This is the first chapter of the newer version, I understand that some people didn't like the fact that I was giving up on the last one, since I lost some followers. Please tell me what you think of this, it really does pain me to give up on the last story but I don't think it was really going anywhere. Please review and give me your opinion on this. Thank you.
My name is Raven Hobbes, and my life changed when I turned nine.
My family wasn't big, just me, my mom, and my dad, but we were happy. Sometimes I'd catch my dad pouring salt on the windowsills, or my mom painting weird symbols on the ceiling. One time a man broke into our house, but he couldn't move once he got under one of the symbols and my dad started to speak a weird language and the man threw up black smoke. But they always said it was just a nightmare, always a nightmare that I'd wake up from. And I did, until that night.
Sometimes I'd hear my parents talking on the phone with a man named Bobby, they'd sound worried but the man would try to calm them. I heard them say they didn't want me brought into their world, that they wanted me to live a normal life. They said they didn't want me to be a hunter, but I thought I was alright with that, my dad tried to get me to go with him in the woods in the back to shoot a deer for dinner, but I didn't want to. I was okay with not hunting.
My ninth birthday was spent in silence, I was given poorly wrapped presents, one was a pistol, one was a CD, one was a book with weird thing in it, and the last one was a jar of salt. My parent's said they'd come in handy. The entire day, I was in a bad mood, from the afternoon until night I was in the basement with my mom, my dad was upstairs, it sounded like he was throwing things at someone.
After that, I heard my parents tell the Bobby man that "they found us" I wasn't sure who "they" were, but I thought it couldn't be that bad, my parents would protect me.
A few weeks after that, I woke up in the middle of the night, I wasn't sure why, but something didn't feel right. Everything was too quiet.
So I went downstairs for a glass of water, but my mother ran up the stairs and looked scared that I was up. I tried to tell her I was thirsty, but she covered my mouth and picked me up, she ran into her and Daddy's room, and locked the door, she told me to go into the bathroom and don't come out, pour the salt that was in there in a line at the door, and don't come out even if it was her knocking.
I remember going into the bathroom, but I didn't shut the door. I wanted Mommy to come in there with me; I wanted the person to stop banging on the door. But then I heard Daddy's voice, he was telling Mommy to let him in, but she didn't.
I yelled at her to let him in, but she just looked scared at me again, scared that I didn't salt the door. She was about to tell me to again, but then the door burst open and landed on her. I screamed for her to wake up, but she didn't. Then Daddy walked in and smiled, lifting the door off of her.
The other man there slapped Mommy and she woke up, she screamed and tried to get to the bathroom I was in, but Daddy grabbed her and kicked her in the stomach. But it wasn't Daddy, his eyes were black, and so was the man beside him, along with the five other people in the doorway.
"Come on, Georgie, tell us where it is." The thing in Daddy gave a sickly sweet smiled as he called Mommy by her nickname.
Mommy just spit in his face. "Go to hell."
"Been there, done that." The monster said. "Don't make us to this the hard way."
"Get out of my husband." She growled.
"Yeah but if I do that, he won't get to taste your pretty little heart." He reached out to touch her cheek but she flinched away. "Now, Mrs. Hobbes, tell us where it is!" he yelled in her face.
"You'll never get it, it's protected." She laughed.
"It's in her, isn't it?" he tilted his head. "Alright, all we have to do is rip it out of her."
"Don't you dare!" she screamed. "Don't touch a hair on her head."
"See if its protector can get to it if it's in hell." He laughed and looked around the room, his eyes landing on the bathroom door I was looking out of, our eyes met. Then he smiled again and looked down at Mommy. "Sorry, sweetheart, we're gonna have to cut this short." Then he reached down and Mommy's eyes widened, right before he twisted her neck with a sickening snap.
I remember screaming, I remember trying to run to her but something stopped me, something deep inside me told me to lock the door, salt it, and close my eyes. So I did.
Just as the thing inside Daddy reached the door I started pouring the salt down, I heard him pounding on it and screaming for me to open it. "Let Daddy in, sweetie, I'm not going to hurt you." But it didn't sound like Daddy; the thing's voice was sticky sweet, with a hint of desperation.
