There's a thin line between what is myth and what is real - Anonymous

Biography Of Characters:

Sarah Grentshaw

Race: Human

Height: 5'7

Weight: 120

Hair Color: chocolate brown, to shoulders, messy

Eye Color: blue

Age: 20

Status: Single

History - Age 2 parents die in car crash and turns over care to grandfather, Age 8 grandfather killed by cult beleived by sarah to have passed away, Age 10 taken into foster care after witness of brothers murder, Age 13 began to ditch school and start sword training, Age 14 dropped out of school and got job while starting training in Dojo, Age 16 leaves Dojo with full knowledge and weapon training commences, Age 18 leaves home to get new place and starts getting hunted by cult that killed grandfather, Age 20 remains hunted now a full target and well into a war with the cult.

Ashley Lynnyer

Race: Half Demon, Half Human (cat)

Height: 5'6

Weight: 105

Hair Color: black, short, blue streaks

Eye Color: green
Age: 19

Status: Single

History - Age 1 father leaves home parents divorce, Age 2 scar on upper right arm from burn (important), Age 5 learns about library and reads up on her history, Age 8 father shoots mother salvages her and kills himself then given into custody of grandfather, Age 10 sexually abused by grandfather and starts gun practice and sword techniques, Age 12 moves out of fathers house to move in with cousin, Age 15 cousin gets killed by same cult that is hunting Sarah and continues to live by self, Age 18 looks into cult background and begins to be the second full target, Age 19 fully protected and well into a war against the cult.

Steve Eroson

Race: Demon (dog)

Height: 6'0

Weight: 180

Hair Color: pure black

Eye Color: silver (yes silver)

And so it begins...

Sarah opens her eyes slightly because of the sunshine seeping in through the open window by her bed.

"Ugh. Morning already?" She mumbles to herself and gets up to make a pot of coffee in her small kitchen in her small apartment. She's learned how to caffinate her body because of all the training she does at night barely gives her any sleep.

"Why can't daylight savings time hurry the hell up." She grumbles once again to herself as she pulles on her clothing she tossed aside last night after sweating out all the chocolate calories she gained before. Cramming a peice of bread into her mouth she pulls out a chair at her table by her TV set and reads the newspaper, the obituaries of course.

'Looks like another one of their men went MIA on them' she thinks to herself refering to the cult that killed her brother and grandfather. It's been a silent few days for her because she's recently noticed they havent been chasing her all that much. They used to even follow her into a public bathroom where she would have to beat the living crap out of them just so she could take a wizz. It's not like she wanted them to come challenge her or anything, but she did like a bit of a challenge every now and then. She throws the morning newspaper onto the couch across the room from her and decides to go for her morning jog to see if anyone will follow her this time. She undresses from her sweaty gross clothes and tosses it into the nearest laundry hamper making a mental note to do laundry once in a lifetime. She looks in her closet and fears the worst, her jogging suit is dirty.

'Okay. Scratch that idea.' she thinks to herself and pulls down a few dirty clothes from her closet so the hamper is now full, and takes a walk to the laundromat.

Jamming the quarters into the washig machine, along with her clothes and detergent, Sarah starts her load and sits on top of the vibrating machine beneath her while reading her book that she brought with her about demons and hunters. Demons do exsist in her world, have for years in fact, and she's had a few bumpy relationships with a few. Most of them wanted more than just a touch on the butt thats for sure. As always the front secretary of the corner laundromat was not at her work station and instead in the back room with a customer having the time of their lives letting everyone in the store know what they were doing.

Sarah sighs and jumps off the machine almost losing her balance because it gave a small squeal when she got off its lid. It dared to quit on her, in fact it sputtered and groaned, but a quick whack on its lid with her fist did the trick and it was up and rumbling good as new again. Sarah made sure that all customers were attentivly glued to their books or laundry otherwise tuned into the noise in the back, before she sneaked over to behind the counter where the cash register was.The laundromat didnt have surveilance systems thank god because the owner didnt think that anyone would be stupid enough to steal from a lousy laundromat whose machines barely work. The ping signals that sarah's washing load was done but she ignored it and took out the dagger from her side pocket in her cargo jeans and twisted it around in the lock. She didnt hear the ching of the bell above the door of someone entering nor did she see the person in front of her until Ashley slammed her hand down on the counter so hard it made the tile crack a little.

"If you need money so bad why not get a job like the rest of us?" Ashley says boringly and sets her load on a chair nearest the most rattled machine in the store, basically ignoring Sarah behind the counter knowing just as well if she wanted to start something Ashley would be the one to end it, not by force but she does have an attitude that works above average a day.

"Some of us really cant afford nor have the education for a job." Sarah says using her smart ass mouth like always and unlocks the lock taking only a couple twenty dollar bills out of the register before closing it, putting the money in her pocket, then attending back to her load. Ashley unexpectadly sets her load of laundry, existing of almost all black, on the washer next to sarahs and starts throwing it in just like Sarah did.

"That would be your fault, not mine." Ashley counters putting a few quarters in the machine and letting it start its rumbling sequence. Ashley doesnt pull out a book nor does she tend to the rest of her laundry. Instead she focuses her eyes on the scar on Sarah's right arm just above the wrist which looks unusually like it was made from one of the swords the clan members carry with them.

"You've taken an interest in something already or what?" Sarah asks noticing that Ashley was looking at her scar.

"Yea. Where'd you get that?" Ashley asks grabbing for Sarah's wrist but Sarah jerks it away and continues with her load.

"If you wanna nose into my business then maybe i should ask you about that burn on your upper arm." Sarah says smart ass like and Ashley knew automatically what she was talking about also cursing at herself for wearing a tanktop on the worst day.

"I got it when i was tackling my dad into some rose bushes. Now where did you get that scar?" Ashley says making another grab for Sarah's arm but missing again by a few inches.

"Playing in rose bushes." Sarah says now paying full attention to Ashley's eyes.

"Liar" Ashley storms her temper rising a notch above the normal scale.

"Liar" Sarah counters again with her reflexes when Ashley makes another move for her wrist.

"You're really starting to piss me off." Ashley says putting her hands on her hips and glares at Sarah.

"How can i be doing that when you started this shit?" Sarah asks getting her temper flared too and just when they were about to exchange blows someone screamed from the back of the laundromat. From the back room. Sarah and Ashley both looked in that direction at the same time and both quoted "Oh Shit." as they ran towards the back and swung open the door so hard it basically fell off its hinges.

"Hello Girls. Imagine running into both wanted criminals at the same time."