Been meaning to do one of these for ages but never got around to it till I saw Maka's thread and it motivated me to get to work. It's a character dump story. Would say that but I hit enter by mistake and it went through before I even finished this... Our Group The Side of Insanity It's a darkness so deep that light does not exist within it nor does sound. A place where no warmth can be found; a void, nothingness, the abyss. No one can imagine the torment one will feel running around in such a place only to find that there is no beginning or end to this place unless they experience it themselves.And those within this darkness are given impossible tasks such as to pick up grains of sand without ever dropping one or catch smoke with their bare hands.Surely you can understand the insanity one will obtain if put through this? Surely you understand why I must punish those who created such a place?...Right?Yes, you must.This is why you are on my side. Why you chose to fight the creators.But...we cannot see the creators for they have not revealed themselves to us yet.So we must destroy their other creations in order for them to show. Those will be the humans.Those weak little humans who will never have to see such a place of darkness and misery...They're known as demons; these humanoids. In their lifetime they were witches; ones who practiced dark magic. And when they died they went to this abyss; the place where they turned insane. They found a way out, and now are called demons. They still have their human looks and dark magic. If you aren't careful around them, you'll die. The Side of Justice Some say we see the world without any color, that it is all black and white to us. Perhaps this is so but if it were not for us there would be no world to see at all.We have many names; our most common one being “hunters.” Because this is what we are.We hunt down the demons which plague our world and slaughter them for they must not destroy the Creators' work; the humans, animals, and the planet. With our bare hands if need be we will bring down any threats to the world.Hunters are beings without a solid form. They look like a shadow, or light. The shadows hunt down the wicked, dragging them into the abyss. The light protects the good, guarding whomever needs it. No Side is the Best Side We are humans. Some of us may have certain abilities such as telepathy and the likes. Some of us may even dip our hands in the taint of magic. Not all magic is evil, though, and can be used for good.But really who is to say what is good and what is bad?And then there is the rest of us; those who know nothing about the magical world in which we live but will soon become trapped within it.We may chose a side later on, but for the beginning we are on our own.Humans are called weak, yet they are the only beings who can become anything. Witches, elementalist, etc. However they are the weakest of their class, unless they lose their humanity. Not too many of them can be magical, after all that'd be typical. Where are we? This is the world of the humans. We start in Cincinnati, Ohio where the snow can get thick in the winter and the air is humid in the summer. Conflict Demons are in the city, killing off humans. They do so as not to alert the hunters right away as their numbers grow and the feed off of souls for power. Soon enough the hunters will find out about them and many will get trapped in the crossfire.Humans are doing their own thing. This could be a normal life or a life of crime or maybe they made it their duty to hunt down the demons. They could be unaffected by things thus far or maybe they lost a family member or friend in the random disappearances around the city.Hunters are coming in from different places since they have sensed a large number of demons in the area but have yet to take any action. Characters Sheets Five for each side starting off sounds good... Whether we have more or less depends on how many people are interested in doing this. So please PM me before filling out the thing below to say you're interest so I can make a character limit and be sure to tell me which side you will be joining. Maka gave me permission to use this. Shestoleitfromasite,anyway. • What is his/her name: • Gender: • Age: • Species Type: • Height/weight: • Body shape: • Hair color/skin color/eye color: • Typical outfit they wear: • Moral views: • Basic personality: • Favorite Saying: • Do they or do not have a job? What kind if so?: • Method of transportation: • Favorite genre of music: • Their theme song: • Favorite place to be: (Ice cream palor, arcade, park, roof of house, etc.) • Goals for the present: • Long-range goal: • Do they go to middle school/high school?: • What kind of place do they live in?: (House, apartment, mansion, street, etc) • Any kind of pet? What kind if so?: • Favorite food(s): • What is their financial situation?: (Homeless, poor, middle class, rich) • Hobby: (List one to as many as you see fit) • Normal Skill: (like can beat almost every video game, eating large quantities of food, material arts, etc) • Supernatural abilities: (Only three and they must relate to each other, and no ultimate powers.) • Favorite book and/or last-read book: • What is the bedroom like?: • Parents?: (Single/None/Mom and dad) • Fears: • Other things that weren’t covered here: Characters Spoiler: Ayden • What is his/her name: Ayden • Gender: Male • Age: 16 • Half Species Type: Human-Demon • Height/weight: 5’9”, 150 lbs. • Body shape: Average build • Hair color/skin color/eye color: Brown/White/Brown • Typical outfit they wear: Jeans and an Escape the Fate t-shirt • Moral views: Satanist • Basic personality: Morbid. Depressing. He typically is all around apathetic, but gets excited when near a tragic event of sorts. • Favorite Saying: “**** humanity I’ve got hellfire.” • Do they or do not have a job? What kind if so?: None • Method of transportation: Flying • Favorite genre of music: All forms of metal • Their theme song: At the Price of Oblivion • Favorite place to be: (Ice cream palor, arcade, park, roof of house, etc.): In his pentagram covered room. • Goals for the present: He wants to discover who is father is, as he feels he can relate to him ore than he could his mother and stepfather. • Long-range goal: N/A • Do they go to middle school/high school?: High school • What kind of place do they live in?: Apartment • Any kind of pet? What kind if so?: Dead cat • Favorite food(s): Monster energy drinks and chips. • What is their financial situation?: Middle class • Hobby: painting, Sculpting, Writing, Skinning cats, Reading • Normal Skill: Clever; can think on his feet • Supernatural abilities: Hellfire, Fire breath, tearing holes in the Earth to Hell • Favorite book and/or last-read book: Any Satanic novel • What is the bedroom like?: Covered in carved images of pentagrams, blinds drawn shut. Bed looks similar to a cocoon, and has one single, dimmed reading light. And a laptop. • Parents?: Mother and stepfather • Fears: Never fitting in, despite him never admitting it. • Other things that weren’t covered here: N/A Spoiler: Fiore Rohze • What is his name: Fiore Rohze (fee-or rose) • Gender: Male • Age: 19 • Half Species Type: Demon • Height/weight: 5'7" ~ 131lbs • Body shape: Lithe, thin build • Hair color/skin color/eye color: Jet black hair, pale skin, blue-grey eyes • Typical outfit they wear: Skinny jeans, Converse, V-necks of any color, and a black hoodie • Moral views: Non-religious, fails to see the point • Basic personality: Calm and collected but seems to have the label 'emo' fallowing him everywhere, smiles a lot, fake or not and tries to get along with everyone, being mediators in fights/arguments • Favorite Saying: "I'm tired you guys," • Do they or do not have a job? What kind if so?: None • Method of transportation: Wings that he hides in his shirt or hoodie • Favorite genre of music: Anything that catches his attention, mostly Classical and Rock • Their theme song: Clocks by Coldplay • Favorite place to be: In a solo music room with his cello or in a solo art studio with his works • Goals for the present: To finish his midterm art project that's on a giant canvas • Long-range goal: Find the people/person responsible for his sister's death • Do they go to middle school/high school?: No, Sophomore at the University of Cincinnati, art and music major • What kind of place do they live in?: University dorm • Any kind of pet? What kind if so?: Puppy named Knobs • Favorite food(s): Italian and spicy food, Arizona Tea • What is their financial situation?: Rich • Hobby: Drawing, writing, listening to music, hanging out in the park at night. • Normal Skill: Can draw very well, and write. Plays the cello extremely well. • Supernatural abilities: Can fly, can shape shift ice, and breath ice • Favorite book and/or last-read book: Brahm Stroker's Dracula • What is the bedroom like?: Has a singles dorm, walls are painted sky blue with various permanent marker designs everywhere, has a twin bed in the corner and far to the right is a black desk with his laptop, has a white nightstand next to his bed. His cello rests in the other corner by the closet • Parents?: Single dad • Fears: Blending in, being found out by his friends, being found by a Hunter • Other things that weren’t covered here: His sister, a demon as well, was killed mysteriously six years ago, he's still yet to figure anything about it. Spoiler: Jacob Ware • What is his/her name: Jacob Ware • Gender: Male • Age: 21 • Species Type: Human • Height/weight: 5'11", 120 lbs. • Body shape: Average height, thin, somewhat muscular. • Hair color/skin color/eye color: Brown/Pale/Green • Typical outfit they wear: Blue and black striped jacket, black jeans, red baseball cap. • Moral views: You have to make something of your life, whatever it takes. • Basic personality: He loves to make jokes. He uses sarcasm, irony, anything. He's really empathetic and kind to his friends, but if you're a stranger, get out of his way. He has a dark side that sometimes comes out when he's angry, although he rarely does. Loves to sleep. • Favorite Saying: "I'll alert the press." Used sarcastically. • Do they or do not have a job? What kind if so?: Yes, bartender. • Method of transportation: Red Vespa. • Favorite genre of music: Techno/Indie Pop • Their theme song: Sleepyhead-Passion Pit (Video link when I update.) • Favorite place to be: (Ice cream