Author's note: I'm kinda new at this so please dont judge :)
Prologue
All she could remember was the pain. The sick way the knife twisted inside of her. She placed the heel of her boot on his abdomen and pushed him away from her. The girl scrambled to her feet, holding her wound to keep the blood from pouring down the rest of
her body. She darted in the opposite direction, eyes darting back and forth searching
frantically for an exit. His footsteps pounded the floor behind her.
She rounded the corner to where she remembered the door had been, only to skid to a halt as she realized that there was nothing there except a concrete wall.
The girl turned around, tears running down her dirty face. She could see his silhouette walking down the corridor toward her. In a matter of seconds he stood just inches away.
He lifted the knife to her cheek and dragged it along her face and down to her collar bone. "They're dead." he smiled, his teeth glinting despite their yellowish tint corresponding to the color of his eyes which crinkled with evil intent. He pressed the blade roughly against her skin and she winced, holding back the sobs. "Your family is dead."
Chapter One
Griffin Blackly woke with a start, a cold sweat covering her skin and sheets. Her chest heaved gasps of terror, her mind still projecting the awful nightmare she couldn't shake. Tears soaked her face and neck. Your okay, she told herself over and over again, your fine.
"Bad dream again?"
Griffin jumped, startled.
"Dammit, Cale." she sighed out her relief.
"Sorry." her older brother smiled apologetically, sitting on a chair at her desk across the room.
"Why are you in here anyway?" she sat up, hugging her knees to her chest and cradling her baby blue bedspread in her sleepy arms. She tried to sound nonchalant and not at all rude, but she was still scared to hell.
Cale's smiled vanished and his eyes sank to the ground. "You were crying again."
Griffin's heart sank like a rock to her stomach. Three times. Three times this had happened to her. Her face twisted in sadness and the tears fell again.
Cale jumped up, rushing over to her, taking her face in his comforting hands. "Hey, hey, hey." his giant brown eyes were full of concern. At 14 (almost 15) he had just begun to get a little stubble on his chin. After so many years, it still surprised her how much he looked like their father. Puppy dog eyes, shaggy brown hair; every last detail was identical. "Your fine."
"Why is this happening to me?" she looked up at him with her now large, puffy red eyes.
"I don't know, Griff." he shook his head. "But hey." he smiled hopefully. "Stop crying! You can't be sad on your birthday!"
Griffin smiled at this along with him. Cale never forgot her birthday; not once! Mostly because his was the day after her's, but also because they were always excited, that for one day a year, they could be the same age.
Cale held out a small, pink, rectangular box with a happy yellow ribbon on top. "Go on, Loo." he chuckled. Calling her 'Loo' was something reserved for only her brothers and father. When she was born, Cale was only a year old and couldn't say 'Griffin' so he just simply said 'Loo' and it sort of stuck. "Open it. And if you don't like it, I could always just tell you what Rider got you. It may make me feel like a better and more responsible brother."
Griffin giggled and carefully opened the little box. Inside, hidden by two thin pieces of cream colored tissue paper, was a silver locket. The engraved sculpt on the front was made to look like an intricate compass rose. In the center were three birthstones, no doubt representing the three children. A red Garnet for Rider (the eldest of the three), January. A leafy green Peridot for me, August. And a piercing blue Sapphire for Cale, the first day of September.
She unlatched the locket. On the inside was a clock with Roman Numerals for the numbers. But on the other side was a picture of the three siblings on their trip to Lake Erie on the 4th of July. They were standing on a deck on top of a hill, over looking the lake, a bright red firework exploding behind them.
"It was mom's." Cale said quietly. "Dad gave it to her the day you were born. I had to change the picture - "
He didn't have time to finish his thought. Griffin wrapped her skinny arms around his shoulders. "Thank you." she whispered.
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The morning was rushed. The bus had pulled up by the time Griffin was just pulling her shirt on. She flung her bag over her shoulder, left the room hastily without checking her appearance, and hurried out the front door. She boarded the school-bus and tried to scurry down the aisle but was caught by a tight grip on her for-arm.
"We've been over this," the driver growled in an angry voice. "The next time your late I'm gonna leave your sorry ass behind. Now sit down!"
Griffin narrowed her eyes at him, knowing that he was NOT supposed to use that language or even touch a student. She hated the guy. He was always a jerk to her and her brother, Rider. But that may have had to do with her tying his shoe-lace to the brake pedal lat year after he gave Rider detention for wearing a hat. She smiled with satisfaction at this; they both knew she was smarter and definitely more cunning than he was.
She took a seat next to her best friend, Tate Michelson, who just stared at her with raised eye-brows and a devilish smirk.
"What?" she scoffed.
"Any ideas for further retaliation?" he grinned.
"I'm thinkin'."
"Well think fast!" he said quickly before tossing a bag at her. She smiled widely when she saw the bag was full of strawberry candies. "Happy birthday."
"Thanks Tate." she nudged him with her elbow.
"Hey I also finished the script!" he said happily, retrieving a stack of pages from his book-bag.
"No way!" she grinned with delight, grabbing the bundle from his hands. "It's only been a week!"
"Yeah, well soccor's over so I've had some extra time on my hands."
"Do you have your camera?" she asked.
"Never go anywhere without it." he patted the front pocket of his bag. "Wanna go to the park and film after school?"
"Of course!" she said, reading the first couple of pages. "So who am I?"
"I'm not sure yet. If Olivia won't do it, your gonna have to be the bitchy skank who dies first." he chuckled.
"My specialty." Griffin said, popping a strawberry into her mouth.
