I awoke in a dark room with no windows, no door, not even a bed or bathroom ( the hell was I supposed to go piss). All that I could process was the mythic thought of my family being supernatural hunters, and the worst part was that I was just like them. What was so wrong with me, everything bad happened to me.
I suppressed the thought when two dark figures walked through the black painted wall, and when I mean walk through the wall I literally mean pass through it with no door.
The two hunters approached me no weapons in hand, and bound mine together. They then aggressively pushed to the door both their eyes illuminating the room with purple.
Walking through the door felt rushing. The rush pumping my blood, tensing my muscles, making my eyes glow. When we were on the other side of the cell (my eyes still illuminating purple) there was only a long dark tunnel in eyesight. Torturess screams filling my head as I walked with the two hunters, both at my side.
The right side of the tunnel ended with a red painted door, the other purple. We entered the red door only to be greeted by my father and a mass of weaponry.
"Son" He said.
"Dad" I replied nervously.
"I know this might be sudden but this is going to your first hunt" He said driving his knife into the red oak table before him.
"You know I don't hunt, especially not-"
"And I know that, but you must learn how to" He said cutting me off.
"Alright.....what do I have to do?" I asked with uncertainty.
"That's the spirit, all you have to do is get changed and meet me outside!" He said ecstatic.
I was happy I made him happy, but I had never hunted before. What to do I did not know.
The two hunters, who's names were Dax and Erin, led me to the purple door on the far left side of the illuminated hallway. The door led up to a pare of spiral suitcases leading to the entry way of a large three story house, designed post modern. The sunlight let in a litte illumination, but other than that darkness engulfed the whole entry way as for the rest of the rooms.
After taking in the scenery I was forced up stairs until we met a large white door at the end of the hallway. The white door opened into the large exterior of a room decorated to my liking. A queen sized bed lay on the south side of the room, a bookshelf to the west, a flatscreen tv to the north and a personal bathroom to the east.
"Um were is my closet." I asked irritable.
"Under the bed." Dax answered
"Excuse me?" I responded dumbfounded.
Dax moved towards the bed and picked it up with no struggle, the bed stay in place as a set of stairs lead down to a mysterious second room.
I walked down not knowing what lay ahead. Which intentionally scared me.
The room (unlike what I expected) was huge! There were twenty sets of shelves holding nothing but black, flanel, and leather.
The only thing that truthful caught my eye was a pair of knee high converse. The most beautiful thing in my existence. The laces white and the body black. I instantly tried them on. The soles fitting perfectly as I tied the laces. The only odd part was a button on the heel, barely noticeable. Knowing me I had to push it. The sound of gears snapping and twisting made me flutter as two silver blades sprang from the front flashing in the light.
The guards left which meant I had free time to get ready. I decided to go with a simple black hoodie, black v-neck t-shirt, black and white checkered skinny jeans, and a floppy black beanie. The only problem was my hair going to wash it I noticed a pare of black handled scissors laying on the bed I immediately grabbed them and started cutting leaving long strands of blond hair on the beige carpet.