palor, arcade, park, roof of house, etc.) The bar where he works, Blue Zone. • Goals for the present: Very little. Just live his life. Make lots of money. • Long-range goal: To own a chain of bars and restaruants, to never have to work and still be rich. • Do they go to middle school/high school?: No, they just graduated from college. • What kind of place do they live in?: (House, apartment, mansion, street, etc) He is a roomate with a family of grumpy old people. • Any kind of pet? What kind if so?: Black cat, Winston. • Favorite food(s): Nachos. Pizza. • What is their financial situation?: (Homeless, poor, middle class, rich) Lower middle class. He has a steady stream of income, but not a lot. • Hobby: (List one to as many as you see fit) Mixology, cooking, comedy. • Normal Skill: (like can beat almost every video game, eating large quantities of food, material arts, etc) Fantastic mixologist and chef. Can eat anything, anytime, any quantity. Rather strong for his size. Fast. • Supernatural abilities: (Only three and they must relate to each other, and no ultimate powers.) Teleportation to average distances, doesn't know how, born with it. Ability to do minor mind reading, he trained himself to do that. • Favorite book and/or last-read book: The Carnivore's Dilemma. • What is the bedroom like?: Small, rather empty. A bed. Posters of comedians and celebrity chefs. He has a microwave and a fridge, a beanbag, and a large throw rug covering the entire room. White walls. • Parents?: (Single/None/Mom and dad) Single mom, dad died. (Dad supposedly died from heart attack. Really attacked by a demon.) • Fears: Dogs, death, Losing his mom. • Other things that weren’t covered here: He spends free time with his mom who he loves. He hasn't had a good relationship in a few years. He knows about demons and their kind, but not that his dad was killed by one. Spoiler: Damion Kasai • What is his/her name: Damion Kasai • Gender: Male • Age: 16 • Half Species Type: Human • Height/weight: 5"11 • Body shape: Thin build • Hair Color/Skin Color/Eye Color: Dirty Blond/Light Tan/Light Blue • Typical outfit they wear: A plain white T-Shirt, with an unbuttoned black button-up shirt, and jeans. • Moral views: Treat everyone with compassion • Basic personality: Calm, loyal to those he can call a friend, hates fighting, but will do so if needed, especially if a friend is involved. Wears a fake smile most of the time, and usually feels as if he's alone in his life, pretty shy with a girl he likes, • Favorite Saying: "No matter what happens, I'll be here for you." • Do they or do not have a job? What kind if so?: Delivering Newspapers • Method of transportation: On Foot • Favorite genre of music: Anything that he finds with a good beat and lyrics • Their theme song: I Walk a Lonely Road • Favorite place to be: Roof of a tall apartment building. • Goals for the present: Protect his sister at all costs • Long-range goal: Find out what caused his parents dissapearance • Do they go to middle school/high school?: High School • What kind of place do they live in?: A run-down house • Any kind of pet? What kind if so?: A stray dog labrador retriever named Dab • Favorite food(s): Seafood, sweet things • What is their financial situation?: Homeless • Hobby: Drawing, playing his guitar, listening to his sister sing, sitting on the rooftop of the nearby apartment to just think. • Normal Skill: Plays the guitar well, as well as draw decently. Picked up fighting on the streets, and is skilled at martial arts. • Supernatural abilities: Control Over the element of fire, telekinisis, and is immune to fire, • Favorite book and/or last-read book: Any novel that can lift his spirits • What is the bedroom like?: Broken down, no windows, one mattress that he allows his sister to sleep on, as he sleeps on the floor. His guitar leans against the wall in the corner of the room, while they have two make-shift desks to do any school work on, and an old radio. • Parents?: Both parents are dead. (Killed by demons) • Fears: Being sent to a foster home, not being able to protect his sister, death, and • Other things that weren’t covered here: After their parents died, Damion and his sister refused to go to a foster home and get adopted, where they may be seperated, and now live in an abandoned house. They're wary of anyone finding out about they're being orphaned. He has his guitar from a radio contest. He gets food for him and Delilah from anywhere he can, often giving her more than himself. Spoiler: Delilah Kasai • What is his/her name: Delilah Kasai • Gender: Female • Age: 14 • Species Type: Human • Height/weight: 5"0/103 • Body shape: A developing hourglass figure, short & thin, • Hair color/skin color/eye color: Blonde/A slight Tan/A lighter blue than her brother • Typical outfit they wear: Jeans, and a thin jacket over a • Moral views: See Damion's • Basic personality: A calm individual. Cares deeply for her brother, a very sweet girl, tries to make the most out of her life. • Favorite Saying: "Together we can accomplish anything." • Do they or do not have a job? What kind if so?: N/A • Method of transportation: On Foot • Favorite genre of music: Anything that catches her attention • Their theme song: Here Comes the Sun • Favorite place to be: The Park • Goals for the present: To be a Singer • Long-range goal: Find out what had happened to her parents • Do they go to middle school/high school?: Middle School • What kind of place do they live in?: A Run-down House • Any kind of pet? What kind if so?: A Labrador Retriever named Dab • Favorite food(s): • What is their financial situation?: Homeless • Hobby: Singing, reading, listening to her brother play guitar, sitting in the park listening to nature • Normal Skill: Can sing very well, she knows a bit of martial arts from what her brother shows her, and is a decent artist. • Supernatural abilities: Control over the element of Water, Telekinisis, and can freeze any existing water. (Like Damion, doesn't know of her abilities) • Favorite book and/or last-read book: Alice in Wonderland • What is the bedroom like?: *See Damion's* • Parents?: *See Damion's* • Fears: Being sent to a Foster Home, losing Damion, being alone, heights • Other things that weren’t covered here: *See Damion's* Spoiler: Trey Skeith • What is his/her name: Trey Skeith • Gender: Male • Age: 18 • Species Type: Human • Height/weight: 6'2"/120wb • Body shape: Hard stomach (no abs), muscular (nothing major) • Hair color/skin color/eye color: Reddish-Brown/pale white/ Green • Typical outfit they wear: White t-shirt, dark green jeans. He wears a green headband as well, and tends to have an iPod in his ear. • Moral views: Only one being not to succumb to physical pleasure. • Basic personality: Disconnected from sociatal views from the start, he tends to think proudly of himself, looking down on those around him constantly. He thinks of witchcraft and spirituality as a science. He also has a lust for cutting anything open that can be claimed magical. He may have a side, but his personal interests always come first. Otherwise, he acts with manner, sophistication (if I spelt that right), and ellegance. Though young, he acts much more maturely than most would suspect. • Favorite Saying: "A pleasure, I'm sure." • Do they or do not have a job? What kind if so?: No • Method of transportation: Motorcycle • Favorite genre of music: Rock • Their theme song: Evil Spirit• Favorite place to be: His apartment • Goals for the present: To dissect a demon and/or guardian. • Long-range goal: To learn as much as he can about the spiritual world • Do they go to middle school/high school?: College • What kind of place do they live in?: A small second floor apartment • Any kind of pet? What kind if so?: None, yet • Favorite food(s): Donuts • What is their financial situation?: Though his living conditions are poor, he's rich through inheritance. • Hobby: Experimenting and theorizing. • Normal Skill: Plotting. He isn't an expert, but he isn't half bad with a sword either. • Supernatural abilities: Energy drain (gives him power and drains another of theirs), energy dispersal (can send stored energy into something else or place into the air), and energy manipulation (use energy as a blast, or shapeshift into a weapon) • Favorite book and/or last-read book: Rose Red by Stephan King • What is the bedroom like?: Messy, unorginized. • Parents?: None • Fears: Parasites/demons • Other things that weren’t covered here: He owns a short sword, replicated like that of a pirates. He tends to use it with a blade which he forms spiritually, refering to the combo as Mana E. Slade Spoiler: Hannah Linberan • What is his/her name: Hannah Linberan • Gender: Female • Age: 14 • Species Type: Half human, half demon • Height/weight: 5'2", 113 pounds • Body shape: Very slender, but arm, leg, and torso muscles are toned • Hair color/skin color/eye color: Strawberry blonde hair with a single dark purple streak on the left side of her hair/pale/light violet • Typical outfit they wear: Black trench coat with purple fishnet stockings, and black calve length combat boots. Wears leather purple fingerless gloves for combat, and wears a black skirt with lace at the hem and wears a white button up shirt underneath her trench coat. • Moral views: "Nothing I see is wrong. Everything I do is for the justice of this world, because you pure bred can't handle taking care of it yourselves."; Basically, kill or be killed is her motto. • Basic personality: Cold at first, seems very confused and blank as a board, but curious how the world works around her and wondering which side she really is on. • Favorite Saying: "I am nothing... and then at the same time... I am everything." • Do they or do not have a job? What kind if so?: None, except to find out who she really is and why she exists • Method of transportation: Her own two feet or her white Honda CBR1000RR • Favorite genre of music: Mostly Rock • Their theme song: *Fin by Anberlin and A Whisper and a Clamor by Anberlin • Favorite place to be: Out in the woods where it's quiet, or deep in the library's shadows • Goals for the present: To find a world that would accept her or destroy it to protect herself if it doesn't, to get through one more day • Long-range goal: To find out who she really is • Do they go to middle school/high school?: At one point, she did. But she wouldn't remember it. • What kind