(Judge's p.o.v.)

Three days. I have traveled for three days with my new compatriots of justice to hunt down a Creepypasta by the name of Hobo Heart. In that time, I have somewhat caught up with Jane's recent escapades up to now. However, what continues to leave me uneasy is my current surroundings and its owner.

Inside the van I'm traveling in, I am surrounded by an absurd assortment of objects. Ranging from meat hooks, metal boxes, a harpoon gun, even a mannequin shoved into a corner. Most concerning is the van itself. The door handles to the inside are completely removed, and the front seats are shielded with a grate and several sheets of metal.

This van was made to be a make shift cage.

The owner of the van, (y/n), drove us to Tennessee a day ago and just continues to drive around, occasionally checking a folder every now and then. All the while, barely giving much in the way of conversation. More keen on giving short answers before falling to silence or turning up the radio, even if it's of very poor quality. All the while leaving me with a strong sense of unease.

It is obvious that he is guilty as sin. His mannerism, and the things I've heard so far, clearly show that (y/n) must have committed atrocities to get to where he is now. Unfortunately, innocent until proven guilty is still a major factor. I can't set forth proper justice for crimes I don't know.

(Y/n): You know I can see you staring at me back there.

The sudden response catches me off guard. Looking up, I spot the rear view mirror up front with a pair of eyes glaring back at me. Jane just looks between the two of us with an annoyed expression.

(Y/n): Look, if we're gonna begrudgingly work together, we're going to need some semblance of trust. Preferably the kind where we don't try to kill each other while we hunt.

Judge:....

(Y/n): Hm. Silent treatment. Keep that up, I might start to like you.

Jane: Ok, that's enough! I know we're not going to end up as the bestest of friends. But can we at least try to cooperate? None of us want to admit it out loud, but we all want the same thing in the end, one way or another.

I look over to Jane as she gives her say to the tension between us all. Given (y/n)'s silence, he might be thinking it over as well.

Jane: So how about we cut back on the hostility, and focus?

Judge:... Fine.

(Y/n): Sure, whatever.

As we give our responses, the van falls silent once again. Save for the horrible sound quality coming from the radio.

(2nd p.o.v.)

After a few more hours of driving, day draws to evening as the three of you travel across the countryside of Tennessee. Patches of forest seen across grassy fields being the only scenery to you for the past hour. Glancing at the rear view mirror, you see that Jane has taken a nap, while Judge continues to stare at empty space.

(Y/n):..... So, Judge Judy, how'd you manage to get captured by the psycho duo back in Mississippi?

The self proclaimed angel gives you a sideways stink eye from your question.

Judge:........ *sigh* I caught wind of a murder within the county I was in, and thought it best to seek out the guilty party. I found Nina and thought it would be an easy judgement, until--

(Y/n): Until you found out the hard way that she had a teammate and you got overwhelmed. Yeah, we found that out as well. Was a lot more successful, though.

Again with the stink eye. A slight grin twitches across your lips as you make fun of the self righteous killer.

(Y/n): Beyond that, that just raises concerns. If they're grouping up, than that means they're catching on to their friends dying. Which'll make things more complicated if they really start to organize. So we need to keep hitting them hard and... fast...

You spot what looks to be human figures out in the field near some trees. You continue to eyeball them for a few more seconds before slamming your foot down on the breaks. The sound of metal clanking and a loud thud resonates from the back as your van comes to a halt. The latter is immediately followed by Jane calmly voicing her protest.

Jane: OW, FUCK!

A bit more clanks and shuffling is heard before Jane's face appears at the metal grating with a very pissed off expression.

Jane: What the fuck was that about!?

You don't answer as you continue to look at the figures in the distance. You will admit that your eyesight is not the best, but you make up for it in spotting specific details from afar... You quickly reach over to the glove box and dig around for some binoculars. Pulling them out, you waste no time using them to get a better view.

Jane: The hell are you looking at?

(Y/n):............ Holy shit.

(Across the field)

This. Is. Boring. Is what goes through Zero's head as she leans against a tree. The albino sledgehammer user just watches her partner-of-the-day, Hobo Heart, dig up some random hole in the ground to plant a tree. Something about resealing some Dark Souls and refulfill an old duty. She never could understand the Gemberling's ramblings. Mostly from a lack of trying.

In the meantime, she just fiddles with her black and white scarf as she waits for Hobo to finish up. When that starts to get boring, she reaches down for her big ass hammer and starts swinging it in the air for the hell of it. In one of her bigger swings, Zero spins around on the spot.

Hobo: If you are that impatient, you can just leave without me. I don't need you here for this.

