Kamen Rider Chaser Saga: Blood Hunt (Kamen Rider/Bloodborne Crossover) (2024)

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Chapter 2: Leukemia

Mashin Chaser walked out of the hospital building and got his first view of Yharnam.

It truly was a degrading sight. It might have once been a courtyard, but at some point it had been renovated into a graveyard. Tombstones dotted the yard in front of the clinic shared by gnarled mismatched trees.

Mashin Chaser knew that out of all the Roidmudes, he was the one who was the least qualified to understand humans, but a field of graves in front of an abandoned place of healing had very grim connotations in his own opinion.

There were two steel gates on the right and left of the courtyard with the right gate slightly ajar. Given the beasts location in the clinic, had it come from that location? Best to start his mission that way.

With a push of robotic strength, the right gates flung open and Mashin Chaser was greeted to an impressive sight.

The Roidmude first took notice to a most impressive bridge. Enormous in size, the aesthetics of the admittedly few buildings he had seen implied that the bridge was a marvel of engineering for Yharnam's technological level.

Using the bridge as a skyline showed how impressive Yharnam looked in design and in size. While the bridge acted as the crown jewel of the scene, it was only because it seemed to be built upon already impressively sized buildings and although the bridge towered over the rest of the city, rather tall buildings could still be seen in the background. The bridge was connected to what seemed to be a smaller city, with a wall for defense.

A city inside of another city, a testament to Yharnam's former glory and scope.

An axe trying to behead him broke Mashin Chaser out of his analysis. The Roidmude dodged the blow with a technical kind of grace. The attacker this time was some variant of lycanthrope. Unlike Mashin Chaser's first kill, the beast stood on two legs, its form having a passing semblance to a human though that was eclipsed by its brown fur, stretched out arms that held an axe in hand, and a face that was beginning to form a snout.

It also had two pack mates. Though the werewolves wore different outfits, what really stood out were their weapons. The second werewolf held what appeared to be a sawblade while the third held what appeared to be a cane. Had the werewolf picked it up out of instinct?

Mashin Chaser was broken out of his threat analysis by the axe werewolf swinging his weapon again. Mashin Chaser decided that a back step was sufficient to dodge.

Then the axe extended in mid-swing. Mashin Chaser immediately activated a Slowdown to stop the axe from hitting him. Sadly, the Slowdown did not stop the other two werewolves. Both swung their weapons, most likely by luck the transformations activating.

The one who used a sawblades weapon transformed into a cleaver, while the cane users weapon disentangled into a serrated whip.

Mashin Chaser acted quickly, he raised his left hand, the whip wrapping around his Armed Impactor gauntlets. Mashin Chaser then dug his feet into the ground and pulled his arm forcing the werewolf into a contest of strength with the machine.

At the same time, Mashin Chaser grabbed the axe out of the time-slowed leader's hands with his right one, and swung the extended axe at the sawblade user. Mashin Chaser overpowered the werewolf with his new axe knocking, the sawblade out of the beast's unskilled hands causing it to stumble onto the ground.

The whip-wielder then abandoned its weapon in an attempt to crush Mashin Chaser with a charge, but it was met with a rib shattering kick for its troubles, the force of the mechanized blow sending it flying into an abandoned carriage.

It was time for cleanup, Mashin Chaser drew the Break Gunner and fired at the former sawblade-wielders head as it got back up, incinerating its skull with the purple plasma.

The Roidmude then looked at the werewolf who was trapped in his Slowdown. For a second, Mashin Chaser thought that he saw the beasts eye twitch in his direction.

A foolish thought. This land lacks the technology to cancel a Slowdown. Mashin Chaser thought.

He then swung its own axe down onto its neck, killing it.

Mashin Chaser looked at the weapon through his optics in appreciation. He was currently deprived of his favored weapon, the Signal Axe. It was primitive, but perhaps it would be useful for his new mission?

Or maybe I should be more careful… Mashin Chaser thought, as he caught sight of his left Arm Impactors damage from the whip-cane. It was torn from both the werewolf's strength…and the whips sharpness. The damage would repair itself, but it reminded Mashin Chaser that he was in an alternate world, things might not meet his expectations.