of place do they live in?: Since she's being hunted by both sides, she hides from place to place. Mostly in the city's library in the secret rooms that have been long forgotten by the owners. She has a single blanket, an old stuffed teddy bear (which she found with her when she woke up from her dark abyss), and a pile of musty books with a fading flashlight in the corner of one of these secret rooms. That's all she has, but she has ways of getting food and the things she needs. • Any kind of pet? What kind if so?: Since she's on the run most of the time, no. She's always been interested in dogs though, especially Australian Shepherd mixes. • Favorite food(s): Hannah has a strange interest in butterscotch candy, mint hot chocolate, and pasta. Although she craves human blood most of the time, real food seems more appeasing to her. • What is their financial situation?: Technically very poor, homeless but not homeless • Hobby: Whether she realizes it or not, she likes to make dolls out of trash, read books, write stories in her journal, work with clay, and explore the city. • Normal Skill: Has catlike reflexes, can fit in tight areas that seem almost impossible for anyone else to squeeze into, can wield a gun or sword if she gets her hands on one. • Supernatural abilities: Night vision (Can see in the dark, hates being out in the bright sun so she's light sensitive), high jump (about fifteen to thirty feet off the ground), and sticky hands and feet (can crawl on any surface without difficulty, except for aluminium surfaces. Those are a bit harder to scale) • Favorite book and/or last-read book: Jane Eyre by Charlotte BrontÃ« and Peter Pan • What is the bedroom like?: Depends on where she's at in the city when night settles in. If in the library, it was basically explained. There's no windows, no electric lights, only her flashlight and a few candles she snatched up from the bookkeeper, pictures she cut out from magazines (Like puppies, Hellboy, families, jewelry that catches her attention, pictures of the ocean, Micky Mouse, etc.) • Parents?: She doesn't know, but she considers herself as an orphan • Fears: Demons, humans, snakes (she's terrified of them), being found out and being hunted on both sides • Other things that weren’t covered here: Hannah woke up in a warehouse, bloodied and bruised with no memory, not even her name. She named herself, got back on her feet after wandering around and trying to figure out where she was and what to do now, and for two years, learned a great deal of what she is and what she isn't. When she goes in berserk, total demon mode, she gets claws, horns, fangs, small bat like wings, and red eyes. She hates it, because she has no control over herself and what is happening around her, and when she goes back to normal, Hannah is weakened and very vulnerable to anything or anyone. Story Spoiler: introduction - Introduction - november 22nd It was clean, at least. So no one really complained about the dark room even with the pentagrams and pentacles placed through out in the form of posters and objects. Not like any complaints made by his mother or step-father would have been listened to and obeyed.This male, Ayden as he was named, was currently laying on his bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. Perhaps it was through sheer boredom with the lack of things to do at four am or simply because he had no desire to move at the moment which. Either way he continued to lie there until his body refused to stay still any longer.Finally he pushed himself out of his cocoon looking like bed and moved to retrieve his laptop, setting it in his lap as he went back and sat on his bed, using the wall to lean against.For roughly thirty minutes he browsed the internet aimlessly before finding a link to a Satanic website. Might as well check it out... He thought, clicking the link.Heh...what stereotypical stuff... Total fakes. Just as he went to move the mouse to the exit button something caught his eyes, drawing his attention in.Random Disappearances: Are they really random or are they all connected? Didn't he hear about that at school the other day?“I bet it's some runaways trying to get attention.” “No way! That many? Something has to be up.” “I heard some satanic cult is behind it!” “Really?” “You believe everything you hear, don't you?” “But this is true!”While he thought back on the classroom conversation he had clicked the link and was brought to a new site with the article. He only skimmed through it, picking out what he deemed as important facts before shutting the laptop with a sigh.However... Even though he acted uninterested he felt his hands tremble. It wasn't out of fear but instead some excitement. Was something finally worthwhile about to happen in this dull city? ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ It is impossible to describe the feeling of flying through the city to one who has never done it before. And even if Fiore somehow manages to find someone who has done it before he did not think he could find the words to say about how amazing it was.It was not like he was one to show any real emotions, but flying was really something. Especially early in the morning when everyone was still inside, sleeping or passing time through pointless means.Though in the end all he was doing was wasting his precious time where as he should be working on his art project instead. But no matter what he did he couldn't think of anything to paint and not even his music could inspire him at the time.That was when he walked outside and began to fly around with no goal in mind other than perhaps seeing something worth painting.No such thing came.Only when the sun started to rise did he land and threw on his black hoodie to try and conceal his wings from view. They were hidden, however uncomfortable it may be.He had landed in the park, as it was the perfect place to go so no one saw him flying about and he always went here at night, anyway.What time is it...? Ah, I should start walking to school, huh?The clock on his phone displayed six am, and without the power of flight getting to school would take awhile and being late would mean being locked out of class. But even though he was in a slight hurry he stopped to listen when a noise echoed through out the air.“Did you fall, too?” “Huh?” He turned to look in the direction where the question came from only to see a girl standing there. “Fall? I didn't fall...”Did she see my wings? And...what the hell does she mean? The girl did not answer him, continuing to walk instead, only speaking when she was beside him.“The hunters are near by...you should keep moving.”“What?” His head turn to look at her again as she moved by but she was no longer in sight. Hunters...Without a moment of hesitating he hurried off to school. ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ Winston, the black cat, had ran off yet again. This would not bother Jacob as cats tend to do such, but it's been nearly two days since he's seen that cat and so he grew worried.So, as he was currently off of work he went out the neighborhood looking for Winston and asking those who he saw out and about. “Useless...” He muttered, walking away from yet another person who hasn't seen the cat around. But he refused to give up and thus the search continued.“A black cat you say?” A dark haired female said. Her voice was monotone and she had to look up just to see Jacob. “Yeah... He's about this big...” Jacob said, making a shape with his hands while thinking over how to describe Winston, “has green eyes and a collar... Oh, he likes people too so I think it'd be easy to tell him apart from strays...” “Um...” The girl looked down, thinking about this cat. “Oh.”“Oh?”She nodded. “Oh. I've seen a cat like that,” she says, pointing down the street, “by fountain square but...”“Thank you!” He shouted, already running off before she finished her sentence. With intense regret for leaving his red Vespa behind he reached fountain square drenched in sweat and out of breath.“Damn...need...a...break.” He panted before collapsing on a bench.Without realizing it he had fallen asleep on this bench and woke up half an hour later when someone shook him. It was that girl from before.“Mister...”“What...?” He grumbled, wiping drool from his mouth as he sat up. I was having such a nice sleep too... Wait...why am I out here again? The girl looked down at something near her feet.Upon following her gaze he saw a black cat purring and rubbing against her leg.“Winston!” He reached down to pick up the cat, only to suddenly lose his joy as he then angrily glared at the cat, who seemed smug in a way. However it was hard to be pissed at a cat and even harder to scold one and he soon hung his head with a defeated sigh.“Can I...”“Hm?” Jacob placed Winston in his lap to look at the girl. “Oh...You want money or something, right?”She nodded.“Fine, fine.” He withdrew a wallet from his pocket and looked at the cash which he had in it. His income was steady, sure, but he couldn't go around wasting too much of his money. With a frown he pulled out ten dollars and handed it over to the girl, not caring if she thought he was being cheap. “Is this enough?”She took it, staring at it for a moment before nodding and stuffing it into her pocket. “Thank you.” She said, running off afterwards. ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ They were working on their schoolwork at their desks; well... They didn't really have desks. Instead one was a wooden crate and the other was two piles of bricks, four in each pile, with a piece of wood laying on top of it. And of course the desks were too small to have a chair at so they sat on the floor as they worked. Not like they even had any chairs around, anyway.It wasn't the best of places, but it was what they called home.“Damion...” a blonde, young female asks as she looks from her paper and to the other one in the room, speaking in a soft tone, “can you help me with this?”Damion looked over towards his younger sister and titles his head. “Hm? What is it Delilah?” Without needing an answer he scoots over to her to look at the page she was on and smiled. With her in middle school and him in high school helping her was easy. And helping her was what he practically lived for, so this was no big deal.“I don't get this one...”