Be the Hunters:
You can't be all of the hunters dumbass. Try again.
Be the hunter John Egbert:
That's better.
== Your name is John Egbert and your life is pretty fucking weird. Of course, that's how it's been since you could remember, so to you your life is normal. Today is May 8th 2020 and you have just recieved news that your sister is dead.
Well, you don't know that she is actually dead, but you'd rather she were than the other option; the demons. Your teeth clench just at the thought of them and you struggle to relax your jaw as you load up your weapons, checking the ammo in your guns, cleaning your blades, etc. You slip the last dagger into a slot in your dark jean jacket and look at your appearance in the mirror.
Your hair, once messy and long, is cut shorter, but still a few persistant pieces peak out. Piercing blue eyes stare back at your now chiseled face and rest on a long scar that goes in a jagged line from the edge of your left eye to the edge of your collar bone. Instinctively, your pale fingers reach out to touch it, but then you clench your hand into a fist as the door opens and shuts; announcing the prescence of another.
"John!" you turn to see Jane stumbling into the room, "I-It's about Jade! The demons...they have her!"
You freeze, muscles insantly locked, and tense. Your sweet sister (well sweet around people, kicks ass around demons) was in the clutches of the beings you hated most. Swallowing thickly, you turn to look at your relative, whose sky blue eyes are wide, and her tanned skin is covered with sweat.
"Who else knows?" you ask.
She pants slightly as she responds, "Jake and Karkat."
You nod and head towards the door of the warehouse you and your team have been using as a base, "Keep an eye on the place."
"Keep clear, John," Jane says, using the expression that was code for 'be safe'.
Well. Not really code. You all just thought it sounded cool.
"You too Jane, round everyone up will you?" you say as you pause in the doorway, "Oh. And may the black blood paint the skies."
She smiles knowingly, but her eyes betray her feelings, and you know she is concerned for your well being. You shrug it off and exit into the night, keeping a pistol held tightly in your hand just to be safe. Your intentions tonight are as black as the demon's blood, of which you are determined to spill.
== Be Jade Harley
Your name is Jade Harley and you are scared shitless. Sweat matts your long, curly black hair to your forehead, and your jade green eyes strain against the darkness around you. Your hands are tied behind your back against the back of a chair and your legs are in the same position with the legs of the chair. For what you know right now you are alone, but you aren't entirely sure.
Suddenly, a door creaks open about three feet in front of you, and you swallow dryly as someone...no something enters, "Sup Harley, long time no see."
Somehow you find the courage to spit back a response, "Yes, the last time we saw each other I just about killed your sister."
"Almost, dear Jade," the silky voice corrects, sending shivers down your spine, "Rose is now in much better condition. Your lucky that I'm the one that found you though or you'd be in a much worse position."
You surpress a shudder and glare at where you guess it is standing, "Go to hell Strider."
"I've already been there sweetheart," suddenly, you are staring into shocking red eyes, and you can't help the startled gasp that escapes you.
He gently cups the side of your cheek and strokes it lovingly with his thumb, "Dammit get away from me," you hiss.
"And what are you going to do about it?" he asks softly, not stopping.
You struggle to come up with an answer, as you aren't exactly sure yourself, and he smirks at his victory, "It's good that you know there is absolutely nothing you can do."
"Fuck you, Dave," you spit at him and glare with all your might.
He frowns ever so slightly as the back of his hand wipes off the saliva on his cheek, "That wasn't very smart Harley."
You gasp as his hand wraps around your throat tightly and you let out a strangled sound. He cocks his head and stares at you, his fingers continuing to add pressure to your throat.
"I thought you had some brains in the fragile little skull of your's Jade," he says softly, "Maybe I should just end you right now, but...that would be such a waste of a pretty face."
His fingers are suddenly gone and so is he, "D-Dave?" you call out softly, getting a little anxious.
You jump as his voice whispers in your ear, "Night night Harley."
Then the world goes black.