Mashin Chaser had hunted four beasts, and if the bridge and micro city were any indication, then the Night of the Hunt would be a long one. Best to start a patrol.

Mashin Chaser walked up an incline seeing a dead civilian on the way up. The beasts must have killed him. Not far away from the corpse there was a lever. With his current location being surrounded by Yharnam's valley, pulling the device seemed to the only option besides backtracking or employing more superhuman feats that could potentially alienate him from his new community…

Mashin Chaser pulled the lever.

A steel ladder fell down from above.

He then started to climb it.

On the way up he heard a scream – or roar, the Rodimude couldn't tell -- that would curdle a human's blood.

Mashin Chaser climbed faster, that was a clear sign that humans might need his aid.

He reached the higher part of the city and saw a lamp in front of a flat. According to his contract such Lanterns would act as transportation to the Hunter's Dream. With a spark created from scraping his armor together, the Lantern was lit, and the Messengers mentoned in the readable parts of the contract appeared beneath the Lantern, a sign of the connection.

"Hello, what are you doing there?" A youthful sounding voice with a noticeable rasp spoke out, then a cough.

Mashin Chaser walked over to the flat's window. The curtains covered it, and the decorations themselves were covered by steel bars, with smoke from an incense burner obscuring things further.

"I'm a Hunter. I'm on a mission to exterminate the beasts." Mashin Chaser explained.

The shadowed figure of the coughing man seemed to look him over. "Well, you're definitely not a local given that outfit, not enough leather, but I digress. I'm Gilbert. A fellow outsider. And you are…?"

"Chase," Mashin Chaser told him. Best not to confuse him with the subtleties of his transformations. "I've just been recruited for tonight."

"Really?" Gilbert said, a hint of disbelief creeping into his tone, followed by a cough. "You must have had a fine time with that task. Yharnam has a special way of treating guests."

"My recruiter did what he needed to too convince me," Mashin Chaser said.

"A special blood ministration, then?" Gilbert asked. "Is that how you move around in that suit of armor?"

"Blood ministration?" Mashin Chaser parroted in confusion.

"You don't know what a blood ministration is?" Gilbert's incredulity temporarily defeated his cough, such was his shock. "Back in its glory days, Yharnam spread the stories of its miracle healing blood far and wide. They were a cocky lot, said that they could heal anything; that they had a true panacea. By the time I had come to this city, blood had become a way of life. They don't even have alcohol anymore."

"Then what about you, Gilbert? If Yharnam's blood has such power, why is your body so sick?" Mashin Chaser asked.

Gilbert sighed. "I wish I knew…I was getting better thanks to the blood, but then I started to have some form of remission, and the Healing Church abandoned me here…now I'm too sick to even move."

Mashin Chaser perked up at that. "I could try to find a place to relocate you too. The other side of the valley."

"No, no, I've accepted my fate, I'm done with the Church and I don't want to be near them. You should do your job, Chase."

"My mission is to protect humans. I could be a Hunter by guarding your home fo-" Mashin Chaser began, but Gilbert cut him off.

"No, Chase. I'm flattered that you really care, but you shouldn't waste your efforts on a walking corpse like myself. That effort should be focused on more viable pursuits like surviving the night. I think this town is cursed. Use your care for yourself and leave town when the nights over. Get out while you still can."

Mashin Chaser's mind whirred. He knew that he wasn't the most emotive individual but Gilbert saw that he cared. He felt something at the injustice of a human being like Gilbert in such a precarious position. It wasn't like heartbreak, or the recklessness that overcame him during Shinnosuke's temporary demise, but it burned.

"…Do you feel nothing about your fate? A burning feeling?"

"I lived longer than I should have thanks to the blood. Now that the end is coming, I don't see the point in wasting energy by being outraged about the indignity of it all and you shouldn't either. But still, thank you for your kindness. Just don't waste it on the wrong person in this town. Yharnamites aren't a friendly lot." Gilbert said.

"I'll keep that in mind."

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Mashin Chaser continued westward, deeper into the City of Blood. The state of Yharnam showed that the hospital he had awoken in acted as a microcosm for the city as a whole. The stone streets were ripped asunder, with an abandoned carriage always in sight, and the tall, Victorian buildings that acted as the centerpiece of the city seemed to have been prematurely worn down.

