Rain fell silently as an young boy, about 14 of age stepped out. He had bright green eyes and light brown hair. He wore only a black t-shirt and jeans.
While on his way to his friend's house, a rustling stopped him. His eyes flicked left and right. Sweat produced itself near his temples. The noise came again. From a bush nearby. The boy reached and grabbed onto his belt just in case.
Then it came. A body, small and translucent. It was in the shape of a human, a baby human.
"Argh!" the boy roared. He grabbed at his belt and pulled out a long dagger. He began to slash at the white monster. It clung to hit, spitting mysterious blue liquid. The boy gulped. Soul Poison. The monster's claws dug into the skin of his face.
"Oh Lord," he muttered. The monster swiped away the dagger with a quick movement. His mouth open, dripped with saliva and poison. The boy, with bare hands, began to punch. His eyes began to glow and turn teal.
The monster, dropped his grip. A clear fluid seeping out of his large cuts. He crouched on the sidewalk with a snarl. His eyes were only white. And were bloodshot. His football head bobbed back and forth. And with one last glare, the monster left, leaving a trail of its poison dissolving in the hard rain.
The boy, Unit, stalked on. His legs trembled. He looked like he was going to faint. Until, he heard a distance scream. Of a girl.
Unit's head whipped up. His eyes stopped glowing. His face twisted up and looked hard at the direction of which the scream appeared at. It was the direction the Thing went. He gulped. The hairs on his forearm stood still and straight up. A swirly feeling began to brew in his stomach. Unit ran towards the direction.
"Damn!" he cursed. The Thing was gone. trail barely visible. But he had left a girl. She had the most pretty brunette-blue hair Unit had ever seen. He gulped. She had a long cut extending from her wrist to her shoulder. The Thing was about to poison her. Blood gushed out, glistening and deep rich red. Unit sighed. He stripped off his shirt and tied it around the girl's arm. He lifted her, and they began to go back to Unit's.
"Hey, Heat, you have to come here. There's a girl, and she is like, dead looking." In fact she did look dead. Her face was pale as a ghost. Her lips blue. Her eyes closed. Barely breathing and cold.
"Uh... Okay. But is she one of us?" Unit said no. The other line was silent for a while. "Mmmm, okay then." There was a click and Heat hung up.
"Where... Am I?" The girl's eyes opened slowly like a snail. Her vision was fuzzy and she could see faint traces of light. The walls were blue, light blue. The couch she was on was black. The floor a turd brown.
"Oh thank Lord! Heat, she's awake!" a male voice called. She bolted up. "What? Where am I?!" She threatened to smack the copper haired boy, but a sharp pain shot up her arm. She let it down slowly.
"Feisty, aren't we?" another boy said. He was in jeans and a band shirt. His black hair angled his face, making him look quite handsome. His eyes were an intense blue. She thought he was pretty.
"Who are you?" the girl asked again. Heat sat down on the magazine cluttered coffee table. Unit sat next. "I'm Unit. This is Heat." Heat winked at her. She blushed. "I'm..." the girl said, struggling with her name. "It's ... Glace." Her face scrunched up when she said it, like she was going to spit up something. Unit smiled. "Well, do you want coffee, Glace?" She nodded. Unit left the room.
She was left with Heat. He leaned close, like they were about to share a secret. "Hey, let me tell you something, ok?" he said. She nodded. "I... Know what you are," he hissed. "We did a Check and we know." The girl's face showed genuine confusion. "What.. Do you mean?" Hotness rushed to her face. "Don't lie," Heat said with a rattle. "We know you're a demon from Hell." Glace swallowed. She honestly didn't know what these two nut jobs were talking about. "Look, I know I'm a human. Ask my mom. My..." she trailed off. She never had a father. He had abandoned her, her mother, and her little sister Klaire.
"Your...?"
"Nothing!" she snapped. Heat had a smug grin on his face. "If, you're not a demon, tell me, how did you get that silly mark on your neck." She looked down. He was pointing to the blood red star on her neck. Glace covered it up immediately with her thin hands. "I... Was born with it," she explained. Heat made a tsk noise. "Only demons are born with stars. He showed her an arrow on his left shoulder. "Only Yets are born with arrows."
"Yets?" Glace leaned in too look at the arrow. It looked like a fake tattoo. "Hunters. We kill things that aren't suppose to be on Earth. Like... Your kind." Glace shivered. "What do you mean 'your kind'"?
"Demons."
Glace's eyes began to water. She was upset because the boy was scaring her.
At that moment, cheerful Unit came in. "Hi! I have the coffee!" His smile faded when he said almost-crying Glace and serious-crabby-looking Heat. Something had happened.
In swift movements, he sat down next to Glace. "Honey, are you okay? I know Heat can be a little stupid at times. Have this coffee made by the only Unit." He smiled warmly. Glace, with a trembling hand, took the mug. When their hands touched, an electric jolt filled her up.
She drank the coffee. Then Glace drank another, and another. She felt energized.
Then, with heavy eye lids she laid her head on Unit's lap and fell into a deep slumber.
