A week later Derek called me down to the weapons cache, he said that he and Ashley had worked with Miguel to develop a way to load the minigun onto one of the trucks so that someone could shoot it while being protected and keep the driver from getting shot. I met up with him and Miguel at the cache, grabbing the keys to the garage Miguel told me to grab the minigun and the bullets to work on making sure that the plating was right. When we got to the garage Miguel lead us towards the back and took the covering off what he was working on, standing in front of us was glory in the form of a truck, it looked as if a pickup and a military-style hummer had fucked while high as shit."Holy shit!" Derek voiced my thoughts, to the letter, as Miguel turned on the beast and revved the engine."If this thing was a person I'd have already stripped, mate.""For once, I agree with you entirely," I heard behind me and saw Jack joining us, Miguel got out of the car and looked proud with his work, and I

"Hey, Jake, how's it going?""Not bad, man, not bad at all," I said as I gave Mason, the owner of the gas station I went to every time I wanted a soda, the cash to pay for my drink "How's life treatin' ya?""Pretty good, I heard about Derek's proposal idea, need any help?""Mate, all I know is that I'm supposed to take Johnny somewhere, so I'm not the best person to ask.""I'll call Derek later and ask him then, I heard about Alex by the way, you gonna tell me or am I gonna have to tickle it out of you?""You try and tickle me and I will mount your head on a pike," I said and pointed at him threateningly, he laughed it off and waved goodbye as I left, I waved to his boyfriend, got in my pickup and drove off. 'Where to next...where to...' I thought, trying to think of what to do to pass the time, it had been a while since I had the time to be by myself for once. I got on the road and decided to go to the Alamo, walk around a little bit and admire the building. So I got on the I-10 and

Jack started circling clockwise around me, leading me to go in the opposite direction, if someone looked at us from above it would look like we were making a giant circle. I knew that he was going to strike first, he was far bigger than me, making it so that it would take more energy for him to attack, my goal was to draw out the fight until I saw an opportunity to strike, something that he couldn't afford to have happen. He shifted his weight to his front leg, meaning that he was ready to lunge, so I shifted my weight to my back leg and readied myself. He lunged and swung his blade towards my neck, I jumped to the side avoiding it and readied my blade. Jack swung again, I instinctively raised my blades in an 'X' pattern, blocking the strike, and pushed them skyward, giving him less control of his blade, I kicked him at the hips, causing him to drop his blade and stagger a bit, giving me the opportunity I needed. I flipped one of my knives and hit him in the jaw with the butt of my kn

I woke up, not in hell, but in a dream which shocked me enough, because demons don't usually have dreams, they wake up in hell when they fall asleep, but what was weirder was that it was just me, and I was already in my altered form. I was on all fours, paws with fire for fur, and balls of fire for eyes, I was a hellhound. This was by far my favorite form to take, even if I only took it on rare occasions which is probably why I loved it because it hurt to shift into it, so I barked out into the night sky, feeling satisfaction over disturbing the creepy silence. I heard howling somewhere behind me, and I didn't want to stick around long enough to find out what it was, so I took off running towards the forest and got far enough in so that I couldn't hear the howling anymore. I walked to a small pool of water and started lapping up some water, that's when I heard the howling again, it was closer but still far away that it wasn't in the forest, so I let my curiosity take over and walked c

"If you're in the area, I think I have an idea to have some fun ;)" I sent a text to Alex as we crossed the border into Arizona, we made a pitstop in New Mexico and had almost half of their police force chasing us. "PULL OVER NOW, YOU'RE GOING TO PRISON FOR A LONG TIME, BUDDY!!" The sheriff, I could only assume, yelled over the megaphone, I had two things I could do and both of them were fun, I just didn't know which one I wanted to do. "Hey, Jack, heads or tails?" "Heads, why?" He said and I turned around, flipped off the cops, before cupping my hands around my mouth like a megaphone. "NAH!! I WOULD RATHER NOT!" I yelled at the cops, they were still following us, so that didn't work. I felt my phone buzz in my jeans and pulled it out seeing that it was a call from Alex, so I held up one finger at the cops in a 'Hang on one-second sort of manner and answered the call. "You've reached Satan's parlor, this is Jake, how can I be of service?" "I can think of a few ways, but first tel