Experiencing

Who: Hunt
Where: His House
When: Morning

Hunt took his security seriously. His house was a perfect example of state of the art home safety. Nothing got in without Hunt's say so. Everything that modern technology could do to make his house a fortress, Hunt had without even giving it a second thought, nevermind he lived in Marquette, which had - until recently anyway - been a sleepy little place. It had just always been his way, as far as he remembered anyhow.

Every door, every window was bolted shut, movement sensors managed the alarm systems. Hunt himself slept in a room that had shuttered windows, the door closed, perfect darkness as he slept in complete security.

And so it was that nothing woke him until his alarm went off. He stretched as the radio clicked in, ready to wake and face another normal day teaching history at MSHS. He rolled over and switched on the light by his bed.

And that was when the attack came, the shadows around his bed striking hard and fast, ready in the darkness. Hunt didn't see them coming - the spell he'd cast over himself making him blind to them. But he wasn't blind to the pain, to the blood, the strike after strike. But he was lucky - as he fell, he knocked the lamp over, smashing the bulb, sending the room back into perfect darkness as he hit the floor, knocking his head and himself unconscious, blood seeping out over the carpet.