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Another day had come, Andi and Weiki were eating their breakfasts in the kitchen. Today’s menu is leftovers, as usual. They could’ve cooked some eggs but they were too much of a lazy bum to do it. Classic Demon Hunters. At least they were actually talking about the new job instead of arguing about who will take care of the bills or do the laundry or whatever responsible grownups do. Weiki would always be the one who has to do it, no doubt.
“Hey Michael, what was the victim’s name again?” There was silent. Weiki was processing the information in his head and finally understood the question. Then he banged the table. “Shit! I forgot to ask her what his name was! I’m so stupid.”
“Oh, I thought you knew that you were stupid already.” Andi provoked him, showing a smug full of pride. “Don’t make me start this on our first job after months of not doing anything,” the latter replied, glaring straight into his soul. “Anyway, our task today is to ask the baker some questions about the victim. Maybe give him a business card or whatever. Later in the evening, we ask the housekeeper’s permission to get inside the victim’s house and exorcise him. You get the things ready while I rent a car.” Andi scribbled every single word Michael explained in his notebook. He then questioned, “When are we going to own a car and sell that junky motorcycle?”
Weiki rolled his eyes and sighed, “It’s when we’re fucking rich, smartass. Also, my cool bike is NOT junky! It’s just a bit... Vintage, y’know?” Andi shook his head in denial, “No, it’s junky for sure. It keeps breaking down every time we’re in the city. Couldn’t be much more of a burden.” Weiki gasped, offended by his wordings. “How DARE you say that to my precious bike? I’ve been taking care of it since I was in college!”
Andi scoffed, “College? You dropped out before the first semester! You are indeed, a disgrace to your parents.” Weiki growled at the spectacled man, fury was beginning to control him. He approached Andi and attempted to choke him, “At least I didn’t fucking run away from home like you, spoiled brat. ” Andi grabbed Weiki’s hands and pushed them away and said, “Whatever.” He looked away from Weikath and picked all the dirty plates and cups, placed them in the sink and washed them angrily; as if the plates were about to break when he scrubbed them one by one. Weiki cursed under his breath as he walked up the stairs to his room. When Andi thought the furious latter had left, he stopped scrubbing for a while and wept a little; heartbroken. He can handle any other mockery but the ‘run-away-from-home’. That was his weakness. He wiped his tears and continued doing the dishes. Michael slammed the door and dived into his bed. “Very fucking clever, Joachim! Now he won’t do shit properly for the next few days.” He didn’t mean to say those cruel words out loud, because it’s a sensitive matter to Andi. Then again, Michael wasn’t good at keeping his feelings to himself. He’s the kind to vent every time there’s the slightest inconvenience.
Before Andi became Weiki’s partner, he was just an ordinary, rich boy who grew up in a mansion with his parents. They were a bit overprotective on him, not letting him go out to play with the other children. They never even let him go to school. He was only home schooled. Andi spent his entire life sitting in the library reading his parents’ hundreds of books. He never learned to socialise with people but his parents weren’t concerned about it since they thought they’d keep him forever until the incident occured. One day, the Deris household was encountered by an evil spirit. Ever since that day, paranormal activities happened occasionally for weeks, and the parents were worried if the spirit would harm Andi. So, they contacted a Demon Hunter. Andi was confused about what was happening. He had never seen a stranger come to his home, for he was always in the library. The first stranger he’d ever seen was Michael Weikath.
At first glance, he thought that Weiki was a scary man but he was actually a laid-back, cool dude when he conversed with Andi. Not to mention the cool rituals he did. Andi stuttered a lot throughout the whole chat but he insisted on talking because he was very much interested in Weiki. Every time Weiki visited to check on their condition, Andi was always the first one to greet him and smiled a lot whilst being with him. It was as if he had found the person he had always dreamt to be friends with. They became buddies and hung out a lot, sometimes following Weiki when he had a job. He liked the mysterious chanting and rituals. It made his insides tingle in enthusiasm.
One time, he asked Weiki to teach him basic stuff about this Demon Hunting thing and eventually, Weiki taught him everything about it. Ever since the special lecture, he kept daydreaming of him working with Weiki. He told his thoughts to Weiki, and the latter was very happy to accept him as a helper. He could use some help during certain times, since he no longer had a partner. Andi tried to convince his parents to let him work. They disapproved of him. It made him angry. It made him cry out of distress. He wanted to experience the things that he had never done before, and that was his only chance. The parents said that he’s too young to do such a job, and the job was too dangerous. He was 20. Those were the exact words they said when he told them that he, a 16 year-old boy, wanted to be a normal mailman. They imagined horrible things that might happen to their only child, like getting killed by a lunatic driver or something. Andi was sick of it. He was sick of being babied by his parents. He felt suffocated. He wanted to make his own choice and not to be controlled by his toxic parents. That very night, he did what he had to do. He packed his important things, got out of a window and went to Weiki’s place. The next morning, his mother got into his room and found a letter lying on the bed.
Lieber Vati,
liebe Mutti,
‘I’m leaving this house for a reason. I feel like I shouldn’t tell you because I don’t want you to feel horrible but I have to. You have been torturing me with your actions, you never let me experience new things and it frustrates me when you treat me like a child whereas I’ve reached my manhood.
I’ll find a nice place to stay, a new job, a new life. Perhaps I’ll work with Michael, the Demon Hunt guy. I am doing this for myself and you cannot stop me. If you try to search the whole Germany for me, I will hate you forever for not letting me live my own life.
Not sure if I will be back. I might not return. I’ve never had the intention to come back to this dreadful place. I’m sorry.
I wish you all the best without my presence.’ Auf wiedersehen.
Dein Sohn,
Andreas Deris
They were saddened to know that their only son felt that way to them. They’ve learned their lesson, now. Even though their son might never come back, they still prayed for him to return home. Perhaps a little visit would be nice for them. After all, he is their one and only son. But it’s Andi’s life, and he has his god-given right to live it.