths to prepare myself before I saw the brand off of my arm; I definitely scream this time.
The instant the final thread of bloody skin is severed I feel my power return to me like a flood and I quickly direct my power to burn all the unholy symbols from my flesh.  I then look at Mr. Whiskers and then to Paul, “Keep him company.”
Mr. Whiskers politely sits on Paul's face and I head out the door.  The witch is already down and nearly blown in half courteous of a .50 caliber bullet to the chest.  However, the Impundulu is giving Paranormal Tactical one hell of a beat down.  The hunters are pouring round after round into the bird only to have it throw lightning bolts at them.  I see that McArthur is down, but still alive for now and I waste no more time.  My eyes turn black and I reach out with my power caressing the magic flowing around the vampiric bird and I ignite it.
The Impundulu shrieks in agony throwing bolt after bolt of electricity in every direction; I take cover in the house.  The monster finally plummets to the ground and stops moving; I extinguish the flames so I can get a tissue sample for the PUFF claim.  I'm tired and don't even think about being totally naked until Bradley comes rushing in and just stares.  Mr. Whiskers automatically reacts to my mental commands and obliges by wrapping my private parts in bandages; I kind of look like I'm wearing a tube top and skirt.
Bradley blinks and then looks me in the eye, “Are you okay?”
“I am now.  Why are you here?”
“Your creepy mummy cat,” answers Davis stepping inside, “It appeared inside our SUV out of a whirl of sand and then guided us here.”
“You left out the part where we almost wrecked,” adds Bradley; I really like his blue eyes.
“That's not important,” retorts Davis, “I've called for an ambulance; McArthur may not make it.”
“He'll make it Mr. Davis, I'll make sure of that,” I say walking toward the door, “Oh, and by the way the guy tied up in the floor is Paul Stokes, a fanatical necromancer and priest of the Old Ones.  I think the MCB will want to ask him a lot of questions.”



I exhausted my power knitting McArthur's flesh back together and healing the injuries of the rest of the Paranormal Tactical guys and it was a good thing there was an ambulance on the way because they ended up taking me instead.  When I woke up my head was pounding and Ms. Saint was beside my bed but she doesn't look happy, “You're alive, good.”
“I was almost sacrificed.”
“I know,” she says brushing hair out of my face, “The Paranormal Tactical team lead, Terrence Davis told me and apparently Micah Bradley was staying by your side until I arrived.”
“Really?”
“Yes, but don't get comfortable, Priscilla is getting you discharged as we speak.”
“No rest for the wicked, huh.”
“You are anything but, my daughter.”
That's one of the best things about starting my own hunting company, Ms. Saint and I are no longer bound by the teacher and student relationship we had to maintain inside the STFU....she's now my second mom.  I smile, “I was thinking about expanding our roster, because I don't ever want to be without back up again.”
“What did you have in mind?”
“We hire human hunters.”
“We could, but that might cause problems.”
“True, but I think I know some I can reach out to and we can work on the rest later.”
Priscilla walks in, in her usual sun dress attire, sandals and sun kissed skin with her dark hair resembling braided cords, but they're not cords....they're snakes in disguise because she is a medusa, “You ready to go boss?”
“Yeah, let's go home.”


Three weeks later back in Texas I was sitting in my office when Julia knocked on my door, cracked it and said, “Sweetie, your one o'clock is here.”
“Thank you Julia, show them in.”
Terrence Davis, Micah Bradley, David Marlow, Creedence Shaw and Jacob McArthur stepped in and all of them were staring at Julia.  She snorts, “You gentlemen have a staring problem?”
“They're enthralled by your absolute beauty.  After all you are a gorgeous bull lady of Texas.”
“You got that right honey,” she says with a huge smile.
“That will be all Julia,” I say causing her to close the door, “Gentlemen, welcome to Blackrock Huntsmen, where we employ exceptional individuals.  Oh, also word of advice, never call Julia a minotaur.”
Mr. Davis speaks up, “Why did you fly us all the way to Texas?”
“It's simple Mr. Davis.  I almost died when encountering Paul Stokes and despite my abilities or the abilities of my other employees, we need back up.  We need solid, reliable hunters with flexible minds who can work beside other PUFF exempt hunters like myself.”
Mr. Bradley steps forward, “We're already with Paranormal Tactical though.”
“I realize that, but I have also looked at what they offer and I believe I can offer a better deal.”
“How so,” asks Mr. Marlow crossing his big arms.
“On top of the PUFF you earn, I will also pay you $25 an hour during down time, three weeks of vacation a year, health insurance along with dental and vision and I'm talking premium coverage too: not to mention a 401k plan as well.  Also if you fall in the line of duty and you have a family, I have set up a side fund to continue to provide for their needs and they will be able to keep their health coverage for life.  So what do you say gentlemen?”



All five of them signed up on the spot but did at least give their former employers the courtesy of working a two week notice.  Two days after they started with the Huntsmen, Micah and I went out on our first date.  Granted our first date was him going to church with me and then out to lunch but it was a lot of fun.  After that he was in church with me every Sunday, but things really didn't get “interesting” until our fourth date.
Monster Hunter: The Blackrock Files Pt 4

If you like Larry Correia's Monster Hunter series then this is for you. If you are interested in reading the series the books in order are Monster Hunter International, Vendetta, Alpha, Legion, Nemesis, and Siege. There is also the Monster Hunter Memoir series by John Ringo and their order is MHM Grunge, Sinners and Saints. There is also an anthology book named The Monster Hunter Files.

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For my eighteenth birthday I received several awesome gifts; the first was of course the softball sized, extreme chocolate lovers cupcake with an number 18 candle on it from Heather; but she couldn't stay.  The second was my very own leather bound spell-book from Ms. Saint that she personally enchanted.  The spell-book was actually the size of a small personal journal that could easily fit into a purse or belt pouch, but the enchantment that Ms. Saint bestowed it with literally gave it close to 5,000 pages for me to fill up.  Evan, my boyfriend, gave me a new pair of Bluetooth headphones and a new MP3 player loaded with about 5 gigs worth of my favorite metal like Living Sacrifice, Babymetal, Necrosonic, Tourniquet, Kittie, Bury Your Dead and a ton of others (apparently I'd get along great with orcs).  However, the best gift was finding out that Agent Paxton was still alive; after all I did later find out what being “sanctioned” meant when concerning government agencies.
He walked into the recreation room when I was taking a huge bite out of my cupcake.  He smiled at the chocolate smearing my face, “Hey kid.”
I dropped my cupcake on my plate and actually ran over to him, “Mr. Paxton!  You're still alive!”
He laughs, “Why wouldn't I be?”
“That night I heard one of those other agents say you might be sanctioned for what you did.”
He rubs the back of his neck but still smiles, “Well, I had to crawl through a lot of crap after that but from what I hear, I made the right choice, especially since you helped stop that cult and their pet shoggoth.”
I feel tears brimming in the corners of my eyes and I can't help it anymore, I throw my arms around his neck and hug him, “Thank you for saving my life Mr. Paxton.”
He pats my back, “No problem kid.”
When I stop hugging him I notice I got chocolate on his suit.  I blush, “I'm so sorry Mr. Paxton.”
“It's no big deal,” he says taking off his jacket; he's still the size of a football player.
“Come on,” I say motioning toward the table.  When I sit down I turn to Ms. Saint, “This is...”
“I am aware of Agent Paxton's actions.  I read the report on your discovery; remember?”
“Oh,” I reply returning to my cupcake.
“Why are you here Agent Paxton?”
“I've come here with an opportunity for Nora,” he says placing his jacket across the back of another chair. Ms. Saint just stares at him waiting for him to explain.  He clears his throat before continuing, “Nora's ability to learn and the fact she has turned into quite the polyglot has come to the attention of a few key individuals.”
Evan whispers to me, “What's a polyglot?”
“It means she can speak a multitude of languages, Mr. Evans, something I suggest you hone your skills on,” scolds Ms. Saint, “What is this opportunity agent?”
“Well can I ask how many languages you're up to Nora?”
“Forty, including a few dead languages, pictograms and hieroglyphics.”
Agent Paxton is a little speechless for a moment then whistles, “That's impressive for sure but also the reason behind this.  The agency feels we need to expand our knowledge, especially in the area of monster languages and we are well aware of you continuing Nora's education.”
“The point agent.”  
“The agency has made arrangements for her to study at Oxford.”


Ms. Saint wasn't exactly thrilled about me coming to Oxford, not because of the potential education but because I would also have to be on loan to MI4 (the UK's equivalent of the MCB) if they needed my skills and she couldn't accompany me.  The first few months were amazing and the access I was granted to the secret library was so awesome.  I never knew there was such an extensive collection of monster languages, especially ones composed by a man named Dr. Oliver Chadwick Gardenier; his volumes of yeti and gnoll dialects alone was jaw dropping.  Not to mention I was thinking about getting a proper degree while I was here or maybe even a doctorate; that would definitely make Ms. Saint proud of me.
It was around eleven at night, I was listening to “Electric Fire” by Necrosonic on my headphones and devouring a book about incorporeal entities when I was approached by an MI4 agent named Corbin Decker.  He didn't sneak up on me because I've learned to use my power like a net around me and plus being a Baba Yaga I have learned I have an incredible sense of smell.  I really didn't develop my “true” sense of smell until about ten months ago and it's really sensitive to people of Russian heritage; I can smell their blood.  Decker wasn't of Russian descent, he just wore cheap cologne that made my nose itch.
“Ms. Nora Blackrock, I am Agent Corbin Decker with MI4.”
“Please, just call me Nora,” I say putting away my headphones and closing the book, “How can I help you?”
“I'm sure you've seen that a special collection of artifacts on loan from the Egyptian government are going to be displayed at the British Museum this week, correct?”
“Yes I have.”
“We believe the artifacts may have potential “magical” properties and currently our magic expert is out with severe injuries and we need someone to assess their threat level.  The main reason for this is our contacts within the special control bureau of Egypt are being extremely tight lipped, giving us a measure of concern.  Not to mention we have over heard chatter from a group of cultists called the Children of Set, who may try to steal these pieces.”
I stand up and realize Decker's my spectacular height of 5'05”, “Do I need to gear up or will my skirt and blouse be efficient enough?”
“We are expecting no problems.”
“Uh huh, well in my experience, when you are expecting “no problems” is when you go locked, cocked and ready to rock, but this is your show Agent Decker.  I'll follow your lead.”
It wasn't long and we were  pulling up the museum's service entrance in three dark SUVs and to be on the safe side I changed into my BDU clothes and sports underwear.  It may seem weird to some, but I like being a girl and having my good clothes and nice underwear get ruined by some monster's “fluids” gets expensive.  The ten MI4 agents accompanying me are dressed in their suits, with bullet resistance vests on and six of them are carrying SA80 rifles and if I'm not mistaken they are the L85A3s.  The other four only seem to be carrying Glock 17 Gen4s; it's crazy how much I know about weapons now.
When we enter the museum one of the other agents asks, “Ms. Blackrock, do you require a weapon?”
I just point to my Special Task Force Unicorn patch and say with a mischievous grin, “I am a weapon.”
He just blinks and it reminds me that I sometimes forget how others perceive me.  This is reinforced when the security guard letting us in just stares at me when I walk by and I can tell he's wondering why a young, beautiful girl is surrounded by these armed men.  I'm no supermodel by any means but I remember Ms. Saint telling me that my natural magic will automatically augment my beauty because Baba Yaga are creatures of deception and my powers have grown.
Within about six steps into the building I feel it, an ancient power, “Agent Decker, there's magic here.”
“You can sense that already?”
“Yes, and if I can sense it from here, I think you may have a potential problem on your hands.”
“Great.  Thompson call HQ and tell them we have confirmation,” orders Decker before turning to me, “Please, Ms. Nora, lead the way.”
I begin walking up the stairs.
“You are not going to use the lift?”
“No, Agent Decker I'm not, because my instructor always said that in the presence of powerful magic entities living or inanimate, using an elevator can be a bad idea.”
I hear one of the other MI4 guys say, “That's bollocks.”
“Bollocks?  I saw this first hand when an elevator ate five MCB agents and it wasn't pretty.  So please, take the “lift,” I'm going up the stairs.”
None of them used the elevator.
The artifacts were already on display, so my investigation of them had to be done through glass.  That didn't make it difficult for me it just took a little more concentration and unfortunately I still haven't mastered keeping my human form intact.  My iron nails smoothly and painlessly slid from my fingertips as I held my right hand up to an ancient bejeweled gold necklace.  It wouldn't be that noticeable except my iron nails are six inches long.
Decker quickly moved to my side, “Is everything alright.”
“It's fine,” I said moving on to a large head piece, “I'm having to inspect these at distance, through glass and tapping my power causes slight changes.  It's nothing to be concerned about, it will make this go a lot faster and it's natural.”
“Apologies Ms. Nora, but I don't see anything “natural” about you.”
I don't know why, but what he said crawled all over me, “Agent Decker.”
“Yes.”
“You might want to consider buying a better cologne because the stench of what you're wearing would give you away to anything “unnatural,” dead or alive.”
“Just get the job done.”
I remember Ms. Saint telling me that regardless of how well I did my job or what evils I crushed there would always be those who viewed me as nothing more than a monster to be eventually killed.  I've experienced this on more than one occasion during my time with STFU, but I love my job despite what douche bags like Decker may think.  I have to stay focused because I feel my power fluctuate....and....I could have sworn that mummified cat just tilted it's head toward me.  No, I think I just imagined it....I hope.
After an hour I eventually come to an ivory urn with the symbol of Set upon it and it feels like I got punched in the face it's oozing with some much dark energy, “Agent Decker!”
He walks over, “What did you find?”
“This urn....whatever is inside, is powerful, very bad and very angry.”
“Is there anything that can be done about it?”
“Maybe, if you promise not to shoot me.”
“You are property of the American government, Ms. Nora, I am not about to cause an international incident.”  
“Good, I'll hold you to that.  Now please, give me some room I need to work.”
Decker backs away a few steps, I close my eyes letting my power stretch itself out and I transform.  My transformation only takes a few breaths and it's no longer painful; it's quick and fluid.  My eyes turn black, my nose extends by six inches, my ears elongate, my skin takes on a yellow-greenish hue, the nails on my other hand extend along with the nails on my toes which is why I wore sandals instead of shoes, I grow eight inches in height but my back arches over and of course my teeth turn to iron.  
“Good lord what are you,” says Decker and I can sense his finger automatically go to the trigger of his weapon along with several other agents.
My voice has taken on a raspy accent, “Please don't insult me, I'm here to help, so please don't shoot me as you promised.”
Decker comes to his senses, “Men, lower your weapons.”
“And to answer your question Agent Decker, I am a Baba Yaga.”
I focus upon the urn and immediately the presence lashes out at me in rage, but I don't resist; I allow it's hate and power to flow over me.  Ms. Saint taught me that direct confrontation is not always the answer and that sometimes there are things that just want to be understood, remembered or released from their pain.  My power begins to intertwine with that of the presence and I begin getting glimpses of a time gone by.  I hear a name, Abayomi and I get glimpses of a temple to Set, a betrayal, a ritual and a soul being bound within the jar to be used as a magical battery.
“I understand....”
“What's going on Blackrock?”
“....you want peace...”
My eyes roll back into my head as I begin to chant a spell Ms. Saint taught me; a ritual to free a trapped soul.  I speak in tongue of the Svartalfar: Soul bound in darkness, hold no longer to your pain, hold no longer to your rage, hold no longer to this world, let go, let go, find your peace and be freed from your chains.
I feel the foul magic of Set fighting against me but it will not succeed today because I'm Nora Blackrock, Baba Yaga and apprentice to Ms. Saint and she hasn't taught me to lose.  A foul shadow forms from within the urn at the same time I feel the soul of Abayomi escaping her centuries of torment.  I sneer and wave my hand incinerating the foul essence.  It shrieks in pain causing the glass to shatter along with the ivory urn setting off the museum alarm and one of Decker's men actually shoots me in the back.
I lurch forward grabbing the podium the urn had set upon to keep from falling over, “OW!  You knuckle dragging moron!”
“Hold your fire you daft bastard,” yells one of the other agents; strange Decker didn't say that.
In seconds I feel the bullets get pushed from my back and the wounds close.  I shift back to my human form and turn back to Decker trying to keep my temper in check, “I'm done.”
“You're done when I say you are.  Finish your sweep.  And someone turn off that damn alarm.”
“No, Decker I'm finished.  That was the threat.  It's over.”
The alarm gets turned off just as Decker moves closer to me, now that I look “normal” again, “Are you sure?”
“There are a few magic talismans but nothing that can be considered a threat or used to hurt people anymore.”
“Did you have to destroy that urn?  It was priceless.”
“And evil.  Look, you brought me along to do a job I did it, threat found and eliminated and yes, the urn was an unfortunate casualty....”
I shut my mouth because I remember I'm a guest here and I may have just caused a big problem in public relations between the UK and Egyptian governments.  I can tell that after seeing me for what I am Decker would have let his men kill me to cover his butt over that urn, so I leave before he decides to do just that.  However, on the way out I notice that mummy cat I thought I saw move...is gone; that can't be good.


The official cover story was some “activists” destroyed the urn and a mummified cat and some crazy guy was arrested for it.  However, I was right, I caused a big problem and because of that I didn't get a chance to work on a degree, let alone a doctorate.  I was packed up and shipped back “across the pond” as they say within two days but it's also how I ended up with my very weird pet.  When I got back home I opened up my luggage to unpack and there curled up on my favorite sweater was a mummy cat.  It stretched, sat up, looked at me and let out a dry distorted and creepy meow.
I had no idea what to do, “Ms. Saint, I got a problem....”

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Monster Hunter: The Blackrock Files Part 2



I hit the mat hard, jarring my head.  Ms. Saint looks on with a disapproving gaze, “Do not forget to perform your break fall.”
“Yes ma'am,” I reply getting to my feet and squaring off against my combat instructor.  When I was thirteen I took some self-defense classes with my mom but it was nothing like this.  My instructor, a half Japanese and Samoan man named Mr. Tody is teaching me Krav Maga, Sambo, Aikido, Judo and Wing Chun and he doesn't take it easy on me.  After watching my body cam footage from my first mission and seeing me stress vomit Ms. Saint decided to intensify my combat training.  So, for the past 13 weeks I have been training with Mr. Tody for 10 to 14 hours a day on Monday, Wednesday and Friday.  On Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday I train for 3 to 5 hours on the gun range and 8 to 12 hours to control my abilities and transformation.
I would love to say that this insane training schedule is too much for me being a sixteen year old girl but I can't; ever since my power awakened....
“Stay focused,” barks Mr. Tody kicking me square in the face.
I hit the mat hard again, but at least this time I did manage to break fall.  My mouth starts to fill with blood and despite my mouth piece I can feel that a few of my teeth are loose; like I said Mr. Tody doesn't hold back.  However, before I even start to get back up my power is coiling under my skin, instinctually molding magical energies healing my mouth, strengthening my teeth and washing away my fatigue.
“Nora, I would hate to think that you are wasting our valuable time and resources training you if all you are going to do is be a living punching bag for Mr. Tody,” says Ms. Saint placing her hands behind her back.
“I'm trying Ms. Saint.”
She holds up her hand, takes off her shoes, gives a slight bow and walks onto the training mats until she is face to face with me, “Try?  I'm sure you tried when your parents were murdered.  I'm sure you tried when you vomited in the field.”
“But I killed those things.”
“Nora, I am talking.  Interrupt me again and you will beg Mr. Tody to save you from me.”
When she says that I see something dark in her eyes and I subconsciously take a step back, but before I can blink she grabs my gee with one hand and lifts me off my feet.
“Let me make one thing painfully clear to you, you are still here because of sheer dumb luck.  Yes, you did as you were trained and you came out the victor, but you lost consciousness.  What if there were more deep ones?  What if your team could not manage?  You are a liability in your current state.”
Mr. Tody stands silently at attention and I can feel tears building in the corners of my eyes.
“You must learn control.  You must develop endurance.  You must embrace your heritage and become the feared monster of legends.  If you do not accomplish these things you will get someone killed whether they are a teammate or an innocent.  This is not a game.  This is for the survival of the entire world.”
She sets me down and straightens my gee.
“Regardless of how you may perceive me, I want you to succeed.  I want to see you annihilate the evil things that prey upon the weak.  You are not weak.  You are Baba Yaga.  Become the monster that I know is within you.”
Ms. Saint walks to edge of the mat, turns back to Mr. Tody, bows before stepping off and leaves the room after picking up her shoes.  Mr. Tody looks at me.
“Mr. Tody, do you think I can...”
“Child, I am only a human and I have defeated horrors with just my hands.  You have abilities beyond mortals and even other monstrosities.  Not to mention you have the potential to live for centuries.  The way I see it, there is nothing you cannot accomplish.”
I don't say anything else.  I return to my fight stance, square off against Mr. Tody and bring up my guard.  Mr. Tody nods and then promptly kicks me in the side of my head because I didn't have my guard up high enough.


