Fan Fiction

Bloodborne Fan Fiction by Lee Scott
 

Mereth rolled to a stop just short of the walkway up to his clinic when he heard the noise again. It was more distinct this time, a shifting of boots on stone behind him. He wheeled his wheelchair around to look, wishing Zeth was around for one of her visits, but there was no one there. There had been signs of someone lurking around the clinic for about a week now. This was no vagrant or beggar though, and a thief he expected would have made an attempt or moved on by now. The clinic, a renovated old church on the edge of Yharnam, looked very little like it contained much of value and sturdy entrances deterred any ideas about an easy mark.

 

No, this person had some other fascination with the clinic, or Mereth himself. Person... or beast? It unnerved the doctor. It was true that the clinic was known to be open to those afflicted with the beast plague, but those whose afflictions were so far progressed that they were little more than beasts would not have the patience to stalk someone so long. Or so he thought.

 

Mereth sighed audibly.

"Come on then," he ventured, "show yourself." A moment passed with no response. Mereth wondered if he would need to use the pistol he had secreted away at the bottom of his bag. After a minute there was some movement from an alleyway to his left. A hooded figure walked slowly out to face him. His clothes were well worn and dirty, his head bowed forward slightly, avoiding eye contact. An axe-like weapon that was old but clean was strapped to his side. A hunter? There was some hesitation as the stranger sized up Mereth, then he spoke in a low voice, a bit gravelly from misuse.

 

"You are the doctor, Mereth, yes?" he said, his accent betraying him as a foreigner to Yharnam. His eyes darted back and forth from Mereth to the side, as if he was ready to flee at a moment's notice. The doctor considered his response carefully.

 

"I am," he confirmed. "Have you come to seek treatment?"

 

Silence followed his question. The stranger shifted uncomfortably and glanced at Mereth before looking at the ground.

 

"I've heard that you treat those who are showing symptoms of the beast plague," he said at last. So that's what this was about. Mereth crossed his hands on top of his lap and tried to affect a calm he did not totally feel.

 

"Yes, those with symptoms of the plague may find treatment and refuge at my clinic," he assured the stranger. 

 

"... shall we go in?" Mereth prompted when the stranger hesitated again.

 

"I have no money to pay you with," he said dully, looking away.

 

"Don't be ridiculous, we'll figure something out," Mereth said, turning his wheelchair around and starting up the pathway to the clinic. After a moment the stranger followed slowly after him.