Your name is Dirk Strider, a highly ranked demon. But currently, you're in...a "pickle" for the lack of a better word. You're staring into the emerald eyes of your captor. Your forked tongue lapped at your busted lip roughly. He jerked the gun back under your chin. "Tell me. Demon." he hissed once more. "I am not afraid to blow your fucking brains everywhere across this wall." all your could do was roll your vibrant snake-like orange eyes. "Oh right, like I'm supposed to let a demon hunter like you know, English." You hissed out the words with as much venom as possible. He growled and put his finger on the trigger, jerking back your hair. "Jake! No time! We found the hive." Jane came in and chirped. Jake glared at you once more before standing. "Another time, Demon. Though there won't be much more of you here before long. C'mon, Janie." he left, locking the door. You growled and struggled against the binding, the chains rattling furiously. "Fuck!" there wasn't anything you could do. You only hoped Dave and Roxy escaped. After hours of struggling, you caught the scent of someone familiar approaching. "Roxy?" you called out.
"Dirk?!" Roxy's voice chimed from outside the door. "Are you okay? Hold on, I'm coming in for you." You jerked up quickly.
"No! Roxy, the door is hex-" there was an electrocuting sound, and that amazing smell of burnt flesh that never gets old.
"OW! MOTHERFUCKER!" She screeched. You closed one eye then sighed deeply.
"I warned you. They got this place secured, they're after the hive-"
"Don't worry about the hive. We got that taken care of." You let out a sigh of relief. Thank the elders that Dave wasn't there. "Why are you even here?" she added.
"They think I have something. Something I don't have or I do and don't remember. Someone they need. Someone named John." you stared at the ground. She shuffled her feet on the grass. "That's the name of the kid Dave took as a mate!" Oh yeah...now you remember. It was that kid, the one that is happy even though he basically was forced into a very painful transition. Shit shit shit . SHIT! "Fuck me." You growled out, hitting your head against the pillar that you were bound to.
"You're pretty fucked, ain't ya, Dirk?" Dave's voice came up. The tips of your ears darkened.
"Yes I'm fucked! All because you wanted one motherfucking human! Fuck! Did everyone get the hell out?" You shouted, fangs and teeth baring. Dave scoffed.
"Yeah. Gamzee and Eridan caught their scout. Now Gamzee has the kid and Eridan is going on a rampage trying to find the other scout that got away."
"Get his name?" Dirk was intrigued. Now he had to get out.
"Karkat and Sollux. We got the one name Karkat, Sollux got away on foot." the scent of English and Crocker were approaching. Your eyes turned a deep red. "Go! They're back!" you heard their wings flap signaling they were gone. Jake flung open the door, fuming.
"YOU ALERTED THEM!" he shouted.
"And what makes you think this, English?"
"THAT HIVE WAS BLOODY EMPTY! OUR SCOUTS TOLD US IT WAS FULL! OVER SEVERAL DEMONS!" You could help but chuckle.
"You mean Sollux and Karkat. Yeah, we have 'em. But then again, if you want them alive...you'll treat me wiser." Now you've got the upper hand, Strider. The demon has the Demon Hunter...