Even worse were the roads. Mashin Chaser was able to brave the traffic in the streets of Tokyo without effort, but the design of Central Yharnam was somehow even more slapdash and nonsensical. For such grand architecture, the streets were abysmally planned out. He had encountered many dead ends and dead bodies in said locations. Mashin Chaser did not know if they were citizens or his fellow Hunters who made up the bodies, but their mauled forms showed that it wasn't the criminal element that caused their demise like back home.

On some of the corpses Mashin Chaser found vials of blood or crystalized jewels. Despite how distasteful such an act was, Mashin Chaser took them for himself. Maybe one of the vials held a miraculous healing blood that could help Gilbert? Or he could find some form of law enforcement that could return them to their families?

He had also…resituated a couple of belts. Tying them over his armor to act as a bandolier to carry his axe, vials, and the strange crystals.

Mashin Chaser was currently dealing with the consequences of the poor street design and the vulnerability caused by looting. Luckily, his newest foe was also loud.

The newest monster looked vaguely like a human if his – or her – mutations hadn't exaggerated their proportions to point of grotesqueness. Giant in size, the cloak it wore failed to hide said ugliness. And even more importantly the brick it carried as a bludgeon ready to crush the Roidmude's head.

Mashin Chaser immediately fired his Break Gunner, the technological weapon unleashing its payload fast enough to hit before the giant could finish its swing sending it back.

Mashin Chaser walked closer to his target and pointed the Break Gunner at the giant and prepared to fire the finishing salvo – until a dog jumped him from behind, biting one of his exoskeleton's cables.

The Roidmude dropped his the Break Gunner in a panic and ripped the dog off his body. It was truly a mangy beast. Its brown fur wild and disheveled. Its mouth drooling and eyes glazed over as it bared its fangs.

It definitely didn't have rabies. But this didn't matter to Mashin Chaser right now. It had the strength to pierce his combat form, it had to go so he could better protect the humans of Yharnam.

With a sharp blow to the neck and some quick footwork the rabid dog died before it could recover.

Then a bullet impacted onto his Violet Guard breastplate. The impact of the bullet dented the metal, the damage activating Mashin Chaser pain synthesizers letting out a grunt of pain. He looked to the direction of the bullet and saw more werewolves coming his way. They were more human than the previous three targets, but their hair was turning into fur, they had abnormally thick nails on their hands, and their arms were abnormally long. They wielded a mixture of torches, pitchforks, wood axes, and scimitars as well as guns. The weapons didn't look as well made as the transforming weapons as his earlier adversaries, but there were a lot of them.

Even worse there some of them had brought rabid dogs with them and there were two more of the grotesque giant monsters exactly like the one Mashin Chaser had just shot, they hung around the lycanthropes like a pair of minions.

They were like a pack or a mob. Mashin Chaser couldn't tell.

He was then brought out of his threat analysis by the first giant minion getting back on its feet to charge Mashin Chaser.

Mashin Chaser looked at where his dropped Break Gunner was. This will be a difficult retreat,

Mashin Chaser ran forward at the first minion, the mob firing their guns at him. No longer distracted the Roidmude effortlessly weaved through the archaic bullets. He swung his axe into the large minion's stomach drawing a spray of blood and then kicked it into the mob. The attack was a success and Mashin Chaser took the opportunity to regain his main weapon and transformation device.

Mashin Chaser was not given a chance to strategize once more, being forced to dodged a thrown axe as well as a dog's lunge.

A rush it was then, Mashin Chaser then made a jump to a nearby buildings wall, and he then used his momentum to make another jump on the wall sending him flying above the mob, he pulled the trigger on the Break Gunner sending out a spray of suppressive fire, the spray hitting some of the mob. The distraction did its job and Mashin Chaser landed on the other side of the street.

Now the mob was cornered in an alley way.

Would a human smirk at turning the tables in such a way? Mashin Chaser thought to himself.

He raised the Break Gunner while thinking. Best to not risk physical combat. And fired.

And fired.

And fired some more.

He didn't even need a Slowdown, they ran to their deaths like wild animals.

It was like a one man execution squad.

