My name is Scarlett Drake. I'm seventeen years old and I live in a town called Pinewood Falls. I want to say right now, it's a dump. My father is a demon hunter, well, was a demon hunter. He was staked to the heart by one of the demons he was trying to hunt. After my fathers death, my mother was devastated. She went into deep depression and went mad when I was thirteen. She almost killed herself until I called 911. They immediately sent her away to what I call the loony hospital. I live with my brother, Kenton, in our house that is in terrible shape. He's twenty years old and he works at the gas station. Its a desert but he get paid. My life isn't normal. Me and Kenton have to carry on the line of hunters. Until we die. When he moved down the street, he didn't make things any easier.
I sat in my bedroom looking out the window to see the usual gloomy and bare neighborhood. Except this time it was raining. Then I noticed an unfamiliar dusty red pickup truck parked in the driveway of a dirtied white slightly damaged house. I studied the house carefully and saw a figure climb out of truck holding two brown boxes. He had blonde hair and hazel colored eyes. I blinked once and he was gone. I furrowed my eyebrows and got off my bed throwing my hair up and put on a longsleeved shirt. I tied my boots and ran downstairs towards the door sliding on my sweatshirt. The rain was dripping down tons but easily. When I turned my head to the new neighbor he was staring at me. Startled by him watching me I quickly look away to the ground knowing hes still there. Who was he?
I whipped my head over to him who was now standing infront of me.
"I-" before I could finish he cut me off.
"I know who you are, Scarlet." he told me firmly.
How did he know my name?
"Im Isaac." he told me sternly then the cry of demons ringed in my ears. The cry of demons only played when a demon or demonic creature was spoken of. Isaac is a demon! I had to act quickly.
"Demon!" I shouted quickly pulling a knife from my belt throwing it in his shoulder. Isaac groaned and winced in pain quickly ripping hthe knife out of his shoulder throwing it to the ground as I ran into my house. I swiftly climbed into my room pulling out my crossbow from my closet. Hurry up. I look to my door and hes standing there fangs out, claws instead of nails, and pitch black eyes. I shrieked and aimed an arrow in his stomach and in his chest. Isaac roared and lunged at hem causing my bow to fall out of my hands. I screamed and yanke a knife out of my belt slicing into the skin of his neck. He screeched and I kicked him off of me running out the door downstairs. But he was there waiting covered in wounds. Isaac slammed me to the wall and groaned trying to pick myself up but I couldn't. I felt tears drip out of my eyes and he pinned me to the wall and swiftly clawed my face causing me to pass out.
The next thing I remember is waking up in a dim lighten room tied to a chair. Not a normal chair. Its an electric shock treatment chair. Looking at the floors and walls, they both had hints of blood on them. There was a bathtub full of blood with a corpse in it. Other lifeless bodies laid on the ground. Weapons hanging on the walls and scattered on a table. I heard the door swing open with a loud crash. My vision was very blurry so I could barely see who it was. Then I realized, it was Isaac.