I huddled under the sink and rested my head on my knees, wishing for the thing to go away. I felt tears fall on my bare knees; they smelled like Iron…Iron? I looked at them for a second, realizing that I had fallen on the stairs when Mommy tried to pick me up…there was blood on the stairs. My pajama shorts were torn and my knees were covered in blood, my shirt was dirty from sweat and blood. My hair was still messy from sleeping, but all my thoughts stopped when I saw a light shine in through the crack in the door of the bottom of the sink. I looked out it, but it hurt too much, so I put my head on my legs again and shut my eyes like the voice in my head told me to.
I heard those monsters screaming, the light shone brighter than anything I've ever seen, leaking through my eyelids, turning everything red. I buried my head deeper to get away from the harsh light, but a part of me didn't want to look away, it was beautiful.
I wasn't sure how long I was in there for, it might have been days. It might have just been a few hours. But I didn't move an inch, even though the screaming stopped only a minute or so after it began, I didn't move. Even after I started hearing voices outside.
"Georgina…" one man said. "Oh God, Jack."
"What happened here?" The other man said. I couldn't see them, but they sounded slightly older than my dad.
"I'm not sure…" The first man said. "Where's Raven?" she heard him shuffle around, looking for her, but she didn't call out.
"Raven's the kid, right?" the second man said.
"She's only nine." The first man said sadly. "Did they take her?"
"How could they have?" he said. "They're all dead."
"Which leads us to the big question here, what killed them all?" the first man asked.
"And why are there so many for just one small family?" the second man asked.
"Well right now, I just want to make sure Raven's safe."
"Have you met her before?" the man sounded closer to the bathroom.
"Once, when she was a newborn." The first man said, it sounded like they were getting closer and closer. "It was when Georgie and Jack told me they were done huntin'." He said.
"Obviously they weren't out of it yet." I heard the door creak open. "Salt line." The man said.
"Raven?" the first man called out. "You in here, kiddo?"
"I don't see her." The man walked out, but the first man stayed.
"Raven come on, don't be dead." He said quietly. Then my foot slipped and knocked over a spray bottled of cleaner. I heard the man stop, but I didn't look up. He inched closer slowly; I saw his flashlight shine in through the crack, like the other light had. But this one was bothersome; I didn't want anyone to fine me.
He opened the door and saw me curled up in a ball, I heard him sigh and lower what looked like a gun. "Raven?" he inched closer. "Is it you?" then the gun was raised slightly again. "Raven?" I felt water splash on me and heard him sigh in relief when nothing happened. "John, I found her!" the other man, John, came into the room.
"Is it her?" he asked gruffly.
"Yeah, it's her." He showed the bottle of water he had thrown on her. "Raven, sweetie?" he reached out. "You have to come with me." But I didn't look up.
"We don't have time for this, Bobby; Demons could be comin' any minute." John said.
Bobby sighed and scooped me up, I didn't protest. But before he left the room I looked over his shoulder and saw my mother, her head was twisted weirdly and my father's eyes were burnt out.
"Raven, we need you to tell us what happened." Bobby said as he kneeled down to me level, I kept my head down so my dirty blonde hair covered my face. He put his hands on my upper arms and shook my lightly. "Raven, please."
It bothered me that they didn't know what to call me; it showed they weren't that close to my family. But I couldn't find my voice to correct them.
"She's in shock, Bobby." John said as he set his gun down on the table.
Bobby sighed. "Should we just leave her with Dean and Sammy for a little?" he asked.
"We have no choice; we still have to get some things from her house." John looked back at us. I didn't like that they were talking as if I weren't there, kids at school do that sometimes to annoy me. "Dean, come in here!" he called, a teenage boy with brown hair came in. "Take Raven into the house with Sammy, stay there until we come back." John cocked a rifle and put a knife into his belt. "We'll be back in a few hours."
Dean nodded and watched the two men leave, then he looked at me and gestured for me to follow him, but I stayed put. He sighed in irritation. "Come on." He said, but I still didn't move, I couldn't will my feet to move. "I said come on, you can walk, can't you?" he said harshly. Then he huffed and went over to me, he took me hand and dragged me into the house. It smelled like gunpowder and old books.
"Sammy, stay here." Dean said to another boy and went to reapply salt to the door.
"Hi, I'm Sam." The boy said to me with a smile, but it fell when I made no move to look up at him, let alone answer. "You're Raven, right?"
"Don't bother, Sammy, she's not gonna talk." Dean said as he set the bag of salt down.
"Shut up, Dean." Sam said and looked back at me. "How old are you?" he asked me.
I peeked through my curtain of curly hair and saw his smile again. Why was he smiling? My family's just been killed and he was smiling.
