Every Story Ends

by gingerchangeling

As he died in her arms, he made her promise to use what she was for good. So she did the only thing she could. Hunting. But what started as a search for twelve missing children turns into a game of cat and mouse and she isn't sure who she is. With the forces of heaven and hell trying to get her, she will take help wherever she can get it to survive. M-graphic violence/smut no slash

1. Prolouge

Prolouge

Rain fell in heavy drops as I cradled his broken body to my chest. My hands tried pointlessly to staunch the blood that flowed in torrents down his body, covering me. His breathing was raspy and weak. My tears mixed with rain on his face, and I poured all I had I had into his body, willing my energy and life force into him, but it wasn't enough. His hand lifted off of mine and searched weakly for my face, so I pulled it to touch my cheek. He looked at me as his thumb gently brushed my cheek, wiping a tear from under my eye, smearing his blood on my face. "Don't cry," he choked out. Blood spattered his lips. "Shh, don't talk," I whispered through my sobs. "It's ok. We'll be alright. You'll be fine." His lips twitched in a smile, "Don't lie please." I choked on another sob, but I nodded. He closed his eyes and for a moment, my heart fluttered in panic. Then his eyes fluttered open, "Be strong for me," I nodded. "Be happy." I nodded again. "Promise me," his voice faded. I clenched him more tightly, pouring what was left of my strength into him. His voice picked up again, "Promise me you will live. I can't ask you to not be angry, but try to let it go. Use what you are to help people. Prove them wrong. Be strong. Be good." His stare was so intense, I knew he wanted to hear me. He was holding onto the thread of life for my promise. I nodded, unable to speak past my sobs, but he gritted his teeth and gripped my face hard, "Promise me," he said fiercely. I swallowed hard and managed to whisper, "I promise." He nodded slightly and spoke again, voice dying as he did, "I love you little sister," he whispered for the first and last time. His last breath whispered past his lips, hand falling from my face and eyes glazing over, a smile ghosting his lips. "No, god no," I choked out, pleading to no one, rocking his limp form. "Michael, please…" I begged him. And I felt unconsciousness grasp at me, and my eyes slid shut as I slumped over his body. And amid the destruction of battle and the rage of the storm, my brother and I slept, but only one of us would wake to see the dawn.

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