Ok welcome to the real chapter number one of Winchester. Sorry about the delay but as you might have noticed, and if you're reading this months after its posted probably no but, I've posted this chapter along with all of my other stories at once to try and find out how many people would read them all at once. That's kinda my only reason for not updating sooner sorry. Though I know you guys didn't like my last chapter the prