My name is Oliver Hunt, and this is my story. I didn't want to be what I am, but it wasn't up to me. But I guess I will just have to suck it up and deal with it.
I'm 14, 5 feet tall, have brown hair and brown eyes. Actually I have been spending so much time in the sun recently that some of my hair is turning blondish. I would like to say that I'm very attractive, but not quite. I've lived a typical life up until now. Well, as typical as you can call having a drunk for a father, a dead mother, and seeing demons everywhere for my entire life. I'm unpopular. Sure I will say hey to the guys at school, but I don't know them. I don't actually have any friends.
If you think my life was bad before, then it was horrible now. Now it's at least interesting I can say. If someone had asked me to name an interesting thing about me, then I would probably say that I was born in a car. Now that seems almost normal. If I got the same question today, I would tell them that I kill demons. I would have to say that my life began to get... interesting when I first met Gracie.
It was early December, snow on the streets of New York. I was walking home from school when Nick and his gang of gorillas found me. They were all huge for freshmen. Nick was 6 foot one, and his entire group was over 5 foot 10. Nick had been my bully the entire year. He wasn't super popular or anything like that. He was pure evil. All that evil was directed at me. He caught up to me on my freezing walk home from school. Snow had frosted the sidewalk as I ran. I heard them cursing in the background but I didn't dare turn around.
I turned the corner and kept running. He had always picked on me, but he had never wanted to kill me this badly. I rounded a corner and quickly ducked into an alley for cover. I ran towards a fence to clime. It was just a regular chain link fence, but as soon as I reached it it seemed ridiculously high. I started to clime but about 8 feet up my zipper got caught in the fence. Before I could free myself a hand gripped my collar and ripped me from the fence. I hit the ground, hard. My back hurt, and my leather jacket was ripped at the bottom. I have had that jacket for 2 years and now it was ruined. I got up, my back to the fence. Nick and 3 other guys stood in the alley, blocking any chance of escape.
"You're stupid. Oliver Hunt, did you really think that we wouldn't find you out? But we know who you are now, so you are finished." Nick said, in a deep raspy voice that wasn't his own. Was it my imagination, or did he have fangs when he talked? I didn't spend much time contemplating this. I ran at him and jumped, sending my fist into his nose. He staggered back, hands covering his bloody nose. His buddy came in quick, and punched me in the chest. I flew into the chain fence but came back from it quicker than they expected. I smashed they guy who punched me in the stomach with an elbow, and kicked his knee. He lifted his leg in pain and I grabbed his foot and pulled it above my head. He fell back and I lost my grip on his foot. I kicked the nearest guy in the stomach and climbed the fence.
I got over and dropped down. I heard the sound of them climbing the fence, and quicker than expected I heard the thump of them landing. I turned around to look and I saw a fist coming towards me. But that didn't make sense. Nick was standing 20 feet away, his arm out, and it was 20 feet growing as I ran. It, the fist, was about 10 inches from my face when it stopped. At the wrist, someone had caught the punch. I looked over and there stood a girl, roughly my age, maybe 2 inches taller, holding the wrist.
She was beautiful. Pale, blonde hair like straw, she looked like a princess. She was wearing a leather jacket with silver studs at the wrist, collar, up the zipper path and next to the pockets. She had a lot of pockets. Two in the normal spots, a breast pocket on both sides, one towards the ends of the sleeves. Then she also had 2 that started at the back of her armpit and ended at the small of her back. All the pockets were symmetrical. She wore black jeans that looked pretty tight, and had rips and tears like a midget with a butter knife had gone to war with her legs.
She had the arm caught still, struggling to remove itself from her grasp. She had been still as a statue up until then, but then she suddenly moved. She yanked his arm towards her aggressively and Nick flew through the air and landed at her feet. She flicked her wrists and silver knives appeared in her hands. She put the knife to Nick's throat and... well you can guess what happened next. Instead of blood flowing from his slit throat, he just dissolved into a black sand thing, similar to ash but thicker. Leaving a horrible scream with its disappearance. The remaining three guys charged. The girl threw her dagger with deadly accuracy. It sank into the throat of the closest... thing. They were no longer human. They had sharp claws, red eyes like hot coals, fangs, forked tongues, and scaly skin tinted green.
