My name is William Anthony Rawson.  People call me Will.  I would say that my friends call me Will, if I had any but I don't.

I should start this off by telling whoever reads this that I don't normally do this.  I don't like writing anything down.  I think it's for the weak and the sentimental.  But, I remind myself that I'm not doing this for me.  I'm writing this for those who went before me.  I owe them that much.

To start, I guess it is only proper by telling you how I got involved with all this.  I was a quiet child growing up.  An only child from parents determined for perfection in their only son.  They demanded much from me in regards to schooling.  Good grades.  That's what they wanted from me.  They didn't care much about me having a social life, so most of the things people grow up learning, I was left wanting.  Out of rebellion or just because it's in my nature, I learned to keep my emotions to myself.  I learned to feel nothing and to expect nothing from them any anyone else.  I hated the world because everyone was so happy, except me.  

When the time came for me to go off to college, I took it upon myself to find somewhere away from my parents and that life I lived with them.  I wanted no part of their quest for perfection which dissapointed them to no end.  Their dissapointment was my private delight.  To hear my father rant about how I was going to amount to nothing for going to a small campus with little accolades was the most satisfying feeling I had ever felt up to that point.  So, with a stony gaze and a short goodbye, I left and moved to a city in Georgia known as New Bremen.  There, my life changed forever.

To say I recieved an education would be an understatement, though it was not the education I had expected.  What I did learn was that the world I lived in was a lie.  Not the easy lie of seeing homeless on the street or rampant drug use.  No, what I learned in that place was that there was indeed a boogyman and he didn't just want to scare me or hurt me.  He wanted to kill me.  And there was more.  There are monsters out there in the dark places of the world.  Monsters with claws and fangs, waiting patiently for the unsuspecting to fall into their traps to be eaten alive and sacrificed on alters to demons and dark entities which have no names.  Yes, there are creatures out there in the night who want to feast on your blood and tear you limb from limb.  All this and move was revealed to me.  It's a wonder I did not lose my sanity in the first few moments of that revelation.  But forces I never knew existed were with me and helped me battle the evil I saw before me.  I don't know why I did it.  I cared nothing for the world at that point, and the sickening evil before me was more intent on killing the helpless old woman in front of me in that quiet night in the market.  Yet something inside me woke up and made me want to help her.  Was it these unknown gods who gifted me?  Was it just my inner self coming out of it's shell I had constructed years ago?  I'll never be sure, but I am sure that on that night, I stood up to evil and evil could not face me.  I can't remember if I killed it (there have been so many deaths attributed to these hands, there is no way I can remember them all) but I do know that I kept the innocent woman from harms way that night.  Odds are she became a casualty some other night.

Gifted, yes. Powers I never knew existed where my to command.  But there was a price.  A heavy price to pay for this power and while I didn't know it at the time, the price was yet to be paid.  My awakening also opened another long forgotten door to my life.  For the first time ever, I met people and they accepted me into their ranks.  I had never felt accepted before.  People usually just ignored me and those who I felt got too close could be easily turned away with a biting comment or a baleful glare.  Not these people, though.  They knew me.  They understood me.   And, despite my best efforts, I came to rely on them.  Within a years time, I learned to care for them as much as they cared for me.

Emma.  Sweet Emma.  So gentle, yet full of strength that she could never see within herself.  She was the first of many who took me in and helped me to understand this new world I found myself thrust into.  Greg.  I honestly never understood the concept of love until I met him and found myself attached to him.  He was like the brother I never knew I wanted so badly in my life.  I wanted his respect and his approval.  No, I needed it.  The idea of dissapointing him became a painful sensation that I was loathe to experience.  Seth.  I never understood why he so looked up to me.  I never felt worthy of that kind of attention.  His constant questions and his personality grew on me and I couldn't see how I had spent years without someone like him in my life.  George.  Who I respected and admired and always hoped he felt the same way towards me.  I never told him how grateful I was for his help.  And Kirsten.  My love.  I can close my eyes and still smell her hair and see her smile.  Sometimes I can even feel her arms wrapped around me and still I cannot help but wonder how it came to be that I would fall so helplessly in love with one person.  Yet I did and I do not regret it.  So many faces.  So many names.  All of them, gone now.  All gone.

I hold the memory of those times close to my heart.  So close, I do not let anyone else see them.  But now, I want the world to know and all those who will come after me when I breathe my last that these were good people!  People who loved so much that they taught this blind man how to see.  I think of them and I become angry.  I am angry at the cruel twist of fate how the darkness in some strange way, gave me this wonderful life with these wonderful people, and at the same time took it away from me, leaving me alone in the darkness.  

Alone.  But not giving up.  

I wonder if the madness has started within me.  The same madness that took Greg and took the others one way or another.  It doesn't matter.  They're all dead now.  They left me alone to fight this never ending battle.  To die without them.  I buried my wife, my best friend, and my brother all in the same day.   Cut down by the madness that takes us all eventually.  Kirsten and Seth were unlucky.  They didn't know Greg was as far gone as he'd become.  A part of me wishes I had never gone back to New Bremen after my rescue in New Orleans.  Perhaps it would have been better had I died there instead of having to live this hell I was abandoned in.  I don't blame Greg.  I blame the nameless ones that gave us these powers and the truth that became too much to bare.  It may have been his hand that dealt the killing blow to my wife and my friend, but it was the madness inside him.  Not Greg.   Not the Greg I knew.  The Greg I knew was the one that I hunted down, confronted and, in a final moment of sanity, handed me his gun and said his final words.  Words I will never forget, even after death. 

"You know what you need to do."

I knew.  Even if I didn't want to do it, I knew.  The shake in my hands betrayed my feelings of sorrow and loss as I raised the gun to his head.  I remember the complete silence of the moment as if even the gods held their breath.  The silence that I broke with the thunder of a prized gun that he gifted to me in that final moment of his life.  I loved him like a brother.  And it was right that I gave him the release he so desperately needed.

Now, I hunt alone.  Finding the rots and the demons hiding in the crowds.  I seperate them and dispatch them with no passion to my work.  It's what I do.  I am a hunter.  I hunt.  I deal death to the evils of the world in the hopes that I can make this world I once cared nothing for a better place.

My name is William Anthony Rawson.  I will be dead before I am 28.

(Authors note: I did this more to just remind myself of this character since I've been drafted into guest starring in someone's hunter game and they want Will there to help the newbies.  I needed to backtrack and get myself back into the mindset of who Will is and what he's been though.  As an aside, I thought some of you may enjoy hearing it.  There'll be more coming soon, though.  I have a lot to keep up with.)