Surviving

I do not own Darksiders 1/2

The Horsemen are not related in the following fan fiction except for Fury and Strife and just so no one is confused they teens.

Chapter 1

Fury woke up and carefully sat up so she didn't make the tent fall. She looked around and saw a bucket of water in the corner. She glanced next to her and saw Strife sleeping peacefully, his hair messy and dirty with the filth they lived in. Fury sighed.

Glad he got water, I can go take a bath and bring some back for him. Fury thought to herself. She got up and crawled on the dirty stone ground and over to the bucket. She pushed her way out of the tent with it.

She stood up and looked up at the falling moon, shivering a bit as the night wind greeted her, gently making her hair fly to her shoulder. The sun would be coming up soon. She and Strife would have to go out to see what they could get later today, maybe people would be kinder today. She walked across the street, her bare feet cold against the stone. She walked through the shadowed alleyway and pushed her way through the bushes that waited at the end of it.

She pushed the bucket through the hole, careful not to spill any of the water. She got down on her knees and checked the woods before she moved. When it was clear she crawled out.

After about an hour Fury stared to walk back with the bucket refilled, her hair was still wet from her bath and was clinging to her shoulders. The sun was up and she knew she had to get back before the forest predators got up.

She watched as nephilim people walked along the road, some carrying books, baskets, bags and fresh food. She could hear the merchants calling out to people to buy their products, but she tuned their daily chatter out and crawled back into their tent. Strife was gone and she guessed he had left to go find a new cup since a man took it from them and broke it on the ground a few days ago.

She pushed the bucket into the corner and grabbed one of the old plates they collected, turning it upside down and placing it over the top to keep stuff out of it. She noticed Strife left his scarf and sighed. She grabbed it and her equally worn cloak and crawled out of the tent again.

She walked down the street, avoiding eye contact with anyone who looked down at her, making sure not to make herself noticeable. She spotted Strife at their usual spot. He was sitting on the ground with a cup in his hands. He was staring down at it with a dull look. She hated seeing him like that, he used to always smile and make jokes and keep both of them laughing, but now he was always silent.

Fury sat beside him, crossing her legs, and nudged him with her shoulder.

"You forgot your scarf." Fury said, handing it to him. Strife glanced at it, but didn't attempt to take it from her.

"I might as well freeze to death." Strife spat, the dead tone in his voice frightening her.

"Don't say that Strife! Put the scarf on, please, I can't stand to see you shiver." Fury pleaded. Strife looked down again and looked back over to her and took the scarf.

"Fine I'll wear it. Only for you though." Strife muttered. He took it and wrapped it around his neck, pulling some of it up to cover his mouth. Fury watched him carefully. He had started talking like that for a few days; she didn't want him to die. He was all she had left.

For the rest of the day they sat there, watching people pass, thanking those who were kind enough to gift them with coins. They ended the day with only a small amount of money, but they never expected anyone to give them much.

They walked back to the tent, both sharing Fury's old cloak to keep them warm. Suddenly, someone came up and shoved both of them to the ground, making a tear in the cape. Strife growled and glared up at their attackers. Fury put a hand on his shoulder and looked up at them too.

"You don't deserve this money! You are nothing but dirty peasants!." A boy with clean blonde hair taunted. His buddies, two of them, laughed evilly with him. Strife glared threatening daggers at them. He got up and helped Fury. She reached down and grabbed her cloak and continued to walk with Strife down the street, hoping they would leave them be, but the boys weren't through with them yet.

"You're lucky you got a pretty sister, she can sell herself for money!" He taunted again. Strife growled lowly, stopping and clenching his fists. Fury faced him and grabbed his hands.

"Just ignore them, brother. Let's get back to the tent." Fury said, trying to stop him from getting into a confrontation. Strife looked up at her. He nodded and they kept walking. Fury gasped when one of the boys yanked her away and held her to him.

"Yeah, you're a pretty one, I'll be your first customer." He said darkly and held her chin roughly in his hand so she was forced to look at him. Strife's eyes widened, he shouldn't have done that. Fury was fiercer then he was when she got angry, especially when men tried to touch her. Fury narrowed her eyes at him.

"Let go of me." Fury demanded. Her voice was low and threatening. The boy smirked at her.

"Or you'll do what? You're just a dirty homeless bitch. I can do what ever I want with you." The boy shot back. Fury looked like she relaxed all of a sudden.

"Then what are you waiting for?" She asked in a seductive voice. They boy smirked like he was thinking: That's more like it. When he was close enough, Fury slammed her head into his and roughly shoved him off of her.

"Don't ever touch me again!" Fury growled. Her head snapped to the other boys. Strife took their shocked moment and grabbed a boy in a head lock, tightening his grip, starting to choke him and take him to the ground.

Fury threw a punch at the other boy and hit him square in the chin. She kicked him in the stomach and watched him double over in pain. She looked up and saw Strife had seduced the other boy and looked up at her.

"Come on, we need to go before they get up. We can't have warriors searching for us." Strife said, standing up and grabbing her hand, pulling her after him as they ran down the street. Little did they know a man that was having a nightly stroll had witnessed the whole fight.

He glanced at the crow on his shoulder.

"They have potential. Do you think they suffice?" He asked his companion. The bird squawked and fluffed out its black feathers. The man nodded in agreement.

"I'll have to watch these two for a while..."