My Days in Hell chapter 1

I was created shortly after a history making disaster.

A Vampire, werewolf and  dragon Hybrid by the name of Hunter, murdered many beings in the dimension of my creation.

She murdered many, and for that very reason I was made.

Me, failed experiment, Number 13.

There was a prophecy stating that when the most horrid hybrid was born, The Realm of Myths would soon cease to exist.

The reason for my creation was to track and kill Hunter, by creating a clone from her blood.

But this is a much harder task than it would seem, even with the advanced technology we had.

My fur was black, and my markings red.

I was hostile and unpredictable, therefore locked away where what happened with Hunter, would not happen with me.

I could, however, survive without food, for much, much longer than any other being.

I was trapped in a dark, dank, cell for three years, but I didn't age.

But one day, something...different happened...but considering every day of my life was the same, different was pretty much anything.

"Number 13. We have a mission that we require you to do."

Those very words were my savior, and a smirk creased my face.

"Yes, what is it?"

"A vampire hunter by the name of Kobi has found Hunter, but her she erased her memories, for a reason we have yet to figure out. And he found her in a very far away dimension known as Hyrule. We need you to find her, and do whatever you need to to bring her back."

Finally...the one who has caused all the pain in my life...will face my wrath.