It has been quite awhile since I have done anything even REMOTELY related to writing fics, huh? Well, I started this lovely piece just not too long ago.
And the first thing I will say that it is, as far as I know, is may not be a romance, but who knows, it probably will.
Anyhoo...this idea has been eating away at me for awhile.
Enjoy xx
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April 27th, 2017
New Brunswick, Canada
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It was just beginning to get light out when Alexander and Gracie Knight had gotten out of their tents and packed everything back up and shoving it into their van, feeling incredibly agitated and disappointed at their discovery, or lack there of, as well as lost fuel and time.
They had travelled all the way from Mexico to Central New Brunswick, Canada to investigate the legends of something known as the Dungarvon Whooper - the locals, many of them in fact, have mentioned that they have heard the wails and screams that made the hairs on your arms to stand on end, and shivers to run up your spine. They say the spirit is of a young man - a cook - named Ryan who had gone out to help at a lumber camp. He was handsome, polite, and in possession of a belt that held coins and large dollar bills. One night, after all men had returned into camp they had found the man dead with his money belt missing.
They had asked the manager, but was given that the cook had fallen ill, no one questioned him further, didn't think anything of it.
A storm had rolled in, the winds were howling angrily outside while thunder clapped down upon them, but even through all of that noise the men heard it...the screams, wails, cries...something so terrifying that it ended with all of the men abandoning the camp the very next morning.
"Of course another legend had to be debunked and proven false. Goddamn." Alexander mumbled, cursing as he threw his floppy hat and water bottle onto the dashboard, jumping back into the driver's seat, slamming the door right after, causing his younger Gracie who was hunched over their map, to jump. She shot him a glare as he started the vehicle and put it in gear. He sighed, "Y'know, I wouldn't be so upset about driving such a distance if it was actually real."
Gracie sighed, "Don't worry about it so much, Alex."
She didn't bother to look up from placing yet another red dot onto the world map. "We both signed up for this, you know."
"Yeah, yeah."
"Some people are extremely talented story-tellers that make even the most craziest of tales seem real." She looked up then, giving him a small brilliant smile, "Besides, bro, we had found some that were..." She shuddered, remembering their time in Ireland when they had been investigating the famous legends of the Banshee. "Real..."
She remembered hearing the disturbing wails and cries of the womanly ghost that brought death to all who have heard of the tails, only coming to the horrific realization that their cousin -as healthy as a horse - he was, was found dead in his bed.
It wasn't rocket science to realize that they were not going to remain in such a place, telling their boss that it was, indeed, real.
She heard Alex sigh, "No...I know...it's just...having more of them be actually real would be awesome, wouldn't it Gray?"
"Ah, I hear that." Gracie chuckled, taking one last look over their map, sighing softly as her eyes scanned over the multiple red dots that scattered the paper, seeing only a small amount of blue mixed in before folding it back up, and shoving it into the glove compartment. Gracie sat back in her seat, crossed her arms over her chest, and set her feet up onto the dash.
A few silent moments had gone by before a sudden chuckle emanated from her mouth, which in turn, caused her brother to jump, his eyes wide and alarmed. "What on Gods green earth are you laughing about?"
"I just thought of it..." She paused for a moment, "We're almost like the Winchesters...Only difference is...we don't go hunting..."
"And our dad hasn't gone on a trip and wouldn't be back for a few days."
"Not to mention that their findings are always real and much more exciting than some of ours."
"Patience is virtue, dear brother of mine."
She was met with a lame punch to the arm before they fell into a comfortable silence when Avenged Sevenfold's Hail to the King began playing on the speakers. Even with her hat covering most of her face now, Alex was able to see the grin that had grazed her lips, hearing a soft chortle of breath. Soon, her breath evened out and deepened for a good half hour before Gracie was jolted awake by the god-forsaken vibrating and ringing of her cell phone.
Alex smirked as she curled her lip at the thing, cursing whoever was calling her with a passion that he - briefly - thought whoever was on the other end was going to burn.
"What is it?"
"Grumpy, are we?"
"You just woke me up from a nap, Nate."
"I pity you." Came Nate's dry response, "I've a new lead for you if you and your brother are interested."
"Oh, do tell."
"You've heard of the book called IT by Stephen King, right?" A pause that caused Gracie to frown in confusion. "Well, sources say that there is more than just fiction in regards to that book in Derry."
"Seriously?"
"Dead." Gracie could practically see the grin spread out on her boss' face as she glanced to her brother, her frown deepening, feeling slightly startled that one of the most well-known - albeit incredibly creepy - horror novel of all time was based on a true story.
"Well, hopefully we can see whether or not this myth is true or not."
"I've a feeling it'll be true." All humour left Nate's voice, causing Gracie to sit up and almost drop her feet to the ground, simultaneously, and listening intently to whatever the hell Nate was about to spill next, and surprisingly she wasn't disappointed. "That place has an incredibly disturbing high level of both missing persons and gruesome deaths. I have been there once and you can feel the evil there."
"Um...we'll...we'll see on what we can do."
After a split seconds hesitation and a quick 'Stay safe' from Nate, Gracie hung up, and slowly brought that hand to her lap, took in a sharp inhale, and looked to her brother, her mouth feeling awfully dry. "You're not going to believe this."
"What?"
"We're going after a killer clown in Derry."
"Where IT is supposed to take place?" Alexander snorted, shaking his head as he put his signal light on, going left onto the highway towards Maine. "Gray, you do know that it's a story."
"Alex...a lot of people have gone missing or have been found dead in...disgusting ways."
She watched as he froze for a moment, Gracie could practically see the gears in her brother's head turning as he thought about this, a bad feeling settling into the pit of her stomach and she was pretty sure that it was the same for him.
"What do you want to do?"
"If...if it true and King wrote a novel based on true events then...we...we've gotta do something."
"You have read that novel, have you not?"
"Well, bits and pieces."
"I don't like this."
"Neither do I." Gracie whispered, looking out the window, repeated her last few words in a whisper, "Neither do I."