I have discovered that there is both an upside and downside to my power.  The upside is I heal extremely quickly, I can actually augment my strength, speed and stamina with it although I haven't gotten the hang of that yet and I can use it to destroy evil stuff.  The downside is I rarely sleep anymore.  If I get two hours I consider that luxury now and the only way I get more than that is if I completely exhaust my magic; which leaves me helpless.  However, since I don't sleep that much anymore all my “downtime” is spent studying per Ms. Saint's orders.  The good thing is that the facility I stay at does have a really good library and since I can't leave without an escort and where I can go is extremely limited, I make the most of it.    
It's 3 am when I go into the library; a two level room with loaded bookshelves on both floors equaling to around 50,000 books, I think.  The main difference with this library is a lot of the books in here can't be found in the “normal” world, because a lot of the agents come here to do research on possible threats.  There are lots of books on monsters of course, but I haven't brought myself to read on the Baba Yaga yet because I honestly don't want to read about how I'm supposed to be snatching babies in the night and eating them.
A huge upside I've found to my power is it somehow makes it easier to learn.  I don't understand how it “works” but since I've been here I've learned French, Spanish, German, Latin, Japanese, Korean and Swedish.  I think tonight I'll start learning Arabic.  I put on my headphones, start playing some Megadeth and head to the languages section.  
I sit down at one of the many reading tables, crack open the book and get to studying.  I'm halfway through the book and have a basic understanding of conversational Arabic in about two hours.  I take a moment to stretch when I realize someone is standing right behind me; I about jump out of my skin and nearly fall out of my chair.
“Easy, I didn't mean to scare you.”
I pull my headphones off and look at this....guy.  He's cute, tall, auburn hair, tanned skin, muscular and I can feel a warmth coming off of his body.  OH NO.  I'm blushing bad.  I need to say something, but it barely comes out as a whisper, “hi.”
“Sorry, I didn't realize you had headphones on, or I would have made sure you seen me before walking up.”
He smiles.  He's got a nice smile.
“I'm Evan, you must be the new girl.”
“yeah...I mean, uh yeah.  I'm...uh, Nora.”  Get it together.  You're not a kid and you've had at least one boyfriend before, although that only lasted about four months.  I have got to stop staring.
“Well, I just wanted to introduce myself.  It makes it easier when you know some of the others working toward PUFF exemption.”
He walks away.  I enjoy watching him walk away, but I feel like a total idiot.  


“Nora, I want you to focus on how the magic flows through you and around you,” says Ms. Saint walking around me, “The more control you have, the better you can ration it in combat and not dump it all at once like a baby taipan.”
“A what?”
“Focus Nora,” she snaps, “A taipan is the most venomous natural snake on the planet.  A single bite from an adult is poisonous enough to kill between 200 and 250 adult male humans.  The good thing is they are very reclusive and live in the deserts of Australia.  However, the baby taipans have no control on how much venom they inject so they dump everything at once, much like you.”
I try to focus on the magic's movement.  It is always easier when I picture myself as a rock in a stream and the magic is the water flowing around.  When I fully concentrate on it, I can feel my transformation coming upon me and the moment Ms. Saint notices she barks, “Enough.”
I stop what I'm doing and I notice her pinching the bridge of her nose.
“Nora, you must learn to utilize your powers in your human form.  You may not always have the luxury of transforming.  I do understand that's it easier, natural, but you must learn control beyond it.  Take a break for now.”
Our magic training room is small, about 20x20, actual stones instead of just cinder blocks, with an old rust colored couch, a desk with a large leather bound book and protective runes carved into the walls, ceiling and floor.  I sit on the couch and take a drink from my water bottle while Ms. Saint opens the huge book.  I can see weird markings and strange inhuman words on the pages and I have learned that is her spell-book.
“Ms. Saint, may I ask a question?”
She doesn't even look up from turning pages in her book, “What is it, Nora?”
“I've noticed the other exemption earners and that each has been given handlers sort of specific to them...”
“I was chosen as your handler because I am extremely adept in magic and knowledge of magic wielding entities such as Baba Yaga.”
“I—I know that Ms. Saint and I'm grateful, but I was wondering what are you exactly.”
She stops, closes the book and stands straight, but she never looks at me, “I am Svartalfar.”
“Svafar?”
She turns around and crosses her arms, “Not Svafar you dolt.  Svartalfar, the dark elves of the Norse.”
Without another word she drops her guise and her skin takes on a hue almost like my hair, so black it's almost blue, but her hair turns stark white and her eyes take on a blood red appearance.  There's a an exotic beauty to how she looks but also something dangerous about it.
“Are you satisfied,” she asks disguising herself once more.
“I didn't mean to make you mad.”
“You did not make me mad.”
“Oh, I was just curious.  I'm trying to learn.”
“I know and that is why I will never be mad about such questions.”
I take another drink of water before asking, “Can I ask about how you got here?”
She sits down on the other end of the couch, slightly turning toward me and placing her hands comfortably on her lap, “How old do you think I am Nora?”
“Uh...”
“It was rhetorical child.  I have been alive since the time before the Vikings and to my knowledge I am one of only twelve Svartalfar still alive.  However, out of that twelve to my knowledge, I am the only one who does not hold the human race in utter contempt.  In my time I have seen and done many acts of violence and charity.  I have performed great nobility and great savagery.  I have created and destroyed.”
“But, why are you here in this place?  With me?”
“Throughout the centuries I have bore witness to the great evils that hide in the veil of shadows, the old ones, dark gods, demons and things so horrible they are beyond description and everyone of them seek to consume, enslave and destroy.  I have also seen the great goods that stand against those evils, sacrificing their very lives to stop the darkness....”
I stay quiet and wait.
“I had a son and at the time he was the exact opposite of my character.  He cared for those I considered to be inferior, lesser beings....he cared for humans.  He even worked at a monastery and “shepherded his flock” as he called it.  Then arose a man, a powerful necromancer by human standards, and besieged the countryside.  My son, came to me for help.  At the time, I saw him as forsaking his heritage, abandoning his birthright and I despised him for it.  I sent him away, cursing his very birth and it was the last time I ever saw my son alive.”
I would love to say that I could see tears in Ms. Saint's eyes but she was still stone faced.
“I could have easily destroyed that necromancer and his pathetic magics, but I was stubborn and unyielding, and yet my son gave his life to stop him.  I realized my folly too late as I held my dead son in my arms.”
“So you became a warrior for good?”
“No child, I retreated deep into the recesses of my homeland, bitter and desolate.  I remained hidden for years contemplating my sons convictions and his death, until I heard the cry of a child.  A small boy was being hunted like a rabbit by a pack werewolves as part of a sick game in my forest.  I killed them and returned the child only to discover that the world had entered an era of global war.  My son gave his life for those who could not defend themselves and my decades of contemplation led me to my current convictions.”
“I knew clearly what my son would choose, so I decided I could not be idle in such a time because the darkness would take full advantage of so much blood and death.  Then through the next few decades I encountered more men like my son and even more like that abominable necromancer.  I knew the world would need powerful defenders and so I have come to be here with you for that very reason.  I see the same convictions in you that were within my son, even if you haven't fully embraced them yet and I want to see you stand as a light against that darkness.”
“Wow, I...I won't let you down.”
“Don't be silly, of course you will child because you are young and full of folly, but if I have anything to say about it, you will live long enough to make me proud.  Now get up, your break is over.”
 