With a good enough hole dug, Hobo pulls in a small bag he brought, retrieving what looks to be an acorn and a human heart from it. Zero turns to him to fling a snarky comeback. Only to stop herself as she suddenly hears something. The sound of a distant car engine.... getting louder.

Turning around, she spots a rusty van hurtling across the grass field and towards the two.

Zero: Oh SHIT!

Zero's sudden scream catches Hobo's attention before he could insert the tree seed in the heart. He stands up to see what's got her in a panic and immediately sees the problem as well. Before either of them can make a move, the driver of the van leans out of the window with a gun and starts shooting pop shots at the Pastas.

The skeleton tatooed humanoid launches himself behind a tree just as a bullet comes by and tears off some bark. Zero immediately does the same with a different tree. Before either of them could try to make their way to the forest, the van zooms past them and comes to a halt. Sliding just a few more feet across the grass before completely stopping.

Like bats out of hell, Judge, Jane, and yourself burst out of the van with weapons at the ready. With how everyone is placed, your two allies spot Zero and soon stalk their way towards her. Leaving you with the supernatural being all by your lonesome.

You hear some hostile banter between the girls, really going at it with the b and c words. Hobo and you, however, don't say anything. Just two dudes eyeballing each other. You, stone faced waiting for him make the first move. While he just looks you up and down, a look of confusion creeping across his face. Almost as if he was expecting something to happen.

Getting bored of the wait, you lift your gun and start shooting. Like the freak of nature he is, Hobo charges at you while simultaneously dodging every shot. Bridging the gap, he knocks the gun out of your hand and goes for a punch to your chest. You quickly step back, lessening the blow. Still hurt, though. Soon afterwards, you shake off the punch and pull out a knife.

Now rearmed, you take a stance as you once again stare each other down. Without wasting time now, you both charge at one another, ready to kill.

(3rd p.o.v.)

After a handful of harsh yet witty insults, Jane and Judge cut to the chase and rush Zero. Like the grace of a deranged ballerina, she swings her hammer around to force her opponents back. Stretching her already stitched smile even further, she does a little sway of her hips on the spot, mocking the pair. Now just pissed, the duo quickly try a different approach.

Taking the wolf pack maneuver, Jane quickly circles around to Zero's back. Now with an opponent on either side, Zero would probably be good as dead.

Were it so easy.

Quickly turning around, Zero swings at Jane to force her back to safety. Only to then swing back to Judge to block an oncoming sword. The hammer's wooden grip holds firm as the black-eyed blonde tries to push her back. Shortly after, she kicks Judge in the stomach, launching her back as she spins around and pummel Jane's stabbing arm away with the handle.

With inhuman speed, MC Hammer's biggest fan grabs Jane's arm and puts it in a one arm arm lock. Soon after, she starts bashing her hammer into the raven haired girl's ribs. Not effective enough to break anything, but still hurt like hell.

After a few painful jabs that will definitely leave a bruise, Zero tosses her punching bag to the quickly approaching so called angel. Judge sidesteps her stumbling alley and continues to charge. Once again locking weapons, the two go at a stand off trying to push the other back. Learning from her mistake, Judge swings her sword to the side with the hammer in tow before following with her elbow into Zero's face.

The force whips the albino's head back as blood bursts from her nose. This causes Zero to stumble back in pain as she reaches a hand up to her face. This minor distraction comes to an end as she soon glares at Judge.

Zero: Fucking bitch!

As she goes back in to retaliate, Jane comes in from the side with a downward stab. Zero, seeing this at the last second, brings her sledgehammer up and blocks it effortlessly. What she doesn't see coming is her fellow pale skin releasing the knife and catching it with her other hand, wasting no time in swinging it upward and slashing She-Thor across the chest.

Twice in a row, Zero stumbles backwards in pain before bashing Jane in the face with the head of her hammer. Cursing and groaning, she reaches a hand to her chest before lifting it up. Coated in blood. She wipes it on her pants to remove the blood, and have a better grip on her weapon.

Now even more pissed, she glares at her two less bloodied opponents as they stand a ways from her. Hammer in both hands, she slowly raises it up as if prepared to swing. And swing she does, like a golfer. Her hammer slams across the dirt and keeps on going as a large chunk of dirt comes flying up. The momentum hurtles the dirt at Judge, upper chest and face, disorienting her as she rushes Jane.

(2nd p.o.v.)

Your sorry self gets launched into a tree with a thud after Hobo tossed you by the throat. Just as you hit the ground, you quickly get back up to your feet. Spitting blood out of your mouth.

The freak before you managed to leave some nasty bruises on you from your little tussle. Hell, maybe one or two lacerations. That's not to say you didn't leave a few beauty marks on him in return. Across his arms, legs, and chest are several cuts and stabs that would leave any person in bad shape. Unfortunately for you, this heartbreaker isn't one.