"No kidding." Tate laughed before being punched playfully in the arm.
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School was the same. Not paying attention, clocks that never seem to move after 45 minutes. By 7th period, Griffin was sort of out-of-it. She usually seemed not to mind school so bad, but today something just didn't feel right. The day passed and her and Tate left the building, right after the final bell.
"Rider!" Griffin called catching up to her older brother. "Hey, tell the Lord of the Dicks I'm not coming home on the bus today."
"Why? Where are you guys going?" he questioned with his 'I really don't care' look.
"The park. Tate just finished the script so we're gonna start shooting."
"Sounds lame."
"Whatever. It beats Halo 4 and Funions." she retorted smiling.
"Don't be dissin' Master Chief." he snickered as his sister walked away.
"Master Chief sucks ass!"she called over her shoulder.
"I'm telling dad you said ass!" he joked.
Griffin smiled. Her brothers were the best.
Griffin ran through the trees, her bloodstained face aching and sore. "Help!" she cried, tears spilling out of her eyes. "Someone! Please!" she couldn't see it. The branch. It poked out from the leaves but managed to camouflage itself under the brush. She tripped and plummeted to the earth in a painful heap. Her pursuer emerged from the trees, holding the knife. His hidden face felt malevolent and the experience reminded her of her dream the night before. The whole thing suddenly felt...real. She let out a blood-curdling scream.
"Cut!" Tate grinned from behind his tripod. "Perfect! Gary, not so quick next time. Griffin...nice scream." he complimented.
"Thanks." she smiled, whipping away a droplet of corn syrup from her chin. Gary pulled off his hoodie and frowned at Tate.
"I wouldn't have gone so fast if you hadn't made me wear this stupid thing in the first place. If I wasn't in a rush to get this over with I would've slowed down! It's gotta be like 112 degrees out here!"
"Try 79 degrees, Gary." Griffin taunted checking her iphone for the temperature.
"I doesn't matter!" Tate jumped up and down like a child with candy. "It was perfect. There's no chance in hell we won't win this year!"
Suddenly, Griffin's phone let out it's Beethoven's Fifth ring tone which could only mean one thing; Rider.
"Yep?" she answered.
"Hey, I'm on my way home. Cale and I are gonna pick up some pizza. You need a ride?"
"No, I can walk. We're only a few minutes from the house."
"Okay. Dad should be home. You'll probably get there before we do." he paused and Griffin could hear Cale talking in the background. "Well, stop being a little bitch!"
"Thanks, Rider." she acted hurt, but with sarcasm.
"Not you. Cale's just-" there was some rustling. "Ow! Let go of the...yeah well it's my car you little douche! Sorry, Griff. You better head home. We'll be there soon."
"K." she said laughing and hanging up.
"Gotta go?" Tate asked, looking a little deflated.
"Yeah," she started to say something else witty, but decided against it.
"Alright. Film tomorrow?"
"Maybe. Rider may take me to the shooting range tomorrow after school, so...we'll see. I'll text you." she said and with that, she strode down the street.
The house was dark. Quiet. Looming there as if it was trying to hide. Griffin had never noticed how simple it was. How anonymous. She tromped up the cement stairs on the back porch and fiddled with the key.
Weird, she thought. Why would the door be locked if dad was home?
As soon as she stepped inside, it was clear something was amiss. There was a line of salt on the floor, right in front of the door.
"What the?" she whispered to herself when she realized the same mysterious lines of salt were in front of the windows too.
"Dad?" she called. "Dad, you home?" she tiptoed through the dinning room and stopped dead in her tracks when she saw a dark red splotch in the beige carpet of the living room. Her heart jumped into her throat. She took a cautious step forward, grabbing the letter opener that sat on the cluttered dinning room table; they always ate on the coffee table in front of the tv.
She kept a quiet and slow pace. Another red stain. This one much larger, but that wasn't what caused her eyes to widen in fear. It was the hand next to it. The hand was connected to an arm, the arm to a body.
Her father lay sprawled on the floor, his head resting in a pool of his own blood.
"DAD!" Griffin cried, dropping the letter opener and falling to her knees next to her father. "Omigod! Dad!" he was still alive (barely), breathing rapidly.
"Griffin?" his eyes locked with hers.
"Dad, I'm gonna call for help!" she tried to jump up and run for the phone, but he grabbed her arm to keep her right where she was.
"Listen closely. Griffin, tell me my name." he said.
"What?" she asked, shocked. Her dad was dying and he didn't seem to care.
"I want you to say my name."
"David Blackly." she breathed between sobs. "Dad what happened?"
"My name is not David Blackly." he said, Griffin stared at him in horrified confusion. "Listen Griff. I knew I couldn't protect you kids forever, so I guess now you need to know."
"Know what dad?" she whimpered.
"My real name is...ah." he struggled, blood spilling into his other hand from what appeared to be a knife wound. "My name is Samuel Winchester."
"What?" she asked, knowing there was barely any time left for him.
"I said listen. Not talk." he groaned with the effort. "They are gonna come for you. You and your brothers aren't safe here anymore. Remember this name; Gerald McBray. Address: 314 East Elm, Lillian, Ohio. He can help. Promise me you'll find him."
"Dad, I-"
"Promise me!"
She couldn't believe all of this was happening. Her mind reeled and she let out a shaky breath. "I promise."
Without another word her fathers bloody head sank down, eyes rolled back. Breathing stopped.
Okay so this was my first attempt on writing on this website, so let me know what you thought. I'm open ears and another chapter will be coming soon so don't think this is an isolated event:) Happy to hear from anyone.
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