"She doesn't wanna talk…" Dean mumbled mockingly.
"Are ya hungry?" he asked. "We've got chips, and cereal, and…I think Dean ate the last of the pie." I found myself looked up a bit.
"There's still a slice of pie left, and it's chocolate." Dean laughed from the other room; I heard the refrigerator door close.
He walked in with a paper plate and a slice of pie, a fork in one hand ready to dig in. "Dean!" Sam scolded.
Dean looked up and at me, then back at the pie; he sighed and dropped his hand with the fork to his side. "She's got to talk for it."
Sam looked back at me. "Do you want pie?" he asked.
I looked at the slice and my stomach growled loudly, causing a smile from Sam and an eye roll from Dean. "That doesn't count!" Dean said.
"Yes it does." Sam took the plate and fork from him before he could think. "Here you go." He set it on the table beside me.
I looked at it and back at the two brothers, Sam smiled encouragingly, Dean just grumbled "his pie" and walked away. I sat down at the chair and carefully lifted the fork, it took a lot of energy to move, but I managed. I took a first bite and it was delicious, so I ate the whole thing, it felt like I hadn't eaten in days, which was probably right.
"Do you feel better?" Sam asked. I nodded. "Good." He smiled and sat next to me, and then his smile fell. "Do you remember what happened?"
I slowly set the fork down and looked at the plate; I still couldn't find my voice.
"Uncle Bobby's already been through this with her, she's not going to talk." Dean said as he came in. "She's probably been shocked so much, she's a mute."
I looked at him with hollow eyes. People always said my eyes were weird, the kids at school made fun of me for them, grownups said they were beautiful, but I could see the slight fear in those people, and they seemed confused as to why they were scared, and I was too. I always thought they had too many colors in them, the colors swirled around, an amethyst background with blue, green, and grey dotting and streaking the orbs, it was like I had a whole universe in one eye. My eyes made Dean freeze where he stood, Sammy too.
An eerie silence filled the room until it became suffocating. "When did Dad say they would be back?" Sam asked, breaking the silence.
"In a few hours…" Dean said. "I'm guessing they have to get her some things too." He nodded at me. I stood up suddenly, shocking both of them; I went in search for a paper and pen, when I found some I wrote down a sentence. "You want them to get this?" Dean asked.
I nodded. "The safe under your bed?" Sam asked.
I nodded again. The gun I got for my birthday. "I'll text them…" Dean said and got out his phone, texting Bobby.
"What's in the safe?" Sam asked.
I stayed silent. "I guess we'll find out when it gets here." Dean said, glancing up from his phone.
When Bobby and John got back, John was carrying the safe while Bobby had a few boxes and bags.
I ran up to him as he set it down. "How do you open it?" he asked.
I glanced up at him, then at Bobby. Then I reached for the lock and put in my pass code: 9864, the address number of the house I was born in, since my mom didn't want to have me at the hospital, and that house was now covered in blood and gore. The door opened and revealed a .22 pistol, a silver knife, a jar of salt, an iron knife, a CD, a book of spells and devils traps, and a rosary for making holy water. Everyone looked surprised when I opened the safe.
"Did your parents give you all that?" Bobby asked, I nodded without looking at him.
"Damn…" John sighed. "So much for 'out of hunting'." He said.
"The Demons found them, they told me that a few weeks ago." Bobby said. "What were they trying to take?"
"Whatever it was, it was worth their lives, I guess." John shook his head and told the boys to go to the guest bedroom.
Bobby kneeled down and looked at me. "I know it's hard for you to remember this, but did your parents say anything about something precious to them?"
I shook my head. But then I frowned, I remembered the "demon" as Bobby called it, telling Mommy that he wanted something she had, but then said it was in someone.
"Raven?" I looked at him, then shook my head and wrote down my nickname on the piece of paper. "Rae?" Bobby said as he read it. "That's what they call you?" I nodded. "Well, Rae, looks like you'll have to live here for a little while."
I nodded in understanding and or the first time, I felt the back of my hand. It burned and was marked with what seemed like squiggly lines. That's when I remembered that light again, the light that shined brighter and more beautiful than anything I'd seen before, with hints of blue that seemed to crawl to me, warming my otherwise chilled skin. The light was what saved me, and I would never forget it.
Even when I found the dick that beautiful light belonged to, I still loved it, not him mind you, but the light, it was…heavenly.
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