Justice by R.T. Adams (reading list .TXT) 📖

Justice

I, like many others, was given life to make the most of it, and that is exactly what I try to do. However, when out in a desert, it isn’t exactly easy to do that unless you decide to go hunting for demons to make a living. These past few years, I’ve been hunting, keeping others safe and receiving my pay. By far, I’ve stayed at a place with only a few buildings. So few that I could list them all off, such as a motel with twenty rooms, a garage where people could go to get their vehicle fixed, a hangar in which is used for larger vehicles, such as semi-trucks and the likes, as well as a two two-story buildings, both which are just small rooms stacked on top of each other for rent, and a single convenience store with a gas pump outside of it. I’ve been living in one of the downstairs motel rooms for about twelve years, concluding that my parents died when I was fourteen, so at fifteen I went off and started doing my own things, at twenty-two, I began to hunt demons, as I found out it paid better than garage work. Now, however, I’ve got more money than I need, especially since the motel rooms are pretty cheap. Though, since I’ve been staying for so long, I’ve been given a small discount and I only have to pay three weeks worth every month. Everyone who has been working or living here for long times has known my name for quite some time, Strangely enough, even some people I’ve never seen know about me. I suppose a hunter’s name gets out there one way or another. Right now, however, I’m in the midst of travelling off to find a demon that has been causing trouble over and over. As I walk next to the road, I watch as multiple cars pass. Trucks with crates in the back, small cars, big cargo trucks, and all the likes. I looked down at my map, then at my compass. By now, I should head southwest, and so I turn and begin walking southwest. I looked up and noticed a fair-sized beast taking heavy steps along the ground. Being under it would crush someone in mere seconds. I quickly put away my items, pulled out my blade, and hid behind a nearby rock. I peered out, watching as it looked around. It likely sniffed me out and is now searching for me. Luckily, I’ve dealt with kinds like it. It shouldn’t have an extremely strong sense of smell, so it won’t be able to sniff me out of my location. However, its sense of touch and sight is extremely sensitive. Moving or being in its sight will be a crucial disadvantage to myself. I grabbed a rock nearby and threw it on the ground near another rock near the rock I’m at. It quickly jolted and I hid behind the rock again before it turned. I could feel the vibrations of its fet getting closer, then stop at the rock I threw. There were a few quick steps, assuming it turned around. I looked over the rock and, surely, the beast had its back turned to me. I quickly leapt over the rock, ran towards the demon, and hopped on its back, plunging my blade deep into its back. It screeched, piercing its voice through the air. I covered my ears, however, it hopped upwards on its back two legs, so I quickly grabbed its wrinkly, dry skin. Once it slammed back down, I grabbed my blade, twisted it, and pulled it out. I crawled on its back to its head, stabbed through its head. Soon, it began to fall sideways, so I quickly pulled out my blade and leaped off of it, a few meters in front of the location it had fell to. Another demon dead, another life saved.

I cleaned my blade as I walked back to the small resting spot. It was getting dark, so I decided to go over to the garage to greet everyone. However, before I greet them, I’ll go take a quick shower. Once I was back in the limits of the rest spot, I ran over to the motel and unlocked my door, opening it, walking in, and then closing it. I stripped myself of my clothes, tossing them in a bin near the bathroom door. I stepped into the bathroom and closed the door, stepping into the shower and turning it on. Quickly, I washed any dirt or blood from my body, then stepped out and dried off, walking out and over to a drawer next to the bed, pulling one of them out and finding some boxers, then opening another and grabbing a pair of jeans. I quickly pulled them both on. I closed the two drawers, then opened another and grabbed a pair of socks, slipping them on, then walked over to a wardrobe and grabbed a reddish-brown button-up shirt and a plain white t-shirt. I threw the t-shirt over my head and slipped my arms through the holes. I then shoved my arms into the reddish-brown button-up shirt and buttoned it up. I grabbed a black jacket and threw it over myself, keeping it unzipped. I turned out the lights and walked back out of my room, locking it behind me. I kept my blade with me, just in case. It was in a sheath at my hip. I walked over to the garage and looked in through the open garage door. I saw an old man, Maior Tharl. He had been working here for much before I’d been born. To be more precise, about forty years.

