'' partner tryout. ( dnp )

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two separate souls, tethered by a tragedy

greetings, and welcome to lordren and i's
duo tryout for the hunter and the ghost !!
we hope you enjoy our story. feel free to
read and poke around , but please do not
post here unless you are myself or ren !!!

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Living in Boise, Idaho for most of Caden's young life meant having an incredibly dull childhood. Days of youth blended together for Caden, just as they did for everyone else. Most memories blurred, and the only ones that seemed to stick would wake him up at night in a cold sweat. His mother decided these memories would be better forgotten if they were to move someplace else. They settled on Casey, Kentucky, which was nearly as uninviting as Idaho. The only difference was the atmosphere of the people around him; while the citizens of Boise had been cozy with their boring lives, the people of Casey seemed reclusive in a way that raised Caden's suspicion.

Where the adults were strange, the teenagers were even stranger. Part of Caden's 'New Life' was to attend public school, as opposed to the homeschooling he experienced prior. Caden's first friend had been a kalon two years his senior, a handsome, scruffy looking fellow named Max. The two of them spent their nights exploring the Casey woods; for the first time he could remember, Caden enjoyed his life. But nights of laughter quickly morphed into risk and gritted teeth as more teens joined their group, and suddenly Caden wasn't having fun; he grew to fear the boys they went on adventures with, and even grew to fear Max.

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"Its just for fun!" the eldest boys, with dark eyes and even darker fur would say, a rabbit's throat squeezed in their claws as they all cackled and marveled at it's pain. "Aren't you having fun?"
Caden felt his stomach drop. And yet, he stayed.

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One day Max comes by his locker after school with an odd look on his face, and Caden is already nauseous. "Hey buddy," Max says in a calm voice that makes Caden remember why once yearned to spend every moment with him. "Theres someone i want you to watch over for awhile for me, okay?"; He then flashes a charming smile that makes Caden want to do anything he asks. So he does.

The boy he's been watching- or stalking, rather- is only seven years old on the night of the attack.

"Theyre fake," they had assured him, and yet the gun still felt impossibly heavy in his hands. "C'mon, it'll be funny."
He agreed, because he had spent weeks leading up to this, terrorizing the poor kid to the point where he had nightmares about the fear on his young face. What would that have been for if he chickened out now?

The bullets aren't fake. He realizes this quickly, his lungs seizing up. He cant breathe. He's grasping at the small frame, sobbing and feeling sicker by the moment. Within moments, the door is open, and Caden is face to face with a woman who looks as if her world has just been shattered. His body screams at him to run, and so he does.

Caden Marcel Grifflet is reported missing two days later, and has not been seen since.

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From a young age, Caden only knew a life of solitude. Where the air of his hometown didnt dull his spirits, the abuse he and his mother encountered certainly did. For a period of his young life, Caden even became selectively mute, only speaking to his mother when it was utmost required of him. Moving to Casey seemed to help, if only for a short while, as he was away from the dark memories that once tortured his mind. By this point, Caden had far passed his period of silence, considering himself foolish for coping in such a ridiculous way. However, this coping mechanism sometimes stretches into the kalon's adult life as he is constantly on the run from those he once considered to be friends.

As he has grown, Caden has become increasingly reclusive and paranoid. His house is littered with various weapons and other clutter, that he insists are necessary for his safety. He is severely distrusting, and as a result rarely has any friends or lovers, throughout his life. In fact, he considers relationships to be a waste of time, and would only distract him from what he considers to be his true goal; safety from the cult. Although Caden still deeply cares for the relationship he had with his mother, and often wishes for her guidance and warmth; he decided much early on, though, that he would rather have her believe he was dead in order to ensure her safety. In order to compensate for his lack of personal relationships, Caden has become quite the pack rat, and can become aggressive at the mention of having his possessions taken from him.

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Charlotte has been an inspiration to those around her since youth; teachers adore her positive attitude while peers admire her optimism in the face of defeat. In a place of trial and error, her pep has been able to keep even the most difficult students motivated towards bettering themselves. She tends to be a bit timid but has hidden strength that poses itself as the firey words falling from her tongue in a heated discussion or her brawn in the rare schoolyard brawl. Never has she passed up an opportunity to lend a hand to others in need. Family was a high priority and whenever she wasn't busy with school or work, she would make effort into planning parties and dinners for extended family to come out and spend time with them. Her father, in particular, was an influential kalon that taught her to treat others with respect.

After her son's death, she closed herself off emotionally from the world. Whereas she could talk through her problems with ease before, now she struggles to complete basic socialization with another kalon. Every mistake seems horrifically amplified in her mind. Jade, the remade version of her sweet girl persona, tames her mental struggles with hard liquor without paying heed to the effects it has on her life as a whole. Since she has faked her disappearance and remade herself, her life revolves around finding the wretched soul that tore her son from her life. Thoughts of that night consume her at all hours; it seems like revenge is the only way that she could potentially escape this personal hell she resides in.


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Charlotte was, by all means, an average kalon during her youth. She participated in the high school JROTC while balancing rigorous classes as well as soccer team responsibilities; people saw her as the carefree type that would defend the smallest against the biggest no matter the stakes. The Wilson family came from a long line of war veterans who believed deeply in upholding the nation's integrity the best way they could: by serving. When she was recruited for the army ranks she knew this was her calling, it was her duty to protect innocent lives from back home, but nothing could have prepared her for the war front itself.