Monster Hunter: The Blackrock Files Part 2

If you like Larry Correia's Monster Hunter series then this is for you. If you are interested in reading the series the books in order are Monster Hunter International, Vendetta, Alpha, Legion, Nemesis, and Siege. There is also the Monster Hunter Memoir series by John Ringo and their order is MHM Grunge, Sinners and Saints. There is also an anthology book named The Monster Hunter Files.

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This is a fan fiction and homage to Larry Correia's Monster Hunter series. I have done a great deal of research into both the monsters and weaponry featured within this story and I hope that I have kept the spirit of Larry's MHI mythos. If you are a fan of his Monster Hunter series I hope that you enjoy this as much as I did writing it.




Monster Hunter: The Blackrock Files Part 1



I have never felt like I fit in and I often wonder how I got here; was it fate, God's will or just some random happenings beyond my control?  I unconsciously touch the patch on my sleeve as Kittie plays on my headphones.  I'm hoping that listening to them will help me calm down before the mission and just thinking about that word, “mission” seems a bit overwhelming.  Who in their right mind would put a sixteen year old girl on a “mission” is beyond me, but it is what it is and I do what I have to, to survive in this “new” insane world.  I nearly jump out of my skin when my “leader” puts her hand on my shoulder.  I pull my headphones out so I can hear and look up at Heather; she has the prettiest red hair.
“You okay Nora, you look out of it.”  
“I'm....thinking.  I—I just got a lot on my mind.”
“I know the feeling,” she says with a gentle smile, “I know you've been through some training but this is the real deal, your first mission. (She looks concerned) Look, Nora just stay behind me and if things get too scary, just hide and I will take care of everything.”
“Okay,” I say when the truck we're on starts to pull out of the hangar.
I wish I could say more than just “okay” but I'm so confused right now and honestly I'm glad Heather's here; she feels more like a big sister.  I always wanted a big sister or I should say I always felt I needed at least two.


