A/N: Hi! I'm Ceci, and this is my first Supernatural story so be nice. I tried not to make Lennie Mary-Sue, but I don't know how well I did it, so... Whatever. I'll update every Wednesday.
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural, that belongs to Eric Kripke. I do however own Lennie and her storyline.
Fighter: Rough Beginnings
Hi, I'm Caylen Lenora Landon; or as I prefer to be called, Lennie. I'm 23 now, and still not out of the orphanage I've been in six years short of my entire life. Saint Cecilia's Girl's Orphanage is Hell on Earth for me, but it was the only job I could get outside of a strip joint. But none of this makes sense to you yet, so I'll just start at the beginning.
I was born on September 21, 1982 to Lucy Landon. I never had a dad. It was just Mom and I, in our tiny apartment in Detroit, Michigan. We didn't have much, but we were happy. That is, until my sixth birthday. My mom had left me sleeping in our shared bed to go pick up a few things. She left a note saying she'd be back at ten and not to go anywhere. Let's just say I was a fast learner. I woke up at ten thirty and she still wasn't back. I got worried, so I called the police. They found my mom dead in an alley one block away, stabbed in the heart three times. The odd thing was, nothing was stolen. At least, nothing the police could see. The other odd thing was that they couldn't find any fingerprints. They never found who didn't.
So little Lennie went to an orphanage. I was always a strange kid, very antisocial, didn't like girly things. It was very inconvenient considering all they had was girl's toys. All of the other girls hated me. They never really bothered me though, except one. Claudia Meyers. She would go out of her way to exclude me, to trip me, get me in trouble. She was the main reason I was so antisocial. I suffered through 12 years of Claudia until I was released from Saint Cecilia's at 18. However, since I didn't have enough money to go to college, I was homeless. The only job I could get that offered boarding was the secretary at the exact orphanage I'd just escaped. Not the best news in the world. I've been at this job for five years, and I finally have enough money to move out. I got an apartment in the same apartment building I'd lived in before. It was small and cramped, but it was the best I could do. So for now, it was home.
Lately though, things have been happening. Single women are getting murdered just blocks from their destination. No fingerprints, nothing stolen, no leads. The same thing that happened to my mom. I don't know if it's some sick serial killer, but you can bet I'm going to find it. I'm going to get revenge for what happened to my mom and I. The person responsible for my mom's death will die, and I don't care if it's the last thing I do. I will find them.