Demons and evil spirits. They exist, and they're deadly. They lurk in the night, and slink through the shadows in the day. They prey on anyone close, and feed themselves with victims. I was born to get rid of these demons and evil spirits. I hunt them down and make sure they can't take any more spirits. I am one of the many hunters in the world, and my family has been doing this for billions of years, ever since ghosts started getting bored. I was trained to fight when I was only young, and travel with my mother and sister across the country, going wherever there's a mystery that seems like a ghost case. I work on the car when it needs fixing, and steal parts from any old dump nearby, whilst my mother usually drives and my sister handles our weapons. I only have a knife and pistol, but Ezzi had so many, she could probably open up a weaponry and keep it stocked for a couple months. Mom, whose name was Joyce, kept us all looking clean and handled our fake I.D's, along with making sure our fake cards never bounced. She kept me and Ezzi in line, but we occasionally let loose and did something reckless.
"Ariel, wake up. We're getting a motel room for the night." Ezzi shook my shoulder roughly, causing my body to shoot up into a sitting position, my chest heaving. "Sorry." She smiled sheepishly, grabbing her book bag from the floor. I tossed my duffle bag onto the front seat and climbed over the antique upholstery. This car was hella old, and only had two doors, but it was the only thing we brought with us when we left home. I followed mom into the room and saw Ezzi flopping onto the double bed, claiming it for the night. Looks like I was taking the couch.
"Honey, you want to go get some new clothes? There's a store down the road a while. I'm just going to walk around and see if there's any missing cases." Mom smiled, handing me a wad of money. I nodded, shoving it in a small coin purse and dropping that into my favorite drawstring bag. Ezzi mumbled something against the comforter, but it wasn't understandable, due to how muffled her voice was.
"What?" I asked, taking a step back from the door in confusion.
"I said, 'I'm coming with you.'" She repeated, hauling herself off the bed and towards the door.
"Ok." I nodded, walking out as mom pulled out a journal and fake I.D.
I slid into the driver's seat and started the car as Ezzi checked her guns under the back seat. "Alright, let's go."
We made our way to the shop, and once we pulled up, saw a familiar yellow tape bordering off part of the parking lot. I grinned and grabbed my phone, flipping it open and quickly dialing mom. "Hey, we found something. We'll be back soon to get you." I then snapped the device shut before she could respond, pocketing it. Ezzi dug through our box of I.D's and badges, then handed me a matching one.
We walked over to the crime scene, flashing our fake badges to be allowed in. "Who are they?" She asked, nodding her head to two men that definitely didn't belong. One had shaggy, almost shoulder-length hair, and was quite tall, whilst the other had shorter, light brown hair, and a distinctive plaid shirt that I recognized. I smirked.
"Trouble."