Blood rained through the streets.

Mashin Chaser felt something…wrong at such a wanton slau-termination, yes, termination was the correct terminology.

It's because these beasts look more like people. That's why my programming is causing such a unagreeable sensation. Mashin Chaser thought to himself.

Before the Roidmudes internal debate could continue one of the giant minions got back up and charged once more. Mashin Chaser simply punched it through the face. His fist ripping through its deformed head. Drenching his hand in blood.

Mashin Chaser removed his fist from its corpse and looked his bloody hand over for any damage. Roidmudes never bled in combat. That must be it. A machine lacks such a metaphor for life. It triggers my justice programming.

He had destroyed Roidmudes; his own kind, and had never felt this…unnerved.

Anger. An emotion that was far more familiar to him thanks to all the brainwashing and conflicting loyalties.

I can't worry. I must complete my mission. Protect the humans of this city. Fulfill the contract to return home. After all…

…Fighting is the best way for a prototype like me to work with humans. I've accepted that.

Were the last thoughts he gave to the skirmish.

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Mashin Chaser continued his dusk run through Central Yharnam. Luckily, the beasts didn't manage to gain the advantage of surprise once more – barring an incident with a murder of obese crows hiding in some boxes. Any other opposition Mashin Chaser fought fell to his axe, fists, kicks, or Break Gunner.

After, many, many, many dead ends Mashin Chaser finally managed to reach the first landmark of Yharnam he had seen: the Great Bridge. He planned to scout the area and then check back with Gehrman for a map of the city.

Mashin Chaser walked past through the bridges first archway – and shot a murder of obese crows out of the sky as they tried to jump him.

Then the real threat attacked.

A Scourge Beast jumped from behind one of the bridges abandoned carriages prepared to rip the Roidmude's throat out. Mashin Chaser strafed to the side to dodge…only to get hit in the head by a bullet disorienting him and allowing the Scourge Beast to knock him down.

The wolf monster let out a breath of what could be considered satisfaction as it moved its snout into position to bite Mashin Chaser's neck.

Only for Mashin Chaser to grab its snout with both of his hands and twisted. The Scourge Beast's head turned to a fatal angle, blood dripping out of its mouth as it died.

There was no triumph, as the sniper took its chance to fire another round from its gun scoring another headshot. Luckily the Nightmare Helm provided the needed defense despite the odd design. Still, Mashin Chaser was disoriented again letting the rest of the Great Bridge's occupants have a head start.

Mashin Chaser heard the snarls of more Scourge Beasts. One, two, three, four, five of them. He'd only fought them one on one before, never in a pack.

Then one of the giant minions decided to charge swinging its brick wildly.

Mashin Chaser was grateful for such incompetence. With a roundhouse kick he snaked past its over-extended guard and kicked the minion away and sent it flying at the head Scourge Beast, ruining the packs cohesion.

The sniper took its chance for a third attack, but Mashin Chaser was ready this time. He activated a Slowdown stopping the bullet from being a threat. The silver casing glinted against the setting sun, giving away the sniper's position to be the Great Bridge's second archway.

Mashin Chaser returned the favor with a double tap from the Break Gunner. The werewolf sniper falling off the archway dead, blood spilling from its headless neck.

He didn't get a chance to decide how he felt about such a kill as three of the Scourge Beasts charged. Another Slowdown ruined the assault.

But the distraction was a success.

The two other surviving Scourge Beasts attacked Mashin Chaser from behind. One bit his left hand which held the Break Gunner while the other tackled his body to the ground. Mashin Chaser let out a scream of pain, his right arm flailed wildly impacting onto the Scourge Beast's skull, crushing it in an explosion of blood and gore like the giant minion from before. Blood dripped off his good hand as he drew his axe and swung it at the Scourge Beast who tackled him. It leaped backwards to dodge.

Mashin Chaser extended the axe, ensuring the hit. The axe-head impacted onto the Scourge Beast's forehead and sunk in, killing it.

Mashin Chaser then turned his attention back to the three Scourge Beast's trapped in the Slowdown. The Roidmude could imagine the three beasts trying to move their heads to glare at him.

Without hesitation, he decapitated both of them with his axe. Their empty eyes managing to widen before he did so.

