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Jase was taller than Pete, very lean and didn’t appear to have much muscles. He had shoulder length jet black hair, the bangs covering his right eye. His eyes a deep grey,with a piercing stare that seemed to see into one’s soul. His skin was pale and face was tired, suggesting he hasn’t slept in a long time. He wore a clean black t-shirt, matching jeans and black sneakers.

His looks seemed to contradict themselves in a way. The all black clothes and long hair made him look like some teen punk. But his facial features and build made him actually look older than Pete. When in reality he was younger by two years.

“Good morning.” Pete joked softly with a smirk. Jase sighed quietly , and rolled his eyes. “You too. I also made some bacon if you're hungry.” Jase responded in his usual soft spoken voice. Out of the two of them, Pete was more open and free spirited. He spoke his mind when he wanted to, and didn’t seem to care if anyone listened. While Jase was more of a loner, and quiet. Unless he trusted you he would keep his opinions to himself, and acted respectful to everyone he met.

Pete sat down to drink his coffee and eat some bacon. “So any plans today?” He asked Jase. “Father Brynt offered to pay me a hundred dollars if I help him with cleaning out the church’s attic. He wants to have the Christmas Decorations ready by next month. And he cannot reach them with all the junk up there.” Jase said finishing his cup of cold, but not iced black coffee.

“Oh, that’s good. You can use the money for extra expenses for college next year.” Pete said finishing his small meal. “Maybe. I just hope this isn’t like the last time he hired me to do some work. He spent that whole day subtly dropping hints that I need to attend church more often. And how the devil often targets the youth of the world.” He added with a slight smile.

Father Brynt was a good man and meant well. But he often seemed to worry for Jase. More so than anyone who actually attended his church. Perhaps Jase’s clothes and hair concerned the old fashioned man. Or the fact that Jase almost never came to church, and when he did he would rarely pay any attention.

Pete sighed. “He means well. And at least he isn’t too pushy about religion.” He shrugged. Jase nodded and finished his coffee then went to put on a black denim jacket. “I need some fresh air. Just a short walk around the jogging trail in the woods. Oh, and when you are finished with work, we are running low on groceries. I put a list on the fridge of what we need.” Jase said walking out the door.

Pete groaned softly. “Seriously? Could have done the shopping yourself after your walk.” He looked at the list on the fridge and pocketed it. Once Pete was ready he put on a grey mechanics jacket and went to work using an old red Ford pickup truck. The truck’s bed was filled with toolboxes and various tools for car repairs.

(Part of a novel I am writing. Takes Place in the same world As the Ancient hunt.)


It was late at night, the moon and stars hung high, lighting up the sky. On the outskirts of the small town Red Woods, West Virginia was a decent sized cabin. It was big enough for a family to live inside, and looked more like a vacation home one might see in a summer brochure. It had a large wooden deck wrapping around it, and a balcony outside the second floor bedroom.

A loud alarm was going off from the large bedroom. Laying in a twin sized bed was a young man slowly waking from the sound of the alarm. His eyes were pale blue,his skin a rich tan with dimples on each cheek. His messy light brown hair covered his face as he slowly sat up rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He was tall, somewhat lean, but athletic looking.

His slight baby face and good looks made him look like the captain of the football team for a local highschool. But in reality he was twenty years old, and a middle school dropout. His name was Pete Steele, and he worked a night shift in a nearby all day and night mechanic shop. Red Woods itself was too small to have its own shop, but the town five miles to the north had one. He had been working there since he was seventeen.

Moaning softly from exhaustion he got to his feet and walked to the adjoining bathroom to take a shower. Once clean he ran a brush through his thick locks, put on a stained white t-shirt, and faded blue jeans, with simple brown work boots. He then made his way down the stairs to the kitchen. As usual his roommate and best friend since elementary sat at the table already reading the news on his phone.

Sitting at the table for Pete was a hot coffee with cream and sugar, just the way he liked it. He looked at his roommate Jase, who sat silently looking at his phone screen. One thing Pete could always rely on was finding Jase everyday waiting for him.