Our Freak show, hey guys its Fandomforever33 and my awesome friend Linds. Ok so she and I got bored and we decided to write this. Anyways I do not own Supernatural only my OC's Lindsay and Savannah.
Savannah was nervous. Sure, she and her sister had known Matthew since they were little, (She being in 2nd grade, her younger sister Lindsay being in kindergarden) but, something about his invitation to his "gangs" meeting seemed...well, it left a bad feeling in her stomach that was for sure. She wasn't sure listening to Matthew and bringing along eleven year old Lindsay was the best idea she'd ever had. In fact, she felt downright stupid for doing it. Matthew, who was standing in front of her suddenly spoke, and as though reading her mind, the words formed, "Trust me 'Vannah," he assured, "this is just a harmless meeting, they wanted to met you guys, I talk about you a lot." He flashed her a smile, but the gleam in his face was vacant in his eyes, favoring a slightly nervous attitude over the joyous one he usually gave. The strange change in his attitude left Savannah's right hand itching toward her father's Glock 19 pistol she stashed in her waistband before coming out to this "meeting." Calming down the twitching joints she kept the straightest face she could manage, and snatched Lindsay's palm. Lindsay did not seem to share her nervousness a look of glee adorned her face, at the first prospect of "a big kids party." Savannah was so focused on thinking of what the meeting could be about, and ways to keep her nervousness in check, she didn't even notice her nightmares come true, until a look of confusion snuck its way onto the eleven year olds face. Slowly, Savannah twisted her face to the sight before her eyes, to see what no human being wanted to see. Yes, Little Oak Wyoming was a small town, so people talked, but the thirteen year old chose to ignore the "outlandish " rumors that seemed to follow Matthew around. Rumors that soiled the "golden boy" 's reputation into one full of satanic worship and evil, rather than straight A's and church bake sales. It was only after he only showed up to school twice a week, noticed his grades droop to C's and F's , and the skin beneath his eyes turning blacker and blacker each day, that the possibility of other activities burrowed its way into her mind. And now...there it was. Symbols were painted onto the grass of the field they had stopped at, torches were set up in different places along the figure, illuminating the sky, and different knives and swords were in the other 30 or so men and boys she could see hand's. She now could see, even though she desperately craved escape from this madness. her pistol with its 15 bullets would only wound half, supposing she hit every target dead on, and with all those swords, not to mention some of them looked physically fit, so out running them was out, any way she put it they were stuck. Savannah felt like she was about to scream. The STUPIDITY she felt! HOW could she be so THICK! Her blind faith in Matthew just put her AND Lindsay in danger! Biting her tongue so furiously it bled, she gripped her sister's hand tightly and allowed the boys (some of which she recognized) to a set of chairs, only thinking one thing, "What do they want with us?"
Lindsay sat down next to her sister. She was starting to feel the nervousness her sister had shown in small doses throughout the trip. She didn't entirely understand what the men were doing in the woods; she didn't even entirely understand why she was in the woods. However when the men started to chant words she did not recognize she started to realize that this wasn't good. Glancing at her sister nervously hoping to see the usual confident, sarcastic Savannah she knew, she saw in her place a sickly pale fidgety girl. The eleven year old realized that her sister didn't have the information on what was happening either. Turning her head back to her sight ahead of her she saw a young boy not much older than herself step into the center of the painted shape in the middle of the pasture. The men decked in white robes chanted harsher, crueler, sweat and what seemed like blood dripped from their foreheads. A small light grew like seedling from underneath the boys feet. The light was a harsh, bright red, giving off an evil sensation that her skin crawl and Lindsay's hair stand on end. She snatched her older sisters's hand and squeezed it, as though the motion would end the sight she refused to believe was happening. Savannah quickly squeezed back, and turning to face said girl Lindsay could she her own fear was echoed onto her face. The distorted features, quivering lip, not out of sadness but anger so fierce it caused hot tears to flow from their eyes. The light that was only a seedling one minute grew to a gargantuan size. It shone so bright Lindsay had to snap her eyelids closed, but even then its ferocious heat burned her skin. She felt as though she would up and burn, but then...silence. The kind of silence you hear in a hospital room when life support is taken away from a coma patient, it leaves a hollow feeing, and an erie ring radiating throughout the ward. Creaking her eyes open, she saw the boy standing in the middle, eyes black, panting heavily. He laughed. A cold, harsh laugh. It was more of a cackle, the kind in the disney cartoons. The man with the red necklace over his robes stood eagerly, shouting with joy that his mission was accomplished. Speaking again in what she guessed as latin, he spoke for about a solid 4 minutes. He ended his speech with an over zealous flair, and asked in english the creature if he would agree. In split second, the red necklaced man was on the ground his neck twisted in an odd angle. Lindsay stopped the scream that wanted to rip its way through her throat, but, when the evil being snapped the neck of another man, and another, and another, she could do nothing more than sit still in shock. One man shouted "Demon! You were supposed to help us!" as his last words (before the apparent "Demon" decided to shake it up and crush his skull.) another begged and cried in what sounded, again, like latin, and another boy of roughly 15 begged his mother's forgiveness. Each man and child said something before their demised, but, no one no matter the age, got mercy. At last, it was Savannah, herself, and Matthew left. Her friend, (well, she once thought him a friend) began to chant something in latin, though the words were blocked out when Savannah wrapped her in a hug that smothered any sound. Her grip loosened eventually, just in time to see Matthew chant one more word, a clump of smoke to come from the boys mouth, but not before the demon let out one more act. It muttered something that left Matthew's body strewn across the field, dismembered, and then...it was gone.
Savannah hugged her sister tight, and watched as the casket bearers marched what was left of Matthew's body down to the plot of land where he was to be buried. Nothing but the sound of a weeping widow, who had lost a husband, and now her only child, was heard. Savannah kept her face blank, wanting to stay strong for her sister even though she knew Lindsay was capable of being strong herself. She turned to Lindsay and said "What we saw...that...that was real. You know that right?" She nodded. "And you know that means there are more of them?"Another nod. "You know...we...shouldn't let that happen right? Especially when we know whats-" "Yes Savannah, I know." Lindsay interrupted. "We were thinking the same thing." she said solemnly. As the casket was finally lowered into the soil the two girls knew their lives could never be the same.
12 years later
A shot rang out thru the empty warehouse, a girl with long blond hair stepped out of the shadows. The gun in her hand smoked as the spirit de-materialized, another girl a brunette stepped out of the shadows next too her sister. Savannah turned on her heel and scooped up her bag, her blond hair stuck to her forehead with sweat. Lindsay grabbed her bag also as the two of them walked out of the abandoned warehouse. Savannah said "I still can't believe that fucking spirit drove my car into the lake." Lindsay said "Well looks like we're walking to ."' Savannah watched a black pick up truck wind its way thru the back road. They waved as the truck driver stopped, a woman stuck her head out the window and said "Y''all ladies need a ride to somewhere?" Lindsay said "Yes ma'am, we're hoping to get a ride to . If it wouldn't be to much trouble would you mind taking us there?" The lady opened the door and said 'Hop on in isn't but about an hour from here." And with that the girls hopped in the truck unknowing that their next destination would lead them to the ride of their lives.