Mashin Chaser looked over the corpses of his victory. It was becoming clear that while his new enemies were less powerful and intelligent than the Roidmudes, they still possessed a low cunning, a disturbing penchant for brutality, and no regard for their lives as long as they got to hurt something that wasn't their own kind.

His left hand could attest to that.

He examined the damage. The purple Violet Guard had been chewed off revealing the silver metal of his true, Proto-Zero body, but the hand was still functional.

Still, I now have a weak point. Mashin Chaser thought to himself as he walked through the bridge. Yharnam was chipping him away. A chance to repair himself in the Hunter's Dream would be coming up soon. He just had to finish his self-decided mission.

This is the first time I've decided my own mission parameters, Mashin Chaser realized as he walked closer to the walled off city at the end of the Great Bridge.

Mashin Chaser didn't get the chance to further realize his epiphany.

A familiar cry was let loose through the crimson sky.

Something leapt over the wall from the other side. A horrible monster of fur, muscle, and bones. A hulking mass that towered above the rabble. A shadow that eclipsed the sun like a full moon from its sheer size.

And it landed right in front of Mashin Chaser.

It stood tall and proud. Its body was gargantuan easily towering above the minions Mashin Chaser had slain and was almost as tall as the walls of the inner city. It stood with a terrible pride in a stance like a gorilla's. Its body covered by a thick shroud of fur helping to block out the setting sun. The fur flowed about with a manic energy, almost like a symbol of madness. Its lower body was streamlined and well-muscled; like a cheetah's. Despite its monstrous body its rib cage acted as its only true imperfection, it had not properly grown to the beast's girth, crushing its chest with its improper size like how a master would pull a dog's leash as an eternal punishment to its unnatural existence.

Its arms represented strength. The right one bulging with muscles that not even its billowing mane could cover up. The left arm was much thinner, its muscles coiled like a whip. Power and strength lay in its gnarled, red, claws, ready to shred the Hunter and turn it into prey.

The Cleric Beast's faceless gaze centered on Mashin Chaser, its skull having grown over it to better protect it with its spiked horns and roared.

"ARRRRRRRRGGGGAAAAAHHHHH!"

It was a true beast above the mutts. An alpha predator on the Hunt. A beast that had become a monster. And it would use all of its power and fury to grind Mashin Chaser into a pile of slag.

As Mashin Chaser gazed upon the Cleric Beast's form with his optics, constructing a strategy to slay the beast he, against all odds, stumbled, as he felt a jolt of something run through his head.

The Cleric Beast immediately capitalized on such weakness by swinging its gargantuan right arm down to crush the machine underfoot. Mashin Chaser immediately righted himself and ran ahead at full speed to dodge the blow.

He was right to do so. The Cleric Beast's strength creating a crater where its fist impacted, scattering the remaining bricks as debris.

Mashin Chaser took his chance and swung his axe, fully extended, at the Cleric Beast's leg.

The Cleric Beast proved is reflexes on par with its strength, despite its size it strafed to the side, dodging the blow and its left hand snaked forward ready to slice the machine to bits.

Mashin Chaser would not fall to such a setback and instead jumped over the Cleric Beast's speedier arm and over its back regaining the larger battleground and fired the Break Gunner. The Cleric Beast simply brought up its right arm to block. The plasma burning though its mane but failing to do meaningful damage to is body.

Mashin Chaser let out a growl of dissatisfaction. Whatever the Cleric Beast was made of, it was thick enough to make the damage caused by his plasma bolts be negligible.

The Cleric Beast dashed forward, swinging both of its claws outward into a flurry of slashes. Undeterred by the furious assault, Mashin Chaser merely ran backwards, having plenty of space on the bridge to give up. To finish the assault, the Cleric Beast readied its muscular right hand, forming a powerful fist, and smashed.

This time, the Great Bridge shook from the force of the blow.

But it wouldn't stop Mashin Chaser. The Roidmude charged forward without fear, capitalizing on the rabid beast's overextension, axe fully extended and slashed.

Blood marred the broken street as it sprayed out of the Cleric Beast's left hand, it had managed to protect its body at the last moment with its quicker left arm. Its whipcord muscles softening the blow.

