Hataru
Hataru paused in the darkness of what was once the master bedroom in RavenWood Manor. He had changed it long ago after the family passed, into something more of his liking. It was around midnight he guessed, and sleep evaded him for yet another night. He wondered what the experiments would be doing at this time of night, most would probrably be in bed by now, but he had a feeling a few others would be roaming the halls. He crossed to the window, and pulled the curtain back just enough to look out at the growing moon. It would be full tomorrow, and he was planning a trip into town to check out the morgue. He would go at night as to avoid any trouble, but he doubted people would dare be out after all the rumors were circulating about him.
He turned away from the mirror, letting the soft black silk of the curtains run through his fingers as he did so. The room was cast once more into complete darkness, however Hataru knew the room perfectly, so he could manuver without the need to see everything. He opened the bedroom door, and slipped out with minimal sound. He managed to slip down the stairs into the hall that held many rooms which had been given to the experiments. He glanced at a few, thinking about checking in on them, but dismissed the idea immediately. He moved to the main staircase, and looked across to the other hall that led to the training/experimentation wing. The hall door for that was constantly kept locked, and only Hataru had a key to it.
He moved down the staircase to the main floor and his eyes glanced at the main doors. He was sure the experiments set to guard the grounds were doing just fine. Running a hand lightly through his hair, he turns to the east side of the house once more to move to his study. He might as well get some work in if he wasn't going to get any sleep. The door was locked as he kept it, so he slipped out the chain he kept around his neck. Two keys dangled from it, one was to the west wing, the other to the study. He slipped the key in and herd the click of the lock slipping undone. The door slid open smoothly and he made his way into the dark room. The light on the desk was cold against his hand, the study always seemed to stay colder then the rest of the manor.
The room was slightly a mess at the moment, he had a lot of paperwork to get done. A representative from the town was sure to be coming soon to get it, that is if they were brave enough. RavenWood technically belonged to the town, but Hataru was not going to let it go so easily, but he wasn't entirely cruel so he kept up with the RavenWood's old customs of re submitting the papers that granted them ownership of the land, as well as a donation to the town to be left alone and sort of as a keep your mouths shut kind of thing. He doubted anyone would try to make a move against him anyways. Hataru hardly ever left the manor to asociate with the people down in the town. Most thought that he was some evil, vile man who would steal their children in the night.
He chuckled lightly to himself. He had no intrest in that sort of thing. The people he used for experiments were usually close to death, already dead, or a sort of...insurance policy. RavenWood attracted a lot of attention fot the town, not all ov it good. Usually though Hataru would deal with the problems swiftly without having the people have to get involved or really know about it. One day the problem would be there, the next it would be gone. No one knew for sure it was him or his experiments who were taking care of things and keeping the town relatively safe, but there were always rumors upon romors building up each day. Some people thought he was good in the end, truth was he couldn't care less what people thought of him.
He did the things he did to look out for himself as well as the experiments who kept him company. He gave them a new chance at life, a new begining and thee ability to defend themselves. It might not exactly be as humane as most would like, but it was far better then what had been done to him. He had not had the choice, nor had he been dead or near it when the RavenWoods decided his body would be perfect for their biggest experiment of all. A wave of anger moved over him at the thought, it disgusted him. His past was not well known, even by the experiments, and he had no plans on letting them in on it for now. He did not wish to be pitied or looked down upon at all.
He moves to the other side of the desk, and slips into the chair. Pulling a file to him, he looks at the legal papers that still needed to be looked over. He would also have to place an order to refil the lab upstairs soon if he was to advance. He got his tools and his necesities from an old friend in another town, someone who's family had known him for generations and did not ask questions but were very loyal. He then noticed the small black journel which sat on top of the desk but was usually in one of the drawers. He had been keeping journels ever since he was turned into what he was today, this one was new and empty for now.
He slid the book over to him, and opened the black bindings to the first blank page. A little writing could not hurt, and he had plenty of time to do so since he was alone. He doubted that someone would interrupt, so he picked up his pen. Slowly he thought about what to open with and what to even focus on in this journel. He kept them locked away, for he would rather avoid anyone learning his inner most thoughts and feelings. At last he sighed, and moved closer to the desk, placing the pen to the paper and began to write.