Two best friends, Victoria and Hemlock, are pulled out of their world by two angels. They learn to open up, hunt, and defend the world from villains who just can't seem to quit. The friends jumping into different universes to protect all they can. W...
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John ran his fingers through his hair and sighed. Why did he let Sherlock out of the house? He looked over at the other two people with him. The girl was examining a key in her hand while the other guy impatiently tapped his foot. The key, itself, was a fairly normal key. How could one even tell that the key was for a gate to the hell? It looked more like a key to a storage unit.
"You know, since we all lost someone important, we should, er, work together." John said to the both of them. The other two glanced at him and nodded in agreement. John clenched his jaw, he wasn't sure what to do nor what to say honestly. He felt lost and confused.
"I know the entrance to hell, but it's far from here. Unless there is one here as well?" Victoria ran her finger over the key. She couldn't help, but be angry with Hemlock. Why did he hide things from her? What was Crowley talking about?
Victoria was startled by a hand on her shoulder, she looked at the hand. It was Baby's. She gave Baby a weak smile. He gently smiled back.
"We'll get them back. I swear," Baby said softly.
"Let's get on with it," John clapped his hands together. "I usually don't have much faith in this, but to see it with my own eyes seems to have given me some type of belief. Now I just need to know who you two are."
"We're hunters. We hunt things that go bump in the night in America. England has James Bond type of hunters. The Doctor is a timelord. Anything else needs to be clarified?"
"British bloke who snapped them away and the other British bloke? Were they all British?" John tapped his chin. He needed a bit of information before diving head deep into this situation.
"Actually demon dude is Scottish. Or his mom was, I dont know the show never clarified. He's Crowley. Other guy is English and is the Master, "
Baby snorted, "I'm sorry,ut that sounds awfully kinky." The other two let out a small chuckle. No use in being too serious since they have to spend a lot of time together.
- In Hell
"Chains? Really? They don't call you Master for just nothing, huh?" The chain around Hemlock's neck was yanked by the Master. The Master gave a scowl to the redhead. This only pushed Hemlock to piss him off even more. "Tryna intimidate me? Jokes on you, it only made me harde- oW"
The comment had earned Hemlock a smack from upside the head by Crowley. Hemlock glared at Crowley who was glaring at him in turn. Moriarty laughed, "Oh come on, he's just a little boy."
Moriarty caressed Hemlock's face and gripped it tightly, "The only way you handle little boys is by spanking them, isn't that right, Boy?" Hemlock felt his face burn red. Usually his provocative comments could get the other person annoyed enough to leave him be, but it had the opposite effect on Moriarty. Moriarty had a wicked smile on his face as he stared down Hemlock.