Then it brought the rest of its girth down on Mashin Chaser. Desperate to escape, Mashin Chaser ran under the Cleric Beast's legs, cornering himself by going closer to the inner city's walls.

The Cleric Beast scrambled to regain sight of its prey, turning around, it swung its swifter left arm out wildly, the cut already clotting. Mashin Chaser ran at the opposite direction of the left claw, trying to regain the better side of the battleground. The Cleric Beast saw what he was doing, and pivoted its waist, twisting mid-lunge to slash Mashin Chaser with its right arm.

There was no other option. It was too fast for a Slowdown. Both succeeded. Mashin Chaser had made it past the Cleric Beast, regaining the better side of the bridge, but he was not unscathed. Sparks shot off his exoskeleton from the claw marks that now marred it. His torso would be compromised from now on.

The Cleric Beast wasn't ready to abandon its advantage. Another haymaker was delivered from its right arm.

This time Mashin Chaser met it head on. His axe was held in both hands, fully extended. And swung it with all his strength. Back when he first accepted the identity of Mashin Chaser, it had granted him the power of seven tons of force in each arm. Medic had made it stronger still. And that strength was used to dig into the Cleric Beast's right arm and divert the blow.

Abandoning his weapon to continue onward, Mashin Chaser raised his fists and jumped into the air, punching the Cleric Beast in the face with his multi-ton force fist. Its head jerked back from the force of the blow, spit and blood flying out of its mouth.

Then Mashin Chaser came down in a spike, his combined fists smashing into the Cleric Beast's skull knocking it into the ground.

As the beast collapsed as the combo was finished with a dropkick to its skull, cracking it and drawing blood.

Mashin Chaser stared at the downed beast, and then looked at his axe embedded into its arm. He walked over to his weapon, and pulled it out of the Cleric Beast's grotesque appendage and was rewarded with a spurt of blood as the axe was removed. He hefted the axe over his shoulder, and turned his attention to the beast's neck.

"The neck will be the best part to end things," Mashin Chaser decided, lifting his axe overhead, ready to make the swing that would behead the obstacle to his mission.

Then the Cleric Beast woke up and the situation changed.

Faster than should be possible, the Beast moved. No, it frenzied. Its body flailed around, too fast to be perceived as it righted itself, almost like a hurricane of fur and rage, the bridge sparking when its claws scraped the road. The shifting mass and wild claws forced Mashin Chaser to back away in shock, a familiar emotion from whenever Drive or Mach pulled out a new weapon to fight him during his days as the Shinigami.

But even with Mashin Chaser's experience with the emotion he couldn't react fast enough.

The Cleric Beast's massive shoulder slammed into him, sending the Roidmude flying back. The Cleric Beast's frenzy continued as it rushed up to Mashin Chaser, its larger hand ready. Mashin Chaser was as well, his axe raised to block the claw. He had matched its strength before, he could do it again, was his belief.

He was wrong.

The frenzy had empowered the Cleric Beast's strength, Mashin Chaser's axe being batted away, and the force of the blow this time knocking Mashin Chaser onto his back.

The Cleric Beast attacked to finish regaining the initiative, leaping high into the sky, it raised both its fists to the setting sun like a perverse form of prayer and came down harder than ever before.

This time, Mashin Chaser deployed his best weapon; the Slowdown, to stop the Cleric Beast's assault in its tracks.

He decided to wait until the exact moment where it would become in reach. There, helplessly hovering above the ground, Mashin Chaser would behead it. A risky trick, but doable.

He waited for the exact right moment as the Cleric Beast came down, and…now.

The Slowdown activated.

The Cleric Beast was still moving in the slowed time. It was still slowed but gravity still pulled it to the ground at an acceptable speed instead of being borderline frozen in a distortion in time.

"Ho-?"

The Cleric Beast didn't let Mashin Chaser finish. Both of its monstrous arms punched him, the attack utterly brutal. Mashin Chaser was sent flying back into Central Yharnam from the sheer force of the blow smashing through two of the bridges archways as he did so, the sculpted rock breaking into broken stones and pebbles from the power of the impact. Mashin Chaser fell through the air and then smashed through the roof of one of Central Yharnam's many dilapidated houses crashing through its second floor and then smashing into the house's wall.