Catching your breath, you get ready for another go at him. This time with a trick involving a shotgun to the chest. Speaking of chest; something is broken, because it hurts a little to breathe. Worry about that later. Right now, you just want Hobo to completely stop breathing.

You ready for another mad dash to the homeless cardiovascular before you realized something. He's just standing there. Relaxed. Not long after, you hear sounds of faint footsteps and growling. You immediately turn around with your arm out as a fucking dog jumps up and bites down on your forearm. With your knife arm now being thrashed about, your attention is no longer drawn towards Hobo. So you never notice strange black feathers growing from his back.

Deciding to spoil the party trick, you lift your arm up with all your strength, exposing the dog's underside as you pull out your shotgun with your free hand. Without effort, you plant your gun to its chest and empty a shell in it. A bang and a yelp echoes out as the dog lets go of your arm and falls dead. The bite it left burns in pain as you give it a shake. Blood trickling down your hand now.

Ignoring the fact that you had no idea about any dog, you spin around to face Hobo again--

*THWACK*

A full body Pasta smashes into you as Hobo fucking flies at you with pitch black wings. He grabs your shoulders, rams you into a tree, and starts flying up with you in hand. Smashing the both of you into branches as you keep ascending. Then suddenly.... blue skies. The sound of rushing wind passes your ears as you spot a few clouds in the distance. You can even see a town from up here. All the while, his wings flapping in and out around you.

The only thing that worries you most are the trees below getting smaller and smaller. You already know what's about to go down. Besides you, of course.

Not wanting to cause yourself to fall, you try not to struggle in his tight grip. Though that won't last long it seems, as Hobo looks down at you with a small glare. His white hair whipping just over his eyes. He opens his mouth as if to say something. Probably some shitty catchphrase that he says to all his victims. Only to close his mouth and keep staring.

And then he lets go. Arms outstretched as you now free fall. To you, everything slows down. What should have been mere moments, stretch on to seconds. Amazing what adrenaline can do. Even more amazing is how fast it makes you. In one fluent swing, you plunge the knife your still holding right into his chest. Effectively stopping your free fall as you hold on for dear life.

Hobo lets out a pained growl. Looking down, he tries to grab your arm and try to dislodge you. While he's busy with that, you swing your shotgun upward to aim for his face. He sees this and immediately throws an arm to the side to knock your gun away.

*BOOM*

Instead of his head, your aim is thrown off and you end up shooting one of his wings. Eliciting a guttural scream from him. The shot rips his wing in half as feather and flesh go flying. Speaking of flying, your little flight with Hobo comes to an end as you both begin to plummet. Hand still holding the knife in his chest, you pull yourself up to the now-Sephiroth-wannabe and look him dead in the eye. You see a mix of anger and fear as he looks back at you.

You just give him a cold stare with a sly grin.

As you both continue to fall, maybe five seconds of airtime left, you swing both your bodies around to where Hobo is under you. He tries to retaliate, but is soon interrupted with his back smashing into a tree branch. Then another. With every branch he hits, your fall slows down to a survivable plummet. Until one solid branch that takes no shit from no one takes the full weight of two men and holds firm. Causing a snapping sound to come from your sky buddy's back as you both are flipped over and sent falling ten feet down.

Losing your grip on your knife, you're sent tumbling away from Hobo once you both crash to the ground. The moment you hit the dirt, however, you land on your arm at a bad angle. Pain shoots across your arm, mostly your shoulder, so you guess something got dislocated.

As you finally come to a stop, you grab your arm as you let out a yell through your teeth. Taking a few moments to catch your breath and ignore the pain, you slowly get back on your feet before stumbling over to a tree in a daze. After taking a couple deep breaths, you lean away from the tree before slamming your shoulder into the brown bark. A muffled pop rings out as you scream in pain. That lasts for a few seconds as the pain slowly subsides as you get control of your arm again.

The sound of heavy breathing catches your attention as you snap your gaze towards the noise. You spot Hobo struggling to get up as he leans against another tree. His one remaining black wing bent in all sorts of directions from the fall. Blood leaking out from old and new wounds that his weird skeleton theme is barely visible now.

After staring at him for a few seconds, you look down to the grass below to look for something heavy. To your luck, you find your sawed off laying not far away. Walking over, though with a slight limp, you grab your gun and soon make your way over to Hobo. He manages to get one foot under himself, albeit barely.

You cut that great achievement short by bashing the barrel of your gun across his face, blood flying out of his mouth as he hits the floor hard. As you stand over his body, he rolls onto his back as he looks up at you. You bring your gun up over your head. As you swing it down, he raises an arm to block your attack.

