The Hunted And The Damned

*Frank's P.O.V*

My alarm awoke me from my nightmare, for which I was grateful, and indicated another shitty ordinary day in a shitty ordinary town. 
"Goddamnit," I whispered as I turned on my side and smashed the 'off' button on my phone so that the infernal noise would stop. I guess I had to wake up early in the morning as I can never really have a lie in. If I stay up longer than 10'o'clock, my step dad literally storms into my room and drags me by my feet into the kitchen so I can make breakfast for mother. I love my mom to pieces, she's so kindhearted and would never do anything to hurt or distress me. She hates what my step dad does to me, but as she is wheelchair bound due to an incident I don't know of before I was born, she can't do a thing. So the only thing she can do is watch and that I cannot imagine the restraint and pain that goes through her own body. 

It was 8 in the morning which means nobody should be up by now, but I sluggishly dragged myself out of bed and made my way down our medieval staircase. The kitchen door swung open with the slightest of budges and I come face to face with my mom. 
"Mom, what are you doing up?" I asked her as I went over to her. She just shrugged her shoulders. 
"Couldn't get back to sleep. I heard something crash outside and it frightened the living daylights out of me." she explained. I tilted my head to the side and smiled slightly. 
"Its probably HIM putting up security cameras so he can always watch us." I smiled as mom just chuckled at the vision. He really was a fucking control freak, always watching you somehow. 
"I guess. Nothing seems out of place so I think were good"
"Thats good. Do you want some breakfast?" I asked her. 
"Oh yes please darling, cereal would do great honestly." she replied with a wide smile. I love it when it's just us, nobody to fuck up anything. She's the only person that actually gives a fuck about me as I never even knew my father. Apparently he died when I was really young, so I don't remember him much.  As mom left the room in her wheelchair, I got the cereal and milk out of the cupboard and fridge. As I opened up the plastic continer, something caught my attention outside, something out of the ordinary. I could swear I just saw someone sprint by across the top of the garden. Am I seeing things? Probably. 
Just as I finished the cereal, my gaze was focused to the end of the garden once more. I saw a flash and a heap of black fabric rush by. Is there a burglar outside?! What should I do?! Without Calling mom as I didn't want to startle her, I put down the bowl and rushed for the back door, hesitating before slowly opening it. I swear I could hear a rustling of leaves from the bush. 
"Hello.? Is anyone there?" I called out. Yes Frank, as if someone is going to reply, especially as they might be trying to kill you. I stood there in silence for a couple of minutes and tried to calm down. Thoughts rushed through my head, I could go and try to find that person? But what if they want to kill me?! I guess I'm going to have to take that chance and I find myself moving towards the end of the garden where our huge as fuck bushes live. I have to make sure nobodys there for mom, she's completely vulnerable. Do what you want with my prick of a step dad, but if anything happens to mom someones going to get hurt real bad. I slowly approach the nearest bush and prepare myself for what is going to happen. 


*Gerard's P.O.V*

My work is becoming so lazy and hurried nowadays, I received the coordinates for this mysterious monster just half an hour ago and it seems as if he actually fucking lives here. He could be murdering a family for Christ sake! In an attempt to stop this creature from harming anyone, I jump over the fence into the back yard but accidentally knock over a fucking trash can. Fuck! Someone must've heard that, fucking Christ. My initial reaction is to hide quickly before anyone notices me and I jump into the bush. 

I hide out for a few minutes and nothing seems to be moving, not yet anyway. I decide to use my time to check out the demon and how long roughly I could kill it before I could go back and have something to eat, I'm starving. I shift my focus and scan for their auras. I looked around the house, which I could see the auras through and one appears to be sleeping, due to its dark blue tinted background, appears to be a rather muscular male. I avert my eyes and scan for another, for which I find a rather bluish-green tinted one, she's probably sick or hurt in some way, not affected by a demon as it would have to be fiery red. I let out a sigh of relief as I try and locate the monster. It took a while, but what's that? Is that it?! It appears to be moving slightly in bed, do they do that?! I checked the aura and it had that purple tint of a demon, but somehow it had something else to it, another colour that conteracted the demon aura. What the fuck is this? I was about to move closer when I noticed movement and a window opening, and a face appearing. It was a rather young looking woman, the sick person that appears to be wheelchair bound. Her aura was a lot more visable now as I could see a red tint to the outside of it.
Fuck, she's affected. Goddamnit, I can't move now! She can't see me! I must wait out here longer, I must see this extraordinary thing. 

*Half an Hour later*

I've had enough, nothing seems to be off or a threat to this family life. I checked my surroundings and leaps out of the bush. I stood there momentarily, looking at the house as I did one final focus if these people's auras. The strange being and the woman seem to be talking somehow, is he going to feed off her?! Is he holding her hostage?! No. He's not making any advances on her and seems pretty calm. This really is fucking strange, I have never seen anything like this. I try to move closer to a hiding spot but the thing turned and looked straight out the window. Shit!
I sprinted back to the bush and launched myself in, covering myself with leaves. He's seen me, I'm going to loose my job, I'm going to die, I can't protect Mikes anymore. Goddamnit Gerard you piece of shit! I heard the door open slowly as the being- the boy- stepped out. 
It must be impossible for a demon to look so beautiful, but here he was. I focused my eyesight and caught his features. A fine body, not too muscular but not scrawny, black hair that sweeper over to one side more than the other, almost shoulder length like mine and wearing black skinny jeans and a combat shirt that was creased to hell, probably from sleeping. He moved with caution as he knew of my presence and I almost forgot to hide due to his beauty, but I pressed back further into the bush. 
"Hello? Is anyone there?" it called out in his morning voice. It cracked with fear as I could almost see every thought and emotion rush through his head. I wanted to talk to him, but is he a demon? He doesn't look like one. But he does have the purple tint to his aura, indicating that he is. Fuck sake, what do I do?! He came closer and closer to where I was hiding and I hitched my breath, trying to stay silent. This thing had balls, he was afraid but obviously protecting someone, probably that woman I realised. 
I have two options, kill it now or try to talk to it. Both seemed to me unbelieveable and stupid but I had to do either one or  the other. 

So I grabbed his shirt and pulled him in the bush. 

'W-What the fuck?! Get off me! Help! Someone please!" he tried before I put my hand over his mouth and looked into his eyes. I just stared at him, which probably made me look crazy as fuck, but I could see the fear, the confusion and a little bit of anger in his eyes as he finally gave up trying to squirm away. 
"You're not one of them." was all I said before I tucked a strand of stray hair behind his ear. 
He only looked at me in confusion now until a crash came from behind us. 

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