Mashin Chaser looked around where he landed. It hurt to even turn his neck, his exoskeleton was once again torn open – burst open like a tin can -- sparks flied off his body because of his damaged systems… and the blood.

There was so much blood.

What? But I'm a machine, I do not bleed.

Mashin Chaser thought to himself. He couldn't truly bleed like the humans do. It was merely some coolant from his human guise leaking through from the damage.

Mashin Chaser inhaled deeply underneath his mask. If he was deluding himself into thinking he was human, then maybe catching his breath would help?

Instead he coughed up blood. The flavor of life seeping through his mouth. Coppery…no, he couldn't decide on a taste. But it…It was something.

The liquid of life running through his mouth, even though it was somehow inside of his body…it tasted so…right.

He couldn't analyze it. He couldn't quantify it. He couldn't make proper sense of it with any program or lesson. Any form of logic was pointless in opposition to what the blood made him feel.

He needed more.

Mashin Chaser looked to his damaged chest and saw that his bandolier was ripped, but intact. As well as the blood vials attached to them, also still perfectly intact.

Yharnam doesn't just care about blood more than alcohol. They care more about it than people if its containers are so robust. But Mashin Chaser didn't care, he wanted to try proper blood!

"ARRRRRRRRGGGGAAAAAHHHHH!" A familiar cry was heard, unimpeded by the destroyed house that acted as Mashin Chaser's refuge knocking him out of his reverie.

What was I thinking? Mashin Chaser thought to himself, struggling to stand despite his wound. The blood doesn't matter, whatever cerebral damage I have been inflicted with doesn't matter. I have to focus on the mission and…

"Kill that thing!" Mashin Chaser shouted to himself, trying to stand. It didn't go so well. His knees buckled and Mashin Chaser fell to the ground once again.

He didn't know how long he laid on the house's floor, bleeding out. It was a bad situation, the fight having dragged on for too long was merely the first step to his sorry state. Besides the beast's bizarre resistance to Slowdown he didn't have a Viral Core or Shift Car to perform an Execution Break or Full Throttle with, prolonging the fight even more. Battle with the Cleric Beast had proven grueling and tedious.

A lower pitch growled sounded out from near the house. Mashin Chaser's outburst had worked against him. The Cleric Beast was coming.

It would soon find him in the debris, helpless and ripe to slaughter. Mashin Chaser tried to stand again, but a disconnect from his waist joints to his legs stopped him.

It wouldn't matter if I could empower myself with emotions like a complete Roidmude. My spines broken. Was the Roidmude's grim insight.

The Cleric Beast's stride became louder. It was like the thrums of a dying engine, the finality of the sounds reminded Mashin Chaser of Banno. Of death.

After killing him the Cleric Beast would continue its rampage through Yharnam, the other Hunters might eventually kill the beast, but how many people would die in the mean time? People like Gilbert? It was so unjust. He was designed with a perfect sense to enforce justice. That was his purpose to protect the humans. It would be an indignity for them to die, it was irritating. Angering. An outrage.

He wished he could feel such righteous outrage.

These thoughts caused something cold to flow through Mashin Chaser's mind. It gave him clarity. With this new perspective of the world could see better now, even with the blood. Then it became red hot. Hotter, burning. It felt good. It gave him a different clarity, of sight and of mind. He immediately began to rip his mask off. "I won't die!" The Nightmare Helm was removed and he uncorked a blood vial and downed it in one go.

Mashin Chaser found it easy to stand once more, his pain receptors were flaring, but he could stand again. He could fight again. The mission was within acceptable parameters once more.

Mashin Chaser looked at another blood vial. Maybe it was time to exceed parameters?

"Against such a threat not being at my most optimal is foolish." he said to himself, bringing another blood vial to his mouth with his damaged hand and downed its contents.

This time, the bloods effects were far more noticeable. Mashin Chaser's repair functions kicked into overdrive, his armor repaired and sealed itself to near perfect condition, and the greatest symbol of damage now was the red stains that covered his body, a sign that the blood that now flowed through Mashin Chaser's body was real.