That's how this all started really, trying to find out about my family.  I was fifteen, about to graduate high school early and my parents felt it was time I was told that I was adopted from a Russian orphanage.  They went through a Christian adoption agency and managed to get me before the government made it more difficult for Americans to adopt from their country; they showed me all the papers.
It was a little much at first but my mom and dad helped me cope the best they could.  One of the ways they helped was they bought me one of those mail order DNA kits to discover my ancestry.  Dad was real big into that and even had traced his family tree back to an Irish immigrant from Dublin named McHaggis. It all made a little more sense to me why I didn't look like them.
Mom and dad both had light brown hair and brown eyes while I had hair so black it was almost blue and my eyes....my eyes are so light blue they're almost white.  It's strange though, despite how much they loved me....I always knew, I didn't belong to them.  Even at school, I always had this feeling that I didn't belong there among “normal” people.  It was more than just a different taste in music or clothing, no, it was like something under the surface of my skin whispering to me. Of course I didn't understand then, but I do now.
I still remember when I got my DNA results back 12 weeks later and we were all baffled: 19% Scandinavian 23% Slavic 58% Inconclusive/Unknown, but it's also how I ended up on the radar of the Monster Control Bureau.  Apparently the MCB has an entire division that monitors all the DNA tests of these ancestry agencies and they take notice of the “red flags” or monster specific DNA.  The agencies are only allowed to return the “Inconclusive/Unknown” result while the MCB has full disclosure of what you are.  I didn't know it at the time but I suddenly got a few new shadows following me and few more listeners in on my phone calls.
When I discovered all of this I was totally creeped out, but also beyond pissed off!  The MCB let my parents die because they knew about the guy!
I have to calm down.  I can feel it; the power coiling under my skin, wanting to be released.  I put my headphones on and find the song “We Are The Lamb.”  I don't know what it is about the song but it helps calm it and I can feel the power go back to sleep.
I look over at Heather, she's talking to one of the soldiers accompanying us; I don't like them.  I wish Agent Paxton was here.  He's the one who found me in the fire that night, saved my life and the one who ultimately introduced me to Heather.
The night my parents died we had gone to the movies with a youth group from our church and I can still hear them laughing in the car on the way home.  When we got home we didn't know someone was in our house.  They had come in through the back door and our house didn't have an alarm system.  When we walked in the burglar attacked.
My mom and dad both had conceal carry permits and when my dad shot the guy I thought it was over, but he got back up and changed.  In about thirty seconds he ripped out of his clothes, his bones broke, realigned and reformed into monstrous proportions as dark, thick fur covered his body and new wolfish face.  The man robbing us was a werewolf!  But, everything after that gets fuzzy.  I remember seeing blood, my mom screaming, more gunshots and something awakening in me.  
The next thing I can clearly remember was waking up in the kitchen floor, my mouth and hands were throbbing and the house was on fire.  I didn't see my parents anywhere, but the smoke was so thick, I was choking and I thought I was going to die.  Then out of the smoke came Agent Paxton, darked skinned and built like a football player.  He didn't have on any special gear or anything, just his suit and a handkerchief over his mouth, but he found me.  He picked me up in his big arms and carried me outside and then, he saved me again.  The moment he brought me out another agent pulled a gun and was about to shoot me in the head but Agent Paxton stopped him.  By stopping him I mean being more like they got into an all out brawl in my front yard and Paxton knocked the other guy out.
I still don't know why Agent Paxton risked so much to save me, because knowing what I know now, by all rights being an MCB agent he should have killed me.  I still remember sitting in the back of his car while he drove me away from everything I had known.  I was in total shock and didn't say a word as he explained that my parents were dead, that I was special and I could use my “gifts” to “punish” the evil that took them from me.
He took me to another house, a “safe house” as he called it about an hour outside my home town and spent hours on the phone.  I was so numb.  I didn't even know how to feel, but I remember some of the calls were “heated” to say the least but apparently he called in some favors.  The next day a black van pulled up to the house.  More men in suits came in along with a woman named Mueller, who said she was a doctor and that she was going to check me out to make sure I wasn't hurt.
During Dr. Mueller's examine, I remember one of the other men saying that Agent Paxton could be “sanctioned” for what he done.  I'm not sure what that meant but he said that I was worth the risk.  I just hope he was right and that he's okay because after Dr. Mueller finished she gave me a shot.  I remember Agent Paxton telling me everything was going to be alright and he hugged me and everything went black.  
The next thing I know I woke up in a room that was all white like a hospital room.  The bed was not that comfortable and the lights were too bright.  When my eyes finally adjusted I saw a man, who introduced himself as Stricken sitting across from me in a green chair.  I didn't like him and he gave off a real creepy vibe but he calmly and patiently explained to me the true nature of things.  I don't know what it was about that moment, but all the shock and numbness finally lifted and I cried for days.  
Mr. Stricken only came back once more to see me after I had, as he put it “calmed down.”  I think my crying annoyed him. He then told me if I played nice, followed the rules and did what they told me I could earn something called PUFF exemption.  He then explained the exemption by basically saying I was worth around $800,000-$1,000,000 dead because I was related to something called a Baba Yaga and it would keep people from killing me.  I didn't even know how to react to that.
After his little speech I have never seen him again but I was introduced to my “handler”, a woman named Saint, who also made me feel completely inadequate.  Saint is like a supermodel with a perfect figure, tall, blonde hair, gray eyes, wire rim glasses, pointed ears and really smart but with a personality like an iceberg.  She told me that she would perform several tasks: 1. Ensure that I learned to control my abilities for the betterment and protection of mankind  2. To further my education so that I am not a burden to society  3. Train me in tactics and teamwork so that I do not get my fellow recruits killed  4. How to use my feminine attributes to manipulate the weak willed  5. How to ensure mission success no matter the method or cost.
Then it was 12-16 hour training sessions, six days a week for the next six months straight; honestly most days I felt it would be better if I had died with my parents.  However, it wasn't all bad because during my training I met Heather and for the first time since coming here I felt human again.  She helped me to understand the importance of what we were doing and how there were many bad things out there.  I will admit I was freaked out at first about her being a werewolf, but she told me her story and about her boyfriend Earl, MHI and the others who fight the evil things.