You strike his hand, forcing it to fold at a weird angle as his arm flies back down. Going for another swing, he tries his other arm. This time, you hit his forearm. A resounding snap is heard as the radius and ulna bones snap in half. Getting annoyed, you look down and spot the knife you plunged in his chest earlier still there.

You reach down and pull your knife out, planning on giving it a new home. You flip it around and stab it into the base of Hobo's neck. With this new leverage, you lift his bloodied body up just a bit. The look of terror in his eyes gives you a sense of victory as you raise your shotgun again. This time you manage to hit his head without any obstructions.

*Thwack*

His head snaps back as you hit his temple.

*Thwack*

One of his eyes begin to swell shut after having a double barrel smashed into it.

Thwack*

Caved in his nose.

*Thwack*

Broken jaw.

Every hit you make ruins his face more and more. One becomes three, then five, then eight. Over and over, you lay into him without stop. Until finally, you stretch out for one last hit. With a guttural roar, you swing your gun down with all your might. The force of the blow sends Hobo hurtling to the dirt as he's thrown off your knife.

You look down at him, face bloodied and practically inhuman in comparison, motionless. The only signs of life being the gurgled wheezing escaping his swollen, bloodied, torn lips. Then, it slows down... Until finally, Hobo releases one long and final breath as blood pools up around him.

You just look at him. The sound of crickets and cat fighting being all you can hear on the wind. As you look at Hobo, you feel like you're missing something. Some sort of poetic justice. After some thought, you look down to your knife. Then back at Him. Then back at your knife...

You kneel down over his body and plunge your knife into his chest, dragging it down to his stomach. Once you made a sizable hole, you holster your shotgun and plunge your hand into his chest. Digging around a bit, you find what you're looking for and yank it out.

In your now bloodied hand is his heart. Or a heart from what you've learned about him. You give the organ a good look over as you stand up. You still haven't the faintest clue how any of this could work.

Satisfied with your action, you toss the heart at a tree. The sound of a splat assuring you that you hit your mark as you turn to leave. You wonder if the girls may need help dealing with one person........ Buuutt decide to go find your pistol instead.

(3rd p.o.v.)

Judge takes a hammer to the gut as Zero ducks down from a sword swing. This launches her back, leaving Jane to deal with her for the moment. The duo waste no time with any stare downs and just go at each other again. Knife and hammer are both parried and dodged as the two just go at it. As the two try to hurt each other even further, they somehow manage to stumble into the forest. After catching her breath, Judge rushes over to help.

Jane, spotting a tree not far behind Zero, dodges another hammer swing and just tackles her. The two of them collide with the tree, knocking the wind out of Sledge's feminine doppelganger. Not enough to stun her long, as she soon retaliates by kneeing the burn victim in the vigina. This works well as Jane keels over before being shoved aside.

With Jane out of the way, Zero sees Judge charging her with sword at the ready. Letting out a sigh, she waits a moment for the girl with special eyes to get close enough. She soon rushes forward and swings her hammer. Only for her head to snap back as her scarf tightens around her neck.

This catches her by surprise as her hammer completely misses Judge's head. That surprise is quickly replaced with fear as her adversary's sword flies at her.

Her chest burns as the sword is plunged between her ribs. Not stopping, Judge pushes Zero until she's pinned against the tree. The now skewered girl's head whips against the bark. Next to her head, her scarf is pinned to the tree by Jane's knife. She simply loses her grip to her hammer, dropping it. Blood soon trickles from her lips as she coughs.

She just stares at Judge in disbelief. Her executioner looks back at her as she breathes heavily.

Judge: Zero. For crimes against humanity, I announce you guilty! I shall sentence you to--

She pulls her sword out and winds it back.

Judge: DEATH!

She swings her sword at Zero's neck. She tries to block it with her hand, only to have a few fingers cut off as the blade keeps going. With a sharp slice, her head comes clean off and falls to the floor with the fingers.

Just a ways to the side, Jane gets back to her feet as she holds her cooch in pain. As she looks up, she sees the headless body of Zero slump against the tree before falling over. The striped scarf unraveling from the neck as the end is till pinned with her knife. She walks over to Judge as she continues to stare at their fresh kill.

After a few seconds, she strolls over to the tree and pulls her knife out. Letting the scarf fall to the grass.

(Y/n): Took you long enough.

The two turn around and see their third member limping back to the van.

Jane: You look like hell.

(Y/n): I'll live.

Deciding to leave it at that, Jane and Judge just shrug and head back to the van as well. Leaving the body's of Hobo Heart and Zero where they are. As everyone hops back in the vehicle, it begins to pull out of the forest and back to the road.

As they leave, the sound of a phone ringing can be heard from Zero's body. Only for no one to answer it now.

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