“Kimbo, how are you?” he stood from his foldable chair.

“You don’t have to stand, Tharl,” I walked over to him and he refused to sit down. He walked over to me and pulled me in, giving me a hefty hug. Regardless his size and age, he’s still strong and well.

“I see you’re as healthy as you’ve ever been these past few years,” I chuckled a bit.

“I ain’t gonna croak yet, boy,” he said, laughing mightily.

“How’s it been at the garage?” I asked.

“A bit lonely without you for these past few years. Miss Holly has been working on them vehicles all day long,” he said, “Ah, if you’re wondering, Miss Holly’s working on a car now in that hangar down the road.”

“Another semi?” I asked.

“No, some strange vehicle,” he said, ‘They have all them strange thing-a-doos now.” He walked over and sat down in his foldable chair.

“I’ll be seeing you,” I said, raising my hand to signify my leaving.

“I’ll be sure not to die then,” he said. I walked across the street, past the convenience store and to the hangar. Surely enough, I saw her working on some strange vehicle.

“So, the hell are you working on now?” I asked.

“They wouldn’t tell me, some classified stuff,” she said, looking over to me, “Oh, Kimbo, how’re you?” She looked almost entirely uninterested in me.

“You know, hunting as usual,” I said.

“I see,” she said. I know she doesn’t like hunters, but I needed more money than the garage was giving me, so I had no other choice. Knowing Tharl, he’d make me sleep outside or in the hangar, which isn’t a place I want to be, either of the two.

“I’m sorry that it turned out like this, again,” I said.

“How many times do you gotta say that?” she turned around, looking agitated.

“I suppose I’ll be leaving now,” I said, “Just came around to say hello.” I turned and began walking out of the hangar. She didn’t say a word, much less turn to look back at me.

I walked over to my motel room, finding an envelope on the ground in front of it. I bent over, picked it up, and opened it, pulling out the slip of paper in it. Once I’d read it, I noticed where the location was. There was a demon causing havoc in a city a few so miles southeast of here. Apparently, there isn’t another hunter nearby, and so I was chosen to deal with it. I unlocked my door, walked into my room and closed my door, turning the lights on and walking over to my desk. I sat down and composed a short letter notifying the person I’d be there as soon as possible. I grabbed an unsealed envelope and fitted the paper into it, writing the return address onto the envelope and then sealed it. I grabbed a stamp and placed it onto the envelope, then went over to the convenience store and, in front of it, slid it into a post box. I walked over to the garage, finding Tharl still in his chair. I looked around, but couldn’t quite find what I was looking for.

“If you’re looking for your car, it’s in the back,” Tharl said. I nodded and walked over to a door, opened it, and saw a few cars. However, the only one that stood out was a dark blue one, my own. I walked over to it, pulled out my keys, and unlocked the door. I got in, closed the car’s door, adjusted the side-view mirrors, started the ignition, then fastened my seatbelt. I changed the gear and the car began to move. I slightly pushed the gas pedal and began driving out of the large door in front of me. First, exiting the building, I was on a dirt road. Then, I came to the asphalt. I looked for any other cars, then turned. I pushed a button in the car, causing the roof to slide back. It would seem that she did install the convertible part of the car I wanted. I looked around only a bit. The scenery in the desert-like area wasn’t exactly beautiful, but it sure was something, especially with the tranquil beasts around. I conclusively find it tiring to drive for extended periods of time. However, once I reached the city, it was great to finally be able to stretch out. I walked over to a building, one described in the note, and walked in. It was a restaurant. I looked around, but I couldn’t find the person who was described in the note. However, a man in a black vest, a white button-up shirt, and black slacks walked over to me and handed me a note, walking away without a word. I walked out of the building, unfolded the note, and read it. It seems it was a ruse. However, that isn’t uncommon for hunters. Often times, we’re told about demons invading cities and harassing people, but it was just some joke or trick that a kid or someone who hates hunters put in. However, I felt the ground rumbling and then a light, and soon came the sound. When I looked around, I noticed a fairly sizeable amount of black smoke rising from the northwest, where I just came from. Was the garage attacked? I threw down the note and ran