Hello my fellow readers. I hope you enjoy my prompt challenge and all of the different stories I have to offer. They will vary in size but will all be one-shots. This is River enjoy and please feel free to review x
Rivers are meant to represent purification. They are meant to be Mother Nature's way of providing the opportunity to cleanse your body of your sins and to give you a chance to reflect on how others perceive you.
Yet this is not the case for our family.
Sweat was dripping down our faces as we bent down at the river's slim edge in complete synchronisation. Tentatively I dipped my paws under the lapping ripples. They eagerly licked away the thick crimson gore that clung to my claws. Pushing my snout under, a red wave began to escape from my jaws.
Glancing over at Sam and Dean I watched them as they solemnly washed the blood off of their calloused hands. They were calm as they always were. Seemingly devoid of emotion apart from a few glints in Sam's eyes. We had done this hundreds of times. But for me it always felt as if I were reincarnated. Each time, the sharp coolness of the water woke me up. It forced me to face my reflection. To see that I had ripped a life apart. It didn't matter that the life was often malevolent. The river was intelligent in this way. It made me hate myself and my actions.
As the trail of blood began to meander away, I bitterly wished that the river truly could cleanse my tainted soul. But this was the life of a hunter. This was the price we paid for vowing to save people. And no matter how I felt, I knew it would always end in blood. It would always end in me washing away another monster's blood, sometimes even my own.
I am a monster. But I am also a hunter. How can I ever differentiate between the two?