Rime

Hey it's Sarah! I hope you like this story. It's the first one I've written so far. I'll write as much as I can. Comment what you think of it!

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Sam

Sam looked down at his hands. They were scarred. Not normal teenage boy hands he thought. He shrugged and pulled on his shirt.

It was too long and went down almost past his shorts. He tucked it in the front like he had seen Noah do. It wasn't too comfortable but it was better than having it long.

He opened his door to find Noah. His curly blond hair was sticking up and he was grinning. He had pointy ears, inherited from his father who was an elf. "Hey," Noah said, his grin widening. "Guess what?"

Sam shook his head but couldn't stop himself from grinning back. It was pretty contagious. "What?" he said. "We can go demon hunting," Noah almost whispered. Sam gasped. "What?" Sam said, even though he had hear him fine. 

Noah jumped off the wall and with graceful elf movements went and got Sam's sword. "And," Noah added "we can go now," Sam ran back into the room, hastily putting his sword on his back. He took out a belt and put it around his waist.

"Woah there," Noah said, coming up behind him. "Your going to stab yourself." 

Sam was grabbing knifes at random and sticking them in his belt. It was designed to hold knifes so they wouldn't stab him if he fell. "I don't care," Sam retorted, searching his closet. 

Noah smirked. "You will when your cornered between a demon and a wall. I'd be nursing my wounds heroically but when you can't use either of your hands, I'll have to come and save you," his face was serious.

Sam laughed. "Whatever Noah." He bent to pick up something from the floor. His room was unusually tidy unlike Noah's. When something was out of place, it stood out like a sore thumb. 

It was a necklace his mom had given him. She had abused him since he was little, for as long as he could remember. When he was taken away from her, she had given him it. "Don't lose it," she had told him.

He had thrown it away. "Come on Sam," Noah said, pulling his arm. Sam hastily threw the necklace over his head. He followed Noah out of the cave they lived in. Anyone else would have thought it was just a cave. If you went inside, you could see tunnels, snaking through it. 

It had protections around it, whatever that was, to prevent people from wandering into it. On the top of the cave had a single word. 'Rime'. It was the name of the cave, the group of Hunters that took care of Maine. There was a group for each state but Sam had only been to Rime and one in Florida called 'Inferno'. 

Noah snapped in his face, startling him. "Wanna go slay or what?" he asked. Slay was what they called the hunting of demons. "You bet I do," Sam said following Noah.