“Here, it's like this...” With a smile he explained the problem to her before moving back to his own work. Within the hour both had finished their work and moved to stretch their legs.“So,” Damion said, smiling softly, “dinner time?”Delilah nodded in agreement before heading out the door with him.It was evening now and the sun was beginning to set, setting the sky on fire with dark reds and oranges.There was a chill in the air, signaling that another cold winter was coming. Would they be alright this year?Maybe I should try and get some extra blankets... Damion thinks as they approach hot dog stand.Without cash to buy something they stood back, finding a place to sit and wait while keeping the stand in view.“Hm... He doesn't seem like he'll leave any time soon...” Delilah says, looking at the middle aged man running the stand. “No worries...I got this. Just get the food while you can, okay?”Delilah nods, watching her brother get to his feet and taking a deep breath. After a moment of silence he nods to himself and runs towards the stand.While passing it he reaches out randomly, grabbing whatever he can and continues to run.“H-hey!” The stand owner shouts before running after him.When the two were out of sight Delilah gets up and runs to the stand, grabbing a few napkins and wrapping some hotdogs and buns in them before running back the way they came from.When she got to the abandoned house where they stayed Damion wasn't there and she began to fear the worst.Is he... Tears threatened to fall from her eyes when the door was pushed open, causing her to jump.“D-damion!” She shouted, jumping up to hug him.“Heh... I got the ketchup, lucky huh?” He said smiling as he hugged her back.It wasn't much, but the food which they then ate kept them alive.And after eating Damion played his guitar while Delilah sang. They were happy, and very different from the people who they knew. Yet all of them... All of their happiness, their lifestyles... All of it would mean nothing very soon. Spoiler: First Chapter -Chapter One- On August 10th twenty years ago Chris River was born like any other human. He grew up in a happy family, making him a happy child.Never did he consider the worst. Life was good, so why question it?But then, fifteen years into his life, tragedy struck.His mother, the one whom he loved most, was in an accident.She lived, but fell into a coma. Never again would she be there when he needed advice, nor to give him a reassuring smile. He would never hear her words again and living would never be the same.It was only a matter of time before the family fell apart.After a month of suffering he appeared with an offer that changed everything. ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ It became unnaturally cold that Tuesday morning. Though Chris thought nothing of it. He simply zipped up his jacket and carried on with his morning walk.Sometimes he would lay down on the dirt path in the park and hope he would vanish, like he did right now.“Why am I still alive?”The voice which had spoken Chris's thoughts took him by surprise, causing him to jump to his feet.“Am I hearing things now?”Chris spun around and there was the source of the voice; a boy no older than himself and wearing a wide grin.“Who are you?” Chris demanded in a forced tone. Just the sight of this guy terrified him for unknown reasons.“Ah, does really matter who I am past the fact that I am one who can bring your dear mother back to you?”Every instinct of Chris's being told him to get away from this boy, yet he did not move. He could not move. It was as if his body had shut down working altogether besides his mind, which screamed for his mother.But...was such a thing possible?“How...?” Chris asked, already willing to forget logic if it meant his mother would return to him.The boy chuckled as if Chris questioning him was amusing. “It's quite easy, actually. But it comes at a price.”“Of course...” Was his only time to heal his mother slipping by simply because he lacked the money for it?”No, no, no-It is not money I am asking for.” The boy paused to draw up the tension. “In exchange for your mother's health all I ask for is your soul! Great deal, right?”Chris's eyes widen and he felt himself tremble. “M-my soul?”“You watch too much TV. I won't rip it out of you. Just do whatever I say and dear mother stays awake. “Those words brought Chris some relief but he was still worried. “What...will you ask of me?””Whatever comes to mind,” he answered, shrugging.Chris tilted his head, confused as to why he would even do this without having something in mind. However, he did not think over it for too long and soon had his answer. “Your mother...” his dad cried when Chris got home, “she's awake!” ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄present - november 23rd The students sat silently in the classroom as the college professor gave his lecture.Shifting in his seat was Chris as he tried to take notes while also looking through the corner of his eyes at the girl who sat next to him.What drew his attention to her was the faint smell of dye and then the curiosity of what color the dyed hair was. After noticing that it was a dark gray color he happened to think “isn't she too young for college?” and now had a strange feeling about her.