Demon Hunterz

Chapter 5: The Hunters

Later on that night...

The echos of drunken men. All cackling gleefully downstairs. Discussing vigor subjects such as women, beer, sports, and who killed the most demons. They talk loosely and dirty. Feeling good off the seductive vibes of alcohol. Not having a care in the world.

From the sounds of it, they must be our father's lifelong friends. All demon killers. Each having their own personal records. Some in the triple digits. My father only came in third. Compared to the other three.

I sulk in my room alone. Sammie had left ten minutes ago. Too tired to even think straight. Hell, I don't blame her. We been waiting for hours. Cooking up scenarios of how exactly everything was gonna play out. To hear the truth about what was hidden from us. But now it's midnight. And the time for explanations has passed.

But I don't give up easily. Not when the truth is this close!

I sneak my way out the crack of my door. Careful not to make any sudden noise. When it comes to me. The very thing wrong with this whole subtle approach.

They're drunk for crying out loud! Knowing them, they probably wouldn't even notice me. Let alone be bothered by my presence. I might as well just ask him straight up. No holding back. I bet that'll get his attention.

I walk causally down the hallway. The sound of their voices grow and fill the hall.

"It's uh real fucking shame!" A voice booms. Rough and scratchy-like. The way he talks reminds me of a drill sergeant. "Kids these days will never know the troubles we had to go through. Because back in our time, we were trained to fight demons at the age of thirteen. Was forced to go to the deepest bowels of hell at sixteen, and by the time we were in our twenties, we had slaughtered so many, I don't even remember half of em!"

"Damn right!" Another man cheers on.

"I see your indecent tone hasn't changed in all the years, Bruce." Frederick mutters.

"It's a disgrace if you ask me." Another, much softer and elderly voice speaks.

"What is? Bruce's way of talking? Or..." Frederick asks.

"That your kids don't know about their-"

His voice gets too low for me to hear. I strain my ears. Hoping to make out the words. But to no success. I even listen for my father to say something. But he remains disturbingly silent for like a minute straight. Too quiet for my liking.

I rush downstairs. Feet thumping against bare wood in loud thuds. The second I reach the bottom step. I come face to face with four men. All sitting around on the separate sofas. They all turn to stare at me. That's when I freeze up inside.

"What's the matter boy?" Frederick says. He is the least drunk. I can tell just by how clear his words land on my ears. His speech doesn't have a slur like the others.

"I-I need to ask you something!" I say. I was shivering. Nervous about speaking in front of grown ups. Mostly because the only ones I deal with our my teachers at school and my father. I wasn't used to staring eye to eye with strangers. Especially those who kill monsters like its a game to them.