Visions of a ravaged battlefield fill her mind's eye even when she wills them away. Her sleep is filled with nightmares nearly more horrific and crude than war itself. Each morning she awakens in a sweat, thankful she's free.

Over the years, she settles down and starts a career in a manager position in a local retailer. The money isn't good nor is it bad and the benefits are decent enough that she doesn't find herself longing for anything better. It's at a company party that she finds herself in the midst of foolish activity which leaves her, nearly a month later, staring with dulled eyes at the two pink lines on a pregnancy test. Though she has a suspicion of who may be the other half of this mishap, she doesn't seek him out and transfers to a branch across town for a fresh start.

When the kit comes she's immediately in love; the face-markings remind her strongly of the photos of her grandmother that hung in the foyer of her kithood home. The gentleness as her baby curls his paw around her finger reminds her of the wonderful things in life and brings a smile to her lips.

The first few years pass in a blur; it seems as though just yesterday her baby was learning to crawl but now he runs around the yard as fast as he can, hollering and tumbling the whole while. It didn't take long, however, for everything to turn to ruin. The January air chilled her breath as she stared into the hallway of her home, watching the dark figure rise from the lifeless body of her son. There was no mistaking the symbolic smears of blood on the floor as she knelt down, cradling the kit in her arms in mourning.

There was no turning back to the life she knew, there was no use going into the house that was haunted by his memory, she knew there was only one thing to do. Charlotte pried open the doors of her shed before pulling on the light chain to illuminate the area. Her eyes lock on the worn brown case sitting on a pile of storage boxes; her rifle.

At 2:43 AM on the morning of January 17th, 1994, Charlotte Mary Anne Wilson has passed and Jade Lynn Winter was born.


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Shadows of the night became Jade's best friend; while she crept through their territory they graced her with stealth to hunt her prey. With her rifle strapped to her back and eyes sharpened, it feels like there isn't anything she cannot do. The months following the loss of her kit is filled with many meetings with his killer though none are substantial. In her heart, she longs for the violence of a fight that leaves Caden a bloodied mess on the ground. In actuality, the only times they've managed to brush paths were when one of her bullets whizzed past his ear or they caught glimpses of each other down the street; they were dark, frightened looks.

She dreams of returning the favor of passing to Caden. Each day that she awakens in another unfamiliar hotel room is another chip on the mounting pile of regrets that have accumulated with each personal failure. Jade pulls her hair into a pony-tail and stares at the mirror's reflection; there's an unmistakable feeling of superiority in the air. Tonight is the night that everything falls into place.

After the sun falls behind the horizon she starts her search. She's pieced together Caden's location over the past few weeks and tracked him down to an apartment building housed beside a few warehouses and docks where shipments come in for stores and fisheries. His only way out is through the main hall, which she plans on entering from, and the fire escape. From there it is either be trapped in the docks or hide in warehouses, both of which she has planned for accordingly.

The hallways of his building are dulled with yellowing light that jumps up the sides of the sickly green wallpaper. The numbers of the rooms pass through her sight in a blur but she focuses on nothing except the repeating mantra of Room 34 in her mind. Each creak of the floor puts her more on edge. Nothing can ruin this.

Jade turns the corner of the third floor; lo and behold, holding an armful of groceries and struggling to fit his keys in the door, is her son's killer. Her blood begins to boil uncontrollably. There's a deep-seated rage burning within her chest that propels her forward with vengeance. Caden hears her stomping; his eyes grow wide with panic as he lays eyes on his stalker. There's a glint of pure fear on his face; surely he recognizes her. He fumbles with the keys but manages to slip inside and lock the door with his breath tight in his throat.

The female slams her shoulder into the door, more infuriated than deterred. His fingers claw with desperation at the locks of his windows, pushing them up and falling from the sill into the fire escape ladder. There's a large crack from behind him when Jade kicks in the door none too discreetly.



The tips of his ears disappear below the windowsill as he flies down the steps in a quick escape. Jade pushes her rifle over her shoulder before following him down as fast as she can despite his head start. He lands first on the concrete below and shoots off towards the warehouses towards the main road. Suddenly Caden trips, his ankle twisting at an odd angle as he crumples to the ground with a screech of pain. He yanks himself up and limps towards a warehouse garage where he struggles with opening it. Panic sets in before the rusty knob turns, allowing him to fall inside to find refuge. Jade bangs her fists on the door with fury.

"You can run but you can't hide!" The door slams against the inside wall as she kicks it in and enters. Jade can see him clearly before her; his body is crouched against the wall and he trembles gently, from the chill or fear she can't detect. Her rifle is lifted before her and aimed at the small space directly between his eyes. Caden took her happiness from her. Isn't it only right that she can take his?

She swallows around the hesitance in her throat. Her stance screams power but she knows that fright is reflecting in her eyes plain as day. Would Chase have wanted this? He was so happy. He was so happy and oh, so bright. What would he think of mama hurting someone like this? The rifle is lowered to her side. When she speaks her voice is thick with raw emotion.

"I'm giving you the choice he never had; get out of my sight before I change my mind." Her eyes fall as Caden's quick footsteps retreat from the scene. Jade leaves soon after, still feeling as broken and tearful as she did exactly a minute before 2:43 AM on January 17th, 1994.


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end, thanks for reading!
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