Hunted by demons

Texter

Later when the sun is nearly ready to set, Tee starts growling slightly.

"What's wrong buddy?" Zoey asks him. Then they hear the sound of a car coming up the drive and see a shiny black hummer, all but brand new.

"Oh, it's just them." Kim groans. Three men make their way into the roadhouse, one ginger man with green flannel, one dark haired man with blue flannel, and a brown haired man with orange flannel. The man in green has a black eye and holds his shoulder as if it were sore. Tee seems the most put off by the man in blue.

"Calm down Tee, it's only Ross." Zoey says, petting Tee.

"Hey Smith, Trott, Ross." Duncan greets, feigning civility.

"So, you guys got the text too?" Lewis asks.

"Nah we just stopped by to get pissed." Trott says sarcastically.

"Yeah we got it, didn't expect any of you lot to be hired as well though." Ross says.

"I didn't expect you to come at all, Ross. The full moon was only a few days ago." Duncan says. The three of them all look offended at his comment and Smith asks,

"So what the hell are you lot doing here anyways? Thought whoever hired us would've had standards."

"We didn't get hired! None of us are getting paid! We're here to do a job!" Kim says.

"No pay, then what the hell are we doing here!" Smith asks his partners.

"Just sit down Smith. When the mysterious text person gets here we can discuss payment." Trott says. Smith grumbles but they take a seat at the bar. Ravs pours them all drinks and asks

"So what happened to you lot?"

"Martyn sent us to look after this chick in New Mexico. Apparently he saved her from a demon but her boyfriend died and came back to haunt her. The son of a bitch kicked the crap out of me before we burned a stupid scrap of hair." Smith tells, and takes a drink from his whiskey.

"Saved the girl, feeling pretty heroic." Trott comments.

"Got 300 bucks for it." Ross says.

"Oh yeah, very heroic." Kim says sarcastically. Tee starts barking again, but not at Ross.

"What is it now!" Zoey asks. They turn to the window and watch a red 62 corvette convertible drive up to the rest of the cars, and before anyone can emerge, the door slams open and a voice shouts,

"WILL SOMEBODY SHUT THAT DOG UP!" Everyone lets out a tiny groan of annoyance as two men make their way into the bar. One man has blonde hair, a red button up shirt, a black jacket, and sunglasses resting on his head. The other has dark hair and scruff, pale skin, a black shirt and jacket, and a white scarf. The dark haired man holds his head as if the barking was much louder than it is, and for him it's true.

"You drunk or something?" Sips asks, knowing full well why his head hurt.

"Bite me." The man replies.

"Thought that was your job." Sips mutters, making sure he heard. He looks ready to start a fight but the blonde man stops him and says in an american accent,

"Settle down Parvis." Parv grumbles but takes a seat at an empty table.

"Thanks Strife." Lewis says, looking equally annoyed at Sips. Strife nods and sits at the table with Parv.

"So does anyone know who sent this text?" Strife asks the group. When no one responds he says "Really, nobody!"

"Whoever the guy is he's good." Nilesy says. "He managed to get all of our numbers and send a mass, untraceable text. He must have connections and skill."

"He probably worked with most of us before, or at least heard of us. He could have sent a message to all hunters but he got all of us in particular to come here." Kim adds.

"He also might be a part of the Caber community, stops by every so often. He must've known this place was safe to choose here." Fiona says.

"And what about the whole life or death thing? What made this meeting so urgent?" Lewis asks. As the sun sets a final car speeds it's way up the path, a black 34 mercedes benz with gold accents. Upon seeing it every patron of the Crooked Caber freezes. Were a pin to drop, it might be heard for miles. The car skids it way straight up to the front door and a man pulls himself out of it, throwing himself through the doors. He has red hair, a gap in his front teeth, a gray button up, and a black coat. His arm has two bullet holes in it, his shirt is torn and covered in blood, and his left leg is clearly broken. As soon as he sets foot in the Caber he falls forward, only to be caught by Hannah and Lewis.

"Bring him to the back room!" Zoey shouts, with Fionna following her. The four of them haul the unconscious man into the room and the door closes behind them.

"Was that... Ridgedog?" Sjin asks. Before an answer is said everyone rushes to the back room to see what's happening. Lewis and Hannah lower Ridge onto the table in a makeshift doctor's office. Zoey takes off his shirt and jacket to inspect the damage on his chest and arms and Fiona cuts open the left pant leg to take a look at the broken bone.

"Oh, blimey this might be a bit tricky." Zoey says, seeing shotgun pellets and broken glass imbedded in his chest. She notices how crowded the room had become and shoos everyone out. "Lewis, Hannah, everyone out! Except you Dunc, you can help out the best." Once everyone else is out she shuts the door, leaving her, Fiona, and Duncan to take care of Ridge. Still a bit shocked, they all return to their seats in the main room.