Mashin Chaser pulled out a third vial to finish the restoration. Then the Cleric Beast burst through the wall, masked by the Roidmude's euphoria. Its size caused it to rip the wood of the house apart like toothpicks, its body set into a deadly lunge and tackled Mashin Chaser through the house and into another one.

Mashin Chaser felt the red rush run through his body again. You will die he promised.

They then crashed into a new house Mashin Chaser landing on his back once more, the Cleric Beast standing over head, its right arm raised for the death blow.

Mashin Chaser let out a roar of rage, rising up for a haymaker to the face which landed on the Cleric Beast's snout, sending it reeling back, blood and teeth spit out of its mouth. Mashin Chaser then curved his body for a roundhouse kick knocking the Cleric Beast through the house's other wall creating a sickening snap and a hole.

Faster than before the Cleric Beast lunged back into the house grabbing the Roidmude once more. Mashin Chaser response was ruthless, both arms reached out the monster's cracked ribcage and pulled with his multi-ton strength. Like a perverse piñata the Cleric Beast was ripped open blood spilling onto Mashin Chaser's uncovered face.

The Cleric Beast's response was just as cruel, tightening its hold mid fall, Mashin Chaser's body cracked like being shoved into a vice, blood leaking from his body once more. The Cleric Beast then smashed into another house lifting Mashin Chaser up for the fatal squeeze.

Mashin Chaser responded with an enraged yell, the stoic machine gone. With new strength Mashin Chaser forced the Cleric Beast's claw to open breaking its fingers like twigs. As the beast recoiled from its ruined hand Mashin Chaser made his own lunge and with one final burst of strength Mashin Chaser lifted his dazed quarry up and threw it out of the house through another wall and into another house returning the favor

Tactics had failed and brutality had overcome Mashin Chaser. With a primal roar the Roidmude began to run in for the kill. With a savage haymaker the Cleric Beast's head twisted to an unhealthy angle, the haymaker sending the beast twirling off balance and through the house's wall once again.

Mashin Chaser followed it into the house to finish the job. He found the Cleric Beast charging, embraced by another frenzy.

Mashin Chaser decided to take it head on. Mashin Chaser grabbed the Cleric Beast by the horns; the monstrosity trying to drag him along. Mashin Chaser felt his arms creak, his blood boiling.

Rage! Rage! More rage! His blood roaring Mashin Chaser ripped the Cleric Beast's horns off – the pain causing it too recoil in shock – and immediately tried to impale it with its own horns in a wild fury, but it managed to fall out of the way, regaining its footing the Cleric Beast capitalized on Mashin Chaser's overextension and managed to hit Mashin Chaser with another haymaker, its fingers broken, the blow lacked a razors edge, but the force breached Mashin Chaser's armor as he was sent flying a second time, his blood bleeding out once more.

Mashin Chaser landed closer to the Great Bridge and before he could get back up found the Cleric Beast almost upon him. Its speed fueled by desperation and smashed Mashin Chaser deeper into the ground, crushing the street beneath him, and causing more blood to leak out of his exoskeleton from the damage.

"Argh!" Mashin Chaser let out a cry of pain and rage and scrambled to roll out of the way, only to find the quicker left arm ready to impale him, piercing his Violet Guard and spilling far more of his blood than was safe for a human.

Pain. Pain will be fuel. The raging machine thought with resolve.

In spite of his impalement Mashin Chaser rose up, heedless of the damage and swung his fist with all his might embedding his arm into its chest, smashing the Cleric Beast's ribcage causing a its blood to spill onto him.

Mashin Chaser then tackled the Cleric Beast onto its back and with one, final blow his fist created a bloody mess as it impaled the Cleric Beast through the head, exiting from the other side, covered in blood. Mashin Chaser removed his arm from the Cleric Beast's destroyed head, letting its corpse fall onto the ground.

Mashin Chaser let a new feeling spread over him; euphoria. It was a rush he never felt from terminating other Roidmudes, it was like what Kiriko made him feel. His blood was singing in joy. He was over the moon. He wanted it to rise.

Then he began to bleed. His wounds catching up to him. Mashin Chaser's transformation faded, leaving only Chase, as the darkness claimed him and footsteps approached him.

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