A young boy stood alongside his dad in the baking section of the grocery store.
"Dad, can I please go check out the movies!" he whined as his dad tried deciding between the yellow Betty Crocker cake mix or the vanilla. For the fifth time the father had shook his head in disapproval.
"John I told you that we don't have the budget for another Nicolas Cage film."
"I don't want to buy one!" The child tried to bargain. "I just want to look at them!" he continued to whine. The father ignored him and ultimately decided on purchasing both mixes. John fed up with his father stomped his foot, but the father continued to ignore his tantrum. He realized his father wasn't going to take him, and in a spite of rage he took off. His father called out from behind but he continued to run until he reached the movie aisle.
He was about to continue tromping into the aisle but a father scolding his son in front of him stopped him. John hid behind a shelf as he eavesdropped on the family of three. A scary father and a boy who looked about five years older than him, with a younger brother about johns age sitting quietly in the cart.
"Mituna if you don't stop messing around with that heir gang you are going to get hurt and lose your mind!" The dad silently shouted at the boy. Tears streamed from the boys shaggy bangs that covered his eyes. "You are too young for that kind of business. I don't want what happened to your mother to happen to…" Before John heard the end of the conversation two hands picked him up from behind.
"John Egbert you had me worried sick! No movies for a week you understand me!" John's dad scolded him as he buckled john into the baby seat on the cart.
"Dad, what's a heir?" The father was stunned by Johns change in attitude.
"Well umm… Maybe you can call them a hero?" The dad wasn't sure how to respond.
"Heroes save people right?"
"Well yes…" The dad didn't know where the conversation was heading.
"So if I become a heir then I can save people from getting hurt like nana was?" Taken aback by the answer, the father continued on pushing the cart, not sure how to answer his son.
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12 years later.
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"Happy birthday bitch!" Mituna called across from the small room. Equius stood to the side pouring a couple glasses of milk before greeting john.
"Greetings indeed! At last we can finally be a group of all highly aged people!" Equius held out a glass to John who thankfully accepted.
"Yup." John chuckled taking a sip of the cool liquid. "Eighteen all the way and what not!" John took his seat at his regular spot in the corner of the room. He tried his best to feel excited now been officially a heir, but it wasn't like it was new. He has been hanging around these areas since he was sixteen, it was only until now that he was officially a member. The room was no larger than a janitors closet, dimly lit, with only a couple chairs and a small radio in to corner. There wasn't really anything more needed, considering there were only three of them. Besides that, with the streets the way they were now it was probably best to have a small meeting area.
"Tho what doeth that little chrome of yourth have in plan for a party?" Mituna said through his lisp. "Clubbing and exthelent skateboarding?" He joked.
"Most certainly not! He would probably want to do something more tasteful like horse riding! Isn't that right John?" The two of them disagreed often.
John sighed, plastering a smile on his face. "I'm actually just going to hang out with my dad! You know how parents get when you get old?"
"My dad died in the navy." Mituna commented from the side, as if what he said didn't faze him.
"My father has completely disconnected himself from the world. He stays in his room all day, except when goes out to purchase the nectar of the gods. My butler is pretty nice, weak but like a father. You could say I am like that batman figure! Except I'm obviously higher in rank." Equius also unfazed said. John uncomfortably laughed a bit before downing the glass of milk. "So just to get some business down, before I go, what is the deal on the streets these days?"
"Puthy bitches be puthy bitches." Mituna sipped on his milk.
"Disgustingly agreeable. Not much has been happening recently. Everybody is just up to their usual business." Equius finished his third glass of milk before it shattered in his hands. "Lord!" He picked the glass out of his hands. "My righteous muscles once again get in the way." Mituna pulled a roll of gauze out from the cushion beneath him and tossed it toward Equius. John chuckled before setting his glass down and standing up.
"I'll see you all later!" He said before he left. Equius and Mituna hollered happy birthday at him before he shut the door and walked through the dim hallway leading outside. It was getting close to 11pm and soon his 18th birthday would be over. Walking along the dark street John couldn't help but feel if he was doing the right thing. If he continued doing what he was doing it would eventually shatter his title as a heir and the friendship he had built with the two.
"Argh!" John huffed into the sky. He reached for his face to clean his glasses before realizing once again that he had switched to contacts long ago. He sighed and continued to walk on. Before he could understand anything he was being pulled into a dark alley and was pinned against the wall.
"Mind if I steal a kiss?" Vriska cooed before pecking john on the lips. "Happy Birthday big boy." She backed up a couple steps. John blushed.
"Hey Vriska, I see you stooped to no expense this year. I was even lucky enough to get a kiss." John tried to look as cool as possible.
"You could get more if you would put your glasses back on? I miss my dork!" She teased playing with a strand of John's hair.
"I'm eighteen, glasses are a thing of the past." John looked to the side avoiding Vriskas stare.
"That's too bad, it's like I'm not even with John anymore." She sarcastically pouted turning around and leaning on him, pressing her head into his chest.
"So where is Meenah, I'm surprised she hasn't popped out of the shadows to stab me yet." John tried to hide his reddening face.
"You know, out and about stabbing some other geek for jewels. It's like treasure island around here." Vriska turned putting her face right in Johns. "What do you say you and me go steal? Something special for your birthday, like a nice pair of gold rimmed glasses." She inquired.
"Can't. I have to go pick up something." John lied for the second time that night.
"Pick up something? Secretive as always I see." She winked. "Why don't we steal it together?"
"I'm not a thief like you." John tried winking back but it came out weird.
"Actually I'm surprised that you didn't decide to become a Thief John." Vriska leaned in closer to John.
"And why is that?" John asked lightly pushing her off of him.
