The Unnatural

Chapter 1: Me, You, and Him

Living a normal life made us happy to be alive, to be one as a whole was everything to us. Aaron being the second oldest after me turned out to be a bright boy as the child I once knew just the look on his face made me more than his brother, for Rick, quiet as can be just as a mouse. Rick wasn't the lively one of us all but had great motivation and willpower but the things he would say or ask were more than enough, "Haha... So Rick, listen, so you got her number?", Aaron would ask laughing happily, he would play around with him just to tease or bother with little spite, we would all laugh. But we are the only family we have left, I remember asking my father if monsters actually exist but it still bothers me, the fear you can hear in his voice made me uncertain at the time, "No monsters aren't real, why do you ask this?".

Fuck you asshole!-Rick

Yeah, there we go again, "What is it now?", I would ask myself. Well it sounds like Rick, he started acting this way after we obliterated a vamps nest back in Arkansas, who would have known the girl he was dating at the time was actually a blood sucking bitch?

I'm tired of this shit! Why is it that every single fucking girl I date is a bloody monster?!-Rick

Aaron is teasing him just about now, but when you dealt with shit like this before it really doesn't bother you much, it will never end between those two just always going at each others heads, scares me to be honest after what we went through as young children being pushed and now here we are. I get up casually walking towards my closet door, opening it, deciding what to wear or what not. I take out my jeans and a white shirt alongside my black leather jacket to wear, "We're going hunting", I said to myself putting my clothes on then walking towards the front door to fit on my boots, grabbing my car keys, opening the front door walking out I see them from the 3rd floor brawling it out.

I don't know Rick, you were never the lucky one-Aaron
What is that supposed to mean?-Rick
It means you smell, look terrible, and are bad at small talk-Aaron

Aaron likes digging his own grave, but we have graves to dig ourselves, "Hey you fucking bastards, lets go and grab some breakfast then we're off for Minnesota!", I yelled loudly. I took the elevator down, checking my phone for news on any missing people that happened to go out of sight in the middle of the night, walking out towards the car once the sliding doors of the elevator opened I see Rick leaning on the right side of my "baby", looking at me was Aaron putting the weapons inside the trunk of the car. "So you guys seem ready", I grinned entering the challenger, hunting was our thing after their deaths and knowing that "things" like that go bump in the night sends chills up my spine. I am praying that what we do makes a difference for the ones we helped and saved, shit.