“And that's all for today.”The professor's words snapped him out of it and he then gathered his things.”Oh, Trey Skeith and Chris River...can I speak to you for a moment?”“Huh...” Chris walked to the teacher's desk as everyone else shuffled out of the room.When Chris got to the desk he noticed that Trey was taking longer even though his chair was closer to the teacher's desk. So he looked over to see what was taking the guy so long.Trey was turning off his iPod and putting away, giving Chris some time to recall just who exactly he was. Remembering such was easy as Trey stood out with a superiority complex and that dark green headband of his everyone made fun of at some point. But none dared say anything to Trey's face, causing Chris to wonder what was so scary about him.”Since you two are the top of my class I have an offer for the both of you,” the teacher said, crossing her arms as she sat down. “There's a program at the school which will help you graduate quicker, if you're interested.”"Does it require my pants on? Because around you, I'd rather not.” Trey said with a smug look.Chris cringed at Trey's comment. He also noticed a frown on the teachers face. “Ah...I-I'll think about it.” He said, fleeing the room before the teacher could lecture Trey. It really wasn't something he cared to be caught in-between.Upon exiting the room he was greeted with an empty hallway. However, after a few moments of walking towards his next class he noticed that it was unnaturally cold and he prepared himself by wiping all emotions from his face and trying to clear his thoughts.”Yo Chris! Long time no see.” Said the voice which belonged to the owner of his soul, a nameless figure in Chris's life which he dreaded seeing.Since selling his soul to this man Chris had to forsake his humanity as he was told to kill others. The only way he could do such was because the ones he killed were rotten humans on the verge of becoming monsters themselves. That and if he disobeyed this man his mother would no longer be with him.“It's job time.” The man said happily as a photograph appeared in his outstretched hand. “Annabell Taylor Rose.”Chris's eyes widened as he recognized the girl in the picture as the one who sat next to him in class. To think such a person was in public like that...“This time you have till the end of the day to kill her, so don't mess up!” And then, without any further comments, the man had vanished as suddenly as he appeared. ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄the next day The trees in the park had red and brown leaves decorating their branches, the leaves readying themselves to fall down to the ground in a silent death.Matching the red leaves was the strawberry tinge in blonde hair that flowed gently with the breeze. Only that it was contrasted with a single dark purple streak on the left side of the hair.This hair sat upon a head of a young female standing amidst the trees of the woods.Her peaceful respite was interrupted with the sound of footsteps.When she looked around to see what had made the sound she saw a girl who might have been the same age as her.”Huh...?” The blonde tilted her head, looking down at the other girl. After a pause with a confused look on her face she then smiled. “Hello.”The first girl got to her feet and nodded slightly. “Hello...” From what she's seen with the people around her and from TV it was polite to say your name when greeting a new person. “I'm Hannah Linberan.” The introducing was short and to the point. Hannah really just hoped that this girl would go away now, because even though she seemed nice Hannah was scared of her. In fact, Hannah was scared of most people since all of them were dangerous.“Nice to meet you. My name is Delilah.” Delilah shifted, finding it awkward just standing here. So she found a spot near the girl and sat there. “So what are you doing way out here?”“Just resting.” Hannah answered with a blank look still. She sat back down and breathed deeply to calm herself. Delilah seemed okay...and if she wasn't Hannah could always just run away...“Hm...” Delilah frowned, wondering if she was bothering the girl. She began looking around for something to talk about when she noticed a bag next to Hannah filled with various snacks. It may have been rude but she could feel her stomach silently aching. “So...what's in the bag?”“Food.” Hannah answered simply, reaching into the bag and holding out a snack bar. “Do you want some?” It was almost as if she was giving the food as a peace offering.Delilah smiled, taking the snack and thanking the girl. Only after finishing the bar did she speak again. “So...Are you always here?”“Not always... But I like it here.” She answered, slowly eating some butterscotch candy.“Mind if I come eat with you tomorrow, if you're here?” Delilah asked, hoping this was a chance for her to find some dinner so her brother could focus on getting food for himself more so, as he always gave her the bigger share of it.Hannah paused for a moment before nodding. “If I am here.”Delilah smiled widely, assuming that this was a friendship in the making. She barely noticed that it was getting very cold around them. Pictures edited by me. Please do not use without permission!