So, we're trying something new. Both me and my friend Adriana are co-writing this story you could say. The first few chapters will be laying down the plot and the general direction the story headed. But, the rest of the story will be about 50% roleplaying. I have my character and Adriana has hers, we'll roleplay conversations and situations then I'll write them down in story form. It's a unique idea and it should be fun. Hope you guys enjoy! SHAMELESS SELF-ADVERTISING: If you enjoy this story please check out my main account Castiel444. Thank you and please review.

THEN

Granbury, Texas

2011

The girl was expecting to wake up any moment now. "It's just a bad dream" she kept telling herself. But the screams... the screams were so real. She could hear the agony in their wails. She hid in the closet, rocking back and forth, silently crying. "This isn't real... This can't be happening. You'll wake up soon." She repeated in her mind over and over. She never woke up however, because she wasn't asleep in the first place. There were black-eyed people in her house. Her parents were being ripped apart. That was their blood splattered on the floor. It was all real. To save itself from further trauma, her brain deleted that memory. She couldn't remember exactly what happened that day, but one thing she could see clearly. A face, long brown hair and a scar cutting a line into the scraggly beard. The blood splattered across it, and the sick smile it wore as he rammed her parents heads into the floor... over and over and over.

NOW

GALLUP, NEW MEXICO

2014

She'd been tracking him down for three years, and finally she found him. Hiding in a tree she scoped out the factory the bearded man walked into about an hour earlier. It seemed abandoned, there was no movement and it was very quiet. "This is my chance." she said to herself, climbing down to the ground. Looking in all directions she ran across the dirt road to the barb-wired fence. She took off her jacket, it was her father's and two sizes too big for her, and then took off her hoodie and threw it onto the fence, which she then climbed. The wire cut her hands but not badly, the hoodie stayed on the fence, ripped and immovable. Crouched down and moving as quietly as possible, she made her way to the steel door the bearded man had gone through and peeked inside, it was dark and she could barely see anything. However, the girl was clever, knowing no to talk the chance and waltz right in. There was something odd about it, she couldn't tell what but she knew she didn't like it. There was an overwhelming sense of dread washing over her as she made her way to a forklift around the corner, there was a box right underneath which she used to climb onto the forks, and then onto some scaffolding directly above.

"That was a lucky find" she thought to herself, perhaps a bit too lucky. She walked across the scaffolding and pulled herself onto the roof, the gravel crunching underfoot. Shit that was loud. She thought and slowly made her way to the door for the maintenance staircase. She put her ear to the door and could hear voices. "That bitch has been following me for years." It said "She's clever though, she'll see the open door downstairs and be suspicious, try to find another way in. She'll see the forklift and the scaffolding and make her way to the door here, I'm sure of it. Once that door opens, we let everything loose, got it?

It was a trap, she realized. Scared and angry she slowly made her way off the roof and down to the floor once again. She was about to climb the fence again but the faint revving of an engine caused her to hid behind some crates. Peeking over, she saw two men. Both tall, one wearing a green jacket and the other a light brown. They both seemed fairly tall, the shorter of the two pulled something out of the back of his pants, some kind of knife. The taller one was holding a shotgun. Those won't do you any good She thought, they'll both be ripped apart. As they picked a lock she snuck over the fence and made her way to the car the two men had arrived in. It was a black '67 Chevy Impala with four doors. When the two walked inside she checked the doors, they were unlocked. She climbed onto the leather seat, keeping her head down and hot-wired the car. They won't be needing this. They'll be dead in an hour. She thought.

A small part of her wanted to help, warn the two what they were dealing with. But that would put herself in danger as well. She wanted revenge, and to get that she'd need to be alive and well. She thought of where the demon would go next as she put the car in gear and pulled away.