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Chapter 14: The Just Prosecutors

The picture above is how I imagine Matt but you can imagine him however you want. 

It was 2:00 in the morning. Rain dripped off the roofs of abandoned houses. Matt waited, hidden in the shadows. It had been just three days ago when both Allen and Clair had gone missing. He didn't know how he was going to tell Jake he had lost them, but first Matt had to worry about finding the team. He was in an old alley in New York City.

Matt searched high and low for Allen and Clair, but he had no luck. Then he received a distress signal from Madison, and knew he had to leave. Jake had been all over the States searching for recruits, yet from the sound in Madison's voice there didn't seem to be much luck.

Matt searched for shadows lingering in the light, yet he saw none. Matt had heard a scream come from this direction. He had always been quick on his feet and able to slip in and out without being noticed. Finally, he heard the clanging sound of metal hitting metal. He ducked lower to not be seen. From the darkness appeared two Reapers. The tattoos on their bodies was a clear giveaway.

Blood dripped from one of their nails. Matt readied his hand on the throwing knives hidden in his weapon belt. Madison had discovered you could paralyze them for a moment by hitting a nerve on their neck. It was small and hard to hit, but Matt could do it.

In a split moment Matt had thrown both knives and immediately knocked both the Reapers out. Then, Matt entered the empty house. To his dismay, he was too late. Matt searched the body for anything useful. He had been under war type experiences before and he knew he had to push past his emotions and do what was needed. At least that's what Jake always told him.

Matt continued in the cover of night. He wouldn't stop until he reached JP headquarters. That's what they decided to call themselves. The Just Prosecutors. The Government had assigned them to hunt and kill the supernaturals, therefore they were prosecutors. However, Jake didn't like that name, being the type of guy he was so Madison suggested they be call the Just Prosecutors. Matt abbreviated the name to JP and the team seemed to like it.

Matt ran through the darkness. He had to reach Jake and the others, he couldn't leave them alone. On his journey Matt had faced many Supernatural beings, they were becoming more and more frequent. He had been wounded in a hand to hand combat with a Reaper. However, he knew if he could just reach the headquarters, he would be fine.

Matt paused to catch his breath outside the city lines. Sweat dripped off his brow dampening his ninja headband. The moon was bright tonight, which only made it harder on him to sneak by the creatures of the night. A loud screech was heard from behind him. Instinctively Matt threw his arm which held his knife behind him slicing the monster.

A woman covered in fur and pointy ears screamed from the wound.

"Stupid werewolf." Matt muttered through his clenched teeth.

Wolves, especially females were fierce and didn't go down easy. Matt pulled out two ninja stars and threw them directly at her weak points. The beast threw her hands up blocking the blades, but wounding her arms. They were silver so it would slow her down a little.

However, to Matt's dismay, she didn't even hesitate, she pounced on him quicker than the speed of light. She was completely on top of him, her claws dug deeply into his wrist. She threw her teeth toward his face. Matt quickly moved his head away, then he shoved up his legs and kicked her. Unfortunately, she was too strong, she let go of his hands for a split moment before clawing at him. Thankfully he blocked her viscous attacks with his arms.

"This dumb moon is giving her power." Matt grunted.

He moved one arm away and quickly grabbed a nearby stone. Then he smashed it into her head. Matt rolled to the side then quickly jumped up. He turned just in time to see her howl in agony.

"Shoot!"

In no time two more wolves came from the shadows. Matt ducked and blocked, but with three wolves on him he knew he had to end it soon. Claws and teeth were everywhere he looked. Matt pulled out ten knives, five in each hand. In one movement he threw them at the beast. Each blade was laced in wolfs bane. The wolves flesh began burning from the poison.

Without hesitation, Matt took his last and strong mini sword and beheaded them. First, he attacked the woman, who was already weak. Then, he went after the other two, who were cowering in fear. In a split moment the night, was once again silent.

"Well, that was fun." Matt said sarcastically as he retrieved his weapons.

He checked the wolves for anything useful, but as he expected, there was nothing. His stomach had been ripped to shreds. His grey shirt was now full of holes and claw marks, not to mention his jacket. The brown leather was practically torn off from the female's blows.

"Man, this was my favorite jacket." Matt wined.

However, it was better than his life, even he admitted that. Matt was not in agony, but he knew he had to keep moving. Matt ran, leaving the dead behind. He could only hope there wasn't any supernaturals nearby, or else they could come after him. He ran deep into the night; it wasn't until dawn before he reached headquarters.

Matt finally slowed when the farm house came to few. The house was miles away from the city and from any civilization.

"Thank goodness." Matt sighed as he jogged to the front door.

His body was about to give out on him. He hadn't eaten since the disappearance of Allen and Clair; he didn't have time. He had fought more supernaturals in the last couple of days than he had in weeks. The muscles in his body ached and screamed at him for rest, but he never did.

When Matt reached the door, his hand went straight for his knives. The door was busted open, blood dripped off the door knob. Matt's eyes furrowed, he was in complete concentration. He slowly entered the house. Though there was a lot of blood, Matt couldn't find any dead bodies. In fact, he only saw dead supernaturals.

As he reached the top of the stairs he heard a disgusting sound. He placed his back against the wall, then he leaned his head forward just enough so he could look inside the room. His suspicions were answered as he saw a disgusting Vampire eating a dead werewolf.

"This world is so disgusting." Matt spoke inside his mind.

He drew his small sword and thrusted toward the creature. It was in eating mode, which meant it's reflexes were slowed down, by the desire to feast. As he sliced his sword into the monster's neck he screamed in anger. "Die, you miserable filth!"

The best was dead in seconds as his head flew off its body. Matt stood tall as he examined the blood spattered room.

"Man, why is it always so gruesome." He spoke aloud as his hand brushed through his blonde hair.

After gathering all the bodies and burning them, Matt rested himself on the farmhouse stairs. He gently removed his blood covered headband.

As he spoke, he played with it in his hands. "What a rotten day this turned out to be." His heart ached for his friends.

He didn't know where they were, or what they were doing, let alone if they were still alive. With a loud sigh, Matt stood back up. He tightly retied his headband on. The one thing he did know, was that he was hurt and if he didn't get help he was going to be some monsters next meal.