The Pact

Chapter 1: Subway: Gateways to the Universe

Equus POV:

I walk a line.

A thin line

Between responsibility and insanity

I walk this line.

See inside.

Doo doo doo

I walk a thin line.

Between insanity and responsibility.

To bring clarity.

Doo doo doo.

Hmm hmm hmm

Hmm hmm hmm

A dun dun dun dun

I whisper the song under my breath, twirling the yellow-stained knife in my right hand. I don't know where I heard it or if I just made it up, but I could care less.

I stroll forward, walking on fence posts along the yard of an abandoned house. I stop twirling my knife when I hear a shriek from the inside of the house. I hum quieter, straining my ears to hear better.

An unintelligible yell resounds through the deserted surroundings.

Ok, not deserted surroundings.

I chuckled to myself as I looked around. Hundreds of bodies spanned over the valley around the secluded house. The bodies weren't those of homo sapiens. No. They were seven to nine-foot-tall purple-skinned creatures. I couldn't be bothered to learn the name of the three armed alien race.

My head whipped back towards the house as I heard a door squeak open. A typical human-sized figure walked out of the front door of the four-story house. I grinned as I hopped off the fence.

I whispered my made-up lyrics under my breath as I approached the cloaked man.

He was around 6'1, all clad in black. Black cloak, hood, boots, jeans, t-shirt, mask, you name it. Well, I guess the yellow blood covering his clothes wasn't black. His mask wasn't anything remarkable. Personally, I thought mine was cooler.

His mask was a black dog. Not an average dog, though. No, this dog face had three small horns between its eyes and spaced out to the nose, like a rhino. Black fur covered the mask. Our masks didn't cover our mouths; that way, I could see if anything I did ticked him off. But the mask was pretty much this guy's identity, Kyon, which meant dog in ancient greek.

Anyway, Kyon, or as I call him, Doggo, waited for me to snap out of my thoughts and stop singing.

"Are you done?" I grinned at him. He could be so touchy sometimes.

"Of course, my dearest Doggo," I answered sweetly. Kyon frowned at me as I held in my laughter.

He sighed, and I pouted; he was no fun.

"I finished up there, and I can see you're done out here," I nodded to myself as I cleaned my bloody knife on my cloak. I wore a matching outfit with Kyon, so I was layered in black as well.

My mask, however, was not a dog. No, mine was a horse. Ok, I know what you're thinking, a horse? That's not cool! Ok, but my mask can shapeshift, meaning I can be anything! Also, a black horse is pretty cool. All Kyon's mask does is give him the ability to instakill or become a ghost dog.

Anyways Kyon has been rambling about the reason we've been here for the past ten minutes or so, explaining the information he found, but honestly, I could care less. I want to massacre another army already.

"Equus!" I snapped my head towards Kyon, who looked very exasperated in his posture, and the thin line that was his mouth set to a scowl.

"Gods, I hate it when it's Wintertime. You can't focus as much as usual and tend to crave murder. Seriously one army is good enough for today. Tomorrow we can change planets and assassinate a few other aliens, ok? Just, let's go home for right now," Kyon sighed tiredly and rubbed his dog mask's forehead.