"Because you stole the best jewel of them all." The corner of her mouth perked up in a tiny smile. "My heart." She pretended to swoon before walking back off into the darkness. "See you around Egbert." She called out before the darkness swallowed her.
"You stole my heart first, dummy." John muttered under his breath staring after her. He then too turned at walked off.
Shaking out the butterflies Vriska left in his stomach, it seemed as though the further he walked down the deserted street the darker it got, and the more hesitant John was to going through with this. If he stopped now and turned away, he would never be bothered with it again, but his friend's meant the world to him, and if turning away from them meant saving them then that is what he would do.
Looking to make sure he wasn't being followed he entered a dark alley that ended with a door. Pulling a key out from around his neck he unlocked it and stepped inside. Locking the door behind him, he deposited the key in a small safe to the side and continued on down to a second door. He knocked twice.
"Password?" a voice called from beyond the door.
"Your mom Dave! Open up!" John rolled his eyes at the cliché question. The door creaked open and before he could take two steps in he was pounced on.
"Happy Birthday John!" Jade shouted wrapping her arms around his neck. He laughed, hugging her back.
"Thanks jade." He patted her on the head. Even though she was a couple months older, John was a good head taller than her. Walking in he was greeted by Happy birthdays from everyone; Dave, Rose, Jane, Roxy, Dirk, and Jake. Everyone who said they would be there.
"Alright fuckers, enough with the greetings, let's get this operation started, and then we get cake. Dave called out as we all found seats around the decent room. It was white with a few metal chairs set up and a sofa pushed into the corner. On the wall hung a small, Walmart brand white board, hanging crooked by a few thumb tacks. "So there is a small problem that seems to be arising. This bitch." Dave points a scraggily drawn figure, hard to make out, on the board. "Douche calls himself Lord English."
"Huh? Jake?" Roxy, intoxicated as usual take a break from hanging from Dirk to look at him.
"I'm proud to say that scraggily fellow is not me." Jake gave a shaky laugh.
"Also Roxy," Dave regained his position as the head of talking. "If you would like to take the fucking time to stop swinging like a monkey from my brother and find a proper seat that would be pretty fucking great." Roxy pouted and moved over to Jane.
"So in the group we have a Knight, a seer, a witch, a maid, a page, a rogue and a prince. The only classes that we are missing are a bard, a sylph, a mage, and a thief.
"Why don't we have a contributing member from those classes?" Jane asked.
"Because we all come from a class which has three members, A class can survive with only two but not one. The bards, the sylphs, the mages, and the thieves only have two members for their class. Besides, we have all known each other since god damn birth. I couldn't trust anyone else not to fuck the plan up."
"Speaking of the plan, what exactly is it?" Rose looked up from her book.
"We take care of business before things get out of hand with this English guy, and then we go back to our groups. We do not let them know anything about this, is that understood?"
"Why is that Dave." Dirk finally spoke.
"Because we all know how hard it is for them all to work together. We have had enough class fights already, and if they find out about us secretly working together they are going to try and buy in, get us all killed, or maybe if its fucking Christmas, our lucky asses get both." John sat there thinking over what Dave had said. It was true; there was at least one person from every class that had it out for another person in a different class. It would be too chaotic to get them to work together and if this "Lord English" was enough of a threat to get them to go behind their friends backs, it was probably for the better that they didn't know.
"What do we even know about this guy?" Dirk responded.
"I actually heard he took out one of the biggest drug cartels in New Mexico because he could." Jake commented.
"I heard that he was taking on the west coast! Why is he over here in Sburb? Jade asked.
"I'm not sure, but it's our job to take this asshole out. The only thing that I know is a fact is that he has or had a relationship with a woman named Helena Icarus Cooper. Jade and Jane, I'll let you guys figure out more about her. Until then, our meeting is over. Everybody got up; hide the fact that we were ever there and left one by one. Jade with Jake to their inherited home, Dirk and Roxy to their apartment, and Rose to Kanaya's house. Jane wished her cousin John one last happy birthday before she too headed to her own apartment which left Dave and John alone.
Dave pulled out two cans of apple soda and tossed one to John. "Happy birthday bro."
"Lying to my friends isn't my definition of a happy birthday." John cracked it open, cursing when it foamed over.
"It's only for a short while" They both lounged back on the sofa. "When we get rid of this guy, it will be like nothing happened." They both sighed, hoping what Dave said would come true.
"How are things with you and Terezi?" John finally spoke.
"Ehh, the more we go on the more it feels like a rebound relationship. She still feels horrible about Karkat." He looked down. "What about you and Vriska."
"You know, I see her here and there. It more like we mutually like each other. She kissed me today."
"Wow! Aren't you on a high chair?" They both took a drink at the same time. "You know, since it's your birthday, why don't we get some sweet bro and hella jeff tattoos?"
"Fuck that." They both laughed and clinked their glasses together.
"To eighteen." John sighed and sipped his juice. "So shouldn't our little "secret group" have a name." he chuckled
"That only makes us more official, it's not like we are going to stay this way."
"Why don't you throw one at me, it's my birthday." John teased.
"Hmm" Dave pretended to ponder. "We can call ourselves the humans." They both pretended to gasp in awe and laughed.
"To being human." John said; both of them clinking their glasses again.
"Fuck yea."
Woot at ya! Glad I was able to get this out before school started! New story Im starting inspired by art from blackoutballad on tumblr! Check out her art and page because she is really amazing! :3 Also please read my other story Broken(Homestuck) and check out my one shot The Obstacle Course. (Hunger Games)The next perspective is going to be in Karkats POV so please look out for that! Favorite, follow and leave reviews :3 Ta-ta for now!