I do not own the rights to the Covenant movie.
Loyal readers, it's good to be back and writing again. This story will have more relationships, more violence, and more supernatural happenings. So sit back and enjoy the ride.
2 weeks ago
Firefighters were picking through the ashes of what was once Putnam barn. Caleb watched, a distant expression on his face. He was leaning against his Mustang, whose windshield was still broken from when Chase blew it out the night before. Sarah sat in the passenger seat, staring out at what could have very well been her death.
Both jumped a little at the approach of a fireman. "We searched the entire area," he told them, "we didn't find anybody." He walked off to help with the clean up.
Sarah looked at Caleb, confused. "How…how can that be?" She asked softly.
Caleb drew a hand over his face, as if trying to wipe away his exhaustion. He pushed off the car, walked around to the driver's side, and got in.
Sarah looked at him and asked, fear tainting her voice, "Where is he?"
Caleb turned to Sarah, his face serious. "I don't know," he answered gravely.
Looking around to make sure no one was watching, Caleb held his hand in front of the windshield and let his eyes flash with a ring of fire. Sarah watched in amazement as the windshield repaired itself. After it was fixed, Caleb started the Mustang which roared it's superiority before settling into a gentle purr. Almost unconsciously, Caleb put his hand on Sarah's thigh to reassure her. She picked up hand and held it between both of hers to let him know she's okay. They sat like that for a moment, looking at each other, before Caleb shifted into gear, and drove off with Sarah by his side.
Had either of them been looking back, they would have seen the figure standing in the middle of the smoldering ashes. The figure took a non-descript gray cell phone out of his pocket. His voice was completely unremarkable as he dialed a number and spoke to two very specific people on the other end. "Cassie, John," he stated, "We've got demons."