The Secrets We Keep To Stay Alive (JohnDave)

Prologue

John's PoV
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I don't remember most of the early years of my life, and maybe I should be grateful for that? All I know is that around the age of 6 I was taken, or basically kidnapped, from the comfort of my own home whilst running around in my backyard.

That's my earliest memory, I can't even remember what my real dad looked like, or anything else. None of my birthdays or sleepovers. I'd give absolutely anything to go back to those days... But I can't.

Anyway, the good news, I don't know how good it really is though, was I was the only poor child that gang took for their cruel experiments. Even then, they never called me by my name, but they called me 413 for some reason ((I'm so original, I know :P)). I guess I'm glad I can't remember all of the things they did to me, but I'll never be able to forget the aftermath of all my pain and suffering.

My name is John Egbert, and I, am half cat. I never asked to be, but I'm what I'm stuck with. I have two tiny black ears that are mostly hidden by my gravity defying, raven locks alone. I also have the burden of having a black tail which I hide underneath my shirt and sweatshirts. Somehow my dad got the school to allow me to wear a beanie during school to hide any evidence of my bothersome, unwanted pair of ears. Luckily for me, much sarcasm included, I also have the joy of being deadly allergic to about every other food.
Chocolate? Nope
Milk? Only in very small portions
Cake? No way (Not that I would eat cake from the Batterwitch anyway, but that's besides the point)
Cheese? Only if I want to die
Basically any other dairy? Not a chance

I think you get my point. All because of that stupid gang that took me, my life is a living hell, and I have no say in it. I'm forced to hide these "special additions", or otherwise, Gog knows what would happen to me...

Although, there is one person I feel safe with, even if I have no idea what their name is... We talk over pesterChum, his handle is turntechGodhead, and he is my best bro ever. We made a promise to not exchange names, but I know TG lives in Texas. And me? I live up in Washington. The chances of us actually ever meeting? Slim to none, unfortunately. But he is my best bro, nevertheless.

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Dave's PoV
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My life isn't the worst, but it definitely isn't a walk in the park.  I was every so lucky to be born with bright Crimson eyes, making me look like a demon spawn.  My older brother, Dirk, also is cursed through genetics and has sparkling orange eyes.  I would honestly take orange over the ugly shade of red I'm stuck with.  Bro got the school to let the two of us wear sunglasses inside during the day, so no one would have to know about my secret.

   If anyone asks I just say my eyes are very sensitive, which isn't a total lie.  My shades are my only protection, if something were to happen, Gog knows what would happen to me. 

   Also, it's not like I can even do anything about it.  I couldn't have prevented it, or avoided the situation, because of fucking genetics.  Thanks Mom and Dad, whoever and wherever the hell you are.

   My name is Dave Strider, the cool kid.     Apparently, the fact that I wear shades boosts my popularity and makes me even cooler (Which I don't think I can be any cooler, but that's besides the point).  Everyone knows not to mess with you, unless they're asking for a death wish.  It can be exhausting sometimes, wearing this cool kid facade all day...

   There is one person, however, that I don't have to act like someone I'm not around.  The only problem? I have no idea what they look like or what their name is.  I usually talk to him via pesterChum, his handle being ectoBiologist.  I never really ask any personal questions, and Ecto does the same.  We've agreed to not exchange names, he probably has his own baggage that he doesn't want anyone to know about.  I can't exactly judge since I'm in the same position.  We live miles apart, but someone recently found out about Dirk's eyes.  So it looks like we're moving.

To Washington.

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Welp, prologue down .-.
Hopefully someone stops by to read this xD
If you haven't noticed, there will be swearing from time to time, in normal Homestuck fashion.  Feel free to comment, I'd love to see what you all think ^-^
I'm gonna go work on Chapter 1
See you all soon~

-Sylph_of_Blood