The girl threw a second knife at the snake-human things. It hit the heart of one and that one obliterated into the black sand like Nick and the other one had. Before she could do anything after the throw of her knife, a scaly fist came in and smashed her in the face. She flew back, hit the asphalt and bounced several feet back. She was breathing, but she wasn't moving. The thing had its arm stretched about an extra five feet to punch the girl. It swung the fist towards me and I ducked and rolled. It's fist smashed into the brick and I heard the sound of rock being smashed. I came up with an uppercut and the thing staggered backward. I had no idea what was going on, but I figured this thing was trying to kill. I saw the knife that the girl used to kill the things and ran for it. I was almost there when I felt and intense pain in my back. From shoulder to shoulder the thing had taken its claws and cut four long deep cuts on my back. I staggered, gripped the knife, and turned to face the snake thing. Demon. That's what it was. A demon.
I faced it, and I didn't like my odds. It stretched its arm out, aiming for my throat. I was staring into its red eyes, paralyzed with fear. It's hand was no more than a foot away from my neck when I acted. I wasn't thinking, it was just reflex. My arm moved faster than I thought I could and I took the blade and sliced off its hand. It howled and pulled its arm back in. I barely had time to dodge before it threw its other hand at me. I dove to the side but it leaped to me. It kicked me in the chest and I smashed into the wall. My vision was hazy. I was in no shape to try to fight this thing. It approached leisurely, knowing I was finished. I tried to get up but couldn't. It stood about five feet in front of me and took a step. I saw it raise its fist, and then its head got cut off.
The axe moved so quickly I could barely see it. But the demon's head slid off its shoulders and fell at my feet. Even before it hit the ground, the body was dissolving into the black stuff. The girl walked over and pulled me to my feet. "I'm Gracie Burns." She said in kind soothing voice. "Follow me. I know you want answers now, but you have to wait till get to a safe place."
I stared at her for a few seconds, then remembered where I was. "Those things, and your weapons, and..." My voice trailed off. I couldn't really think so I just shut up. She walked over and picked up the axe that she used to kill the last snake demon thing. She gestured for me to follow and I did. We walked for a little while until we reached another alley. There was a big black door set in the alleyway that I was surprised to see. Gracie opened the door and I stepped inside. She followed me in, and closed the door behind her. All it was was some steps leading down. We walked down those, and into a hallway. We walked down the hallway, and we ended at a door. Another big black one, shaped like a rainbow, with a silver handle. She opened it up, and I heard sounds from inside. I walked in, and sounds of conversation died.
I saw 4 people in the room, all sitting at a table. One was a tall woman, with long hair the color of milk chocolate. She was probably 25. Sitting next to her was a big dude, probably 18, dark skinned, and had a buzz cut. Across from him was a guy, probably 15, with pale skin, and blonde-white hair. He had a devilish grin and wore the same kind of jacket as Gracie. Next to him was a guy, my age, with a pale face and long black hair. His body was crisscrossed with sheaths of silver weapons. He had no sleeves and ripped muscles. He wore black pants, also covered in sheaths. He dark blue eyes and a murderous look, like he was planning my death.
"This is Oliver Hunt. Oliver, meet Jack," Gracie pointed to the pale dude with the blonde-white hair. "Will," She gestured to the big guy. "Amy is next to him and that's Dylan. Any questions?" She seemed pretty upbeat, so I figured this was the safe place. I shook my head. "Good. Now follow me and I'll show you around." We barely got three steps before Dylan spoke up. "Can he fight?" He asked. Gracie was gonna say something but I answered for myself. "Yes." I answered. I couldn't look weak in front of these people. I sensed that much. "How about we test that shall we?" Dylan said with a grin.
