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- Jul 26, 2014
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After Stephen dropped off his uncle at his apartment, he parked the truck in his uncles garage and got into his car that his mother purchased for him. Stephen then went straight to his mothers house, where he still lived since he was trying to find another place to stay.
"Hey Mom, I'm home!" He called upon entering.
"Ah, Stephen! Where have you been? You didn't come back last night... Did you find a place to stay?" She asked, ramming him with questions as she came down the stairs.
Stephen grinned and nervously rubbed the back of his head, "Uh.. Not exactly, I was just out with your brother last night" he replied.
His mothers face then changed into a scowl, "You two didn't happen to be drinking again were you?" she frowned, putting her hands on her hips.
Just as Stephen was about to reply, the family dog, a welsh corgi named Ashton came running towards Stephen and excitedly started to jump on him, desperately wanting attention.
Stephen's mother sighed, "Nevermind it doesn't matter now, all that matters is that you're home and safe. Now come and eat, I made breakfast" she smiled.
They both headed into the kitchen and seated themselves at the dining table and started to eat their morning meal.
"So how's the hunting going?"
"Mm? Oh it's fine we got one werewolf last night."
"I see, so you haven't been giving any other hunters trouble have you?"
"Of course not!"
His mother then took a deep sigh, "Well it seems like your sister is having a good time at college."
Stephen nodded, "Mom." He said as he ate.
She looked at him, awaiting him to continue his question or sentence.
"This is really good."
She laughed, "It sounds like you've never eaten my cooking before."
Stephen wiped his mouth and drank some orange juice, "Sorry.. It's just that it feels like I never appreciate you.." He said sadly.
She smiled sweetly at him, "It's fine Stephen. But please, please find a girl that can cook for you"
"MOM!"
"Well there has to be someone out there for you! Your a kind and gentle man. Isn't there a girl that is probably a hunter or just a friend?"
"Uh I know of one, but I barely know her."
"Well, maybe you can work on it and get to know her better! Then you two can get married!"
"Gahh! Stop talking about it!" Stephen exclaimed, feeling his face flush a light red. He the. remembered about what happened to Ambers mom, he looked down at his plate sadly.
"What's wrong?"
"Oh it's nothing" he responded with a fake smile.
His mother took it, "But to be honest, I'm really happy that your home. I was worried that something happened to you out there.."
The front door then opened, and Stephens sister strolled in, she just came back from a morning class. She noticed that Stephen was home, having breakfast with their mother.
"Ehh?? Stephens home? I thought he'd be drinking with Uncle Kyle still." She snorted.
Stephen gazed at her angrily, "Shut up! I'm not a alcoholic!" He growled.
Their mother heavily exhaled, These kids
"Stop fighting please, but Selina, did you eat breakfast yet?"
"Nope, I'm going to eat out with friends" she replied, going up the stairs to retrieve some money.
"It doesn't hurt to eat breakfast with your family." Stephen muttered under his breath.
He got up from his seat, "I'll help with the dishes later" he said as he headed upstairs.
Stephen went past his sisters room as he entered his. He took a seat at his desk and pulled out a paper from his pocket.
The paper was tri-folded, and on the front read Testament
The reason Stephen had this, was that he agreed to take part in any big bounty or operation led by a mass amount of hunters to take down a really dangerous creature. Then any participating hunters are given an option to write a testament just in case something happened to them. He pulled out a pencil, pen, and a random fountain pen from his desk and started to write:
'Dear Mom and Dad, please forgive me for moving on..'
He let out a groan, "I can't write that..." he mocked himself as he leaned back in his chair with his arms behind his head. He placed his pencil in the space between his lip and nose as he thought.
What should I write..?
"So.. Do you want to write a testament?" his uncle asked.
"Yeah.. I'll write."
Stephen now had his face in his crossed arms on the desk.
Wendigos..
Ghosts...
Demons...
Vampires...
Hellhounds...
Shapeshifters...
Werewolves...
Arnou pack....
Maccon pack...
Conall pack...
Attack...
Teams..
...
Can...
..not
...fight..
...
Stephens testament was finished and written across the the paper in large ink letters read:
I DON'T WANT TO DIE
He had his legs crossed in his chair and dug his fingers deep into the sides of his head. His body trembling as he weeped with a crazed expression on his face. He simply broke down, in fear.
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Hunters morning class ended, and it wouldn't be a few more hours till his next class. He just decided to hang out with some friends from a committee that put on dances and fundraisers for the college since Damian was no where to be found. But he was destined to be seen sooner or later and Hunter knew Damian was off reading a book or something– he wasn't going to let it get to him.
(That started off really sweet; him wanting to show his mom that he loved her. Then, him and Amber; No. -,- Then him and dying?!? @-@)