Jake and the Hunters

Jake walked away from his friends, He needed to find Isaac. He got into his car and drove off school grounds. He was not sure where Isaac was. But that was about to change. He pulled his car over and reached in his glove compartment and pulled out a map of the city. Since Isaac had marked him. It should be easy for him to find him. He pulled out his map and cut his hand. He winced at the pain. He dripped a drop of blood onto the map.

"Cibe ait tu air an aimsir fhaistineach tusa." he said. He pulled out a piece of cloth and wrapped his hand as he watched the drop of blood move around on the map. The drop of blood stopped on a spot on the map and disappeared.

"Figures, he would be there," said Jake aloud to himself.

Jake pulled his car up to an old building in downtown Beacon Hills. It was a two-story beige color nondescript type square building. There was a well-worn brown door with two windows that framed each side. Jake pulled his car into a half-full parking lot. He parked beside Isaac's big black SUV.

As Jake approached the building, he could tell that it was a hunter's owned business. There were too many clichés running through his head about the hunter's owning a gun store and firing-range. He approached the door. He could see the faint mark of a rune. It was the type rune that would alert someone in the back if a supernatural being was coming in.

'Great they got a supernatural doorbell,' he thought to himself.

He opened the door and went in. There were display cases of various guns in them. There was a middle age man with a salt and pepper beard and black hair behind one of the display cases. He was putting away ear muffs.

"I will be with you in a moment," he said as he put the ear muffs in their box, and he bent over to put them in a drawer below the display case.

"So, what can I do for you," said the man still putting away the ear muffs.

"Is Isaac here?" asked Jake.

"Who wants to know," said a voice behind him. Jake felt the barrel of a gun on the base of his head. The man that was putting away the ear muffs stood up with another gun pointed at him.

Jake was about to speak, "Don't say another word." said the man behind him. Then a searing pain and he blacked out. When Jake awoke, he found himself tied to a wooden chair. A chair made from mountain ash. He was sure that there was a sigil carved underneath as well. Someone stuffed a dirty sock in his mouth. Jake shook his head trying to clear the fog away.

"So, what do you want with Isaac... witch," asked a man and laugh. "I thought they called male witches warlocks. Isn't that right Jorge?"

When the fog cleared from his brain. Jake could see a man in his late twenties. He had a military-style haircut. Dressed in all black. His shirt looked like it was a size too small. He looked like he wore it to show off his muscles which were bulging all over.

'This guy must be on steroids. He was a total tool,' Jake thought to himself. He was probably some high up hunter's nephew. Trying to prove himself to other hunters he is just not here because of his uncle.

"I think that is what they call them," said Jorge.

Jake looked at the man called Jorge. He was a small Spanish man probably in his thirties standing beside a desk. He had his hair cut short and product in his hair that made his hair slick back. He had a well-groomed beard and mustache. Jake could tell that this man was much deadlier than the other tool. The desk had stacks of papers on it, a computer's monitor, and some other office junk on top. There was a magical object on the desk but, Jake was not sure what it was.

"So, does that mean you are one of those transgender warlocks." said the tool as he laughs. "I bet that he sits around and makes flowers change colors."

"Good one. Mitch," said Jorge not taking his eyes from Jake.

"Well, do you sit around and use your magic to change the colors of flowers," said Mitch.

Jake just looked at him. he pointed the gun at Jake's head and asked again.

"Well do you WITCH, sit around and change colors of flowers," said Mitch putting the gun towards his temple and pressing on it. Jake knew gun safety was still on.

"What the hell is going on here," said a loud voice. Jake at once knew the voice. It was Isaac.

"Sir," said Mitch standing to attention. "This witch set off the Rune. So, we captured him."

"Did he kill someone?" asked Isaac.

"Not that I know of," said Mitch.

"Did he come in here and cast a spell or put a hex on you or Jorge?" asked Isaac.

"No," stated Mitch. "He came in here and asked for you."

"And..." said Isaac.

"But he set off the alarm. So, I thought that he must have..." said Mitch.

"You did not think," said Isaac cutting him off. "If you were thinking. You would have known that he could have torched everyone in this place if he wanted too. He did not have to come in and ask for me. Now release him."

Mitch fumbled with his knife as he tried to cut the ropes off him. Jake was glad when his hands were free, he could finally remove the sock out of his mouth. He stood up and looked at Isaac.

"What do you want Jake?" asked Isaac.

"I need to talk with you," said Jake. "Privately," looking at Jorge.

"Ok get out," Isaac said aloud.

"Before you go," Jake said to Mitch touching his shoulder. Jake mumbled the spell under his breath. "I think this color suits you better." Jake turned his black shirt a dazzling pink.

"Call me sometime sweetheart," Jake said to Mitch loud enough for everyone to hear. Mitch looked at his shirt and was ready to fight. He was hot. Jorge just pulled him out of the room. Jake just winked at him which made Mitch even angrier.

"Why did you stop by, Jake?" asked Isaac.

"There is something coming," said Jake.

"What do you mean something is coming?" asked Isaac.

"Look I am not sure. We had this dream or vision," said Jake.

"Ok... so," said Isaac.

"Look all the circle had the same dream at the same time," said Jake.

"Ok and," said Isaac.

"This dream woke us all up at the same time. It was more like a premonition than a dream," said Jake. Isaac just looked at him. "Do you know if any of the other circles are having any dreams?"

Isaac looked at him for a moment. Jake knew Isaac was weighing whether to tell him something. Isaac always knew more than he leads on.

"Come on," said Jake. "You know something."

Jake looked at Isaac's face and he noticed that Isaac went into his poker face. Isaac just looked at him. Jake could tell he knew something the eyes always gave it away. Isaac averted his eyes and went to go sit down behind the desk. He looked at something on the desk which seemed to glow and make a humming sound. Jake could not see it but could feel the magic essence coming from it.

"What is that?" asked Jake.

"Shouldn't you be in school," stated Isaac.

"What is going on?" asked Jake.

"Sir," said Jorge poking his head through the door.

"What," said Isaac.

"There are some… "people' here to see you," said Jorge.

How he put the emphasis on "people" piqued Jake's curiosity. Isaac got up and headed towards the door. Checking to make sure that his gun was in its holster.

"Stay here," he said to Jake.

Jake watched as Isaac left. He waited all about five seconds and went out of the door. He walked down a narrow hallway that was dimly lit. He turned right; he ran into Isaac as he was opening a door that went into the room that Jake got ambushed in. Jake could tell by the display cases.

"I told you to stay," said Isaac.

"Yeah," said Jake. "I figured we were done."

Isaac gave him one of those "We will talk later" looks. He looked at Jorge then turned and walk through the door. Jake followed Jorge out the door. He noticed that Jorge had a very large gun stuffed into his back holster. Jake knew he was not wearing it when he was in the room with him earlier. The door led to the front room where he first entered the building. The same room where Mitch AKA "Mr. Tool" knocked him out. Isaac walked behind the gun display counter. On the other side of the gun's display counter was a woman and a man. The woman was extremely sexy with her dark hair and fair skin. She was wearing a tight pair of black pants and a tight button-up shirt. Her outfit was not too provocative. Jake could tell she must be used too wearing tighter fitting clothes. The man was handsome in Jake's opinion as well. He had dark blonde hair and the same fair skin tone as the female.

"Hi, I am Chris Argent," said Isaac. "How can I help you."

So that was Isaac's first name thought Jake to himself. It was very useful to know the full name of someone when you were a witch. Isaac or Chris whatever name he chooses to use. He might have rescued Jake from the coven that was holding him hostage. They barely had any power. Once they found out that Jake could do real magic. They manipulated and used him. They used him to mainly steal for them. If he did not help them, they would beat or starve him. One day they decided to rob a convenience store. That store just happens to be owned by Isaac's family.

When they found out that a witch was involved, they hunted down the thieves and slaughter them. Once Isaac realized that the witch, they were using was only a child. Instead of killing him. Isaac took him under his wing and somewhat trained him. Jake knew that Isaac was using him to hunt down other witches so that the hunters could kill them. At first, Jake did not mind. The witches that used him were terrible. He thought all witches were like that.

As he grew, he got more rebellious. He did not want to hunt anymore. He thought that Isaac would try and make him stay and use him so more. But, he didn't. He helped Jake get settled and start making a life for himself. He still would need him to help them out and Jake would contribute to them as best he could.

Jake headed towards the door. He looked again at the woman. She turned and looked at him. She was very attractive. When their eyes met. Visions started to come to Jake. They were the same ones from the dream he had earlier. The images kept coming to his mind. One that seemed to keep coming was of a huge beast with glowing silver eyes.

Jake went out the door as fast as he could. He did not know what was happening to him. He vomited in the parking lot before getting in his car. He grabbed a bottle of water and rinsed his mouth out before starting the car and driving away. He needs time to think.