I'm snapped out of my thoughts when the truck stops and my stomach goes completely into knots.  I feel like vomiting when everyone starts piling out.  I take off my headphones, leave them in the truck, put in my special ear buds, turn on my bone mic and climb out of the truck.  I nearly fall my legs are so wobbly but Heather catches me.
“Remember, stay behind me.” She points to one of the four soldiers with us,”Rogers, you're her shadow.”
“Got it Red,” he replies moving next to me.  
I wish I could see his face but with all their gear they look like storm troopers, but that's not important right now.  No, I have to calm down and remember the mission briefing.  Our group is to go to the waterfront and investigate a possible cult site.  This is supposed to be a dry run as they called it; an easy op so I can get some field experience.  I still feel like puking.
I look around at the warehouses, stacks of crates and two ships in port...this doesn't seem so awful.  I follow Heather and I notice she is moving cautiously just like in training.  I try my best to mimic her.  I think I'm doing pretty good though because Rogers actually gives me a thumbs up; maybe these soldiers aren't too bad.
We move up to one of the warehouses and Heather motions for me to stay outside.  Rogers shows me how to take cover against the wall and which direction to watch.  I've trained to do this, but my stomach is in knots and I feel like my mind is just blank.  
I jump when I hear in my ear bud, “Clear.  Moving.”  
Rogers motions for me to follow him and we move along the exterior, pausing briefly at the corner to make sure it's clear before moving to the next building.  We hide in the shadows while the others enter.  Then I feel my power awaken, coiling under my skin and my mouth starts to itch....there's something near by.  I move from my position and Rogers motions for me to hold.  I wish I could but this feels instinctual when I start to walk through the shadows, past several crates and then my power reacts with something hidden on the wall; a symbol appears and I immediately know it is unholy.
I push down on my mic, “Red.”
Rogers appears beside me when she replies, “What is it Hex?”
“Something...evil.”
“Rogers?”
“Hex found a glowing symbol.  Looks possible Old Ones.”
“Don't touch it.”
“Like you had to tell me that Red.”
My power begins to coil even harder almost like it's urging me to turn around.  I look behind us out into the darkness and I realize that even though there are street lights scattered throughout the area their light is almost nonexistent, as if the darkness is eating it.
“Rogers.”  My voice is barely above a whisper.
He turns and raises his weapon to his shoulder, “Red.  We have incoming.”
“Get Hex clear.”
This was supposed to be easy, just something for me to get experience.  I feel the evil closing in and I'm scared.  I almost scream when Rogers grabs my arm, “We're moving kid.”
He guides me back to the first warehouse and that's when I hear him fire the first shot; I honestly think I would have been deaf if not for the special ear buds they gave me.  He pushes me behind him just before he opens up, firing round after round into the darkness.  The muzzle flashes give brief hints of the things in the darkness; hideous deformed looking creatures with bulging eyes, scales and claws.  I stress vomit almost covering Rogers' back, but I at least managed to miss him.
There is a howl of savage fury and even more gunfire from our distant left.  I'm terrified.  I feel exactly like the night of my parents death.  Then Rogers cries out and blood sprays across my face as a clawed hand slices into his arm.  
I scream, “NO!”
I feel my power surging and I hear Saint's voice in my head, “What are you doing?  You are not a helpless child.  You are a monster.  Embrace it.  Use it.  And destroy.”
I also hear my dad's voice, “Nora, the only thing that has to happen for evil to win is for a good person to do nothing.”
I hear Rogers cry out again.  I see blood pooling at his feet and the monsters about to overwhelm him.  I unleash my power and let it explode from within.  Instantly I can feel my mouth roar in pain as my teeth are reformed into serrated iron teeth much like a shark's, my finger tails painfully extend into iron claws, my ears and nose extend, my skin takes on a yellowish tint and my near white eyes completely turn black.  During one of our harsher training sessions Saint told me there were few things as feared as a Baba Yaga, powerful witches with the ability to manipulate magic to their whim.  My new eyes allow me to see the magic flowing through these abominable creatures giving them their vile life and just as Saint instructed me, I took hold of it and ignited it.
The creatures erupted into white flames both within and outside of their bodies; 62 in total.  I then look at Rogers and weave the magic around his wounds telling it to knit his flesh back together.  He just stares at me in utter amazement.
I look up when I feel the flow of magic change and I see Heather and the others approaching.  I can tell the other soldiers have some minor wounds as well and just like with Rogers I tell the magic to heal them.  They are dumbfounded but I can see a mix of pride and concern on her face, “Are you okay?”
“I'm fine R....”


I woke up in the back of the truck with my head in Heather's lap, “What happened?”
“You over extended yourself.”
I rub my throbbing mouth and check to make sure my teeth are back to normal, “Is everyone alright?”
“Thanks to you Hex,” says Rogers.  
He has his helmet off and I can finally see his face.  He—he should definitely keep the helmet on.
“What about the monsters?”
“I think the symbol you found was some kind of magical trap that summoned them when we got too close.”
“So, they got away?”
Heather smiles, “Not for long.  We found some clues to what they're up to.  They won't get away.”
I smile and close my eyes because for the first time I feel like I belong.
Monster Hunter: The Blackrock Files Part 1

If you like Larry Correia's Monster Hunter series then this is for you. If you are interested in reading the series the books in order are Monster Hunter International, Vendetta, Alpha, Legion, Nemesis, and Siege. There is also the Monster Hunter Memoir series by John Ringo and their order is MHM Grunge, Sinners and Saints. There is also an anthology book named The Monster Hunter Files.


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Here is my latest work and I do hope you enjoy it.  I don't know how many read or have the Monster Hunter series by Larry Correia, but that is the world this new fanfic is based on.  If you haven't read it I highly recommend it.  If you are interested the books in order are Monster Hunter International, MH Vendetta, MH Alpha, MH Legion, MH Legion and MH Siege.  John Ringo has also written a trilogy in this world called Monster Hunter Memoirs and they are Grunge, Sinners and Saints.  There is also an anthology work called The Monster Hunter Files.  I hope you have a wondrous day and God bless.

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Thx a buch for the watch ^^
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Happy Birthday!
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY!:la:
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Thank you very much. I haven't been on here in FOREVER.
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33 weeks to be exact.
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Wow...it keeps track of me huh. Well as updates go I finished one of my books and I'm working on the sequel.
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Thanks Kajm...I was just thinking that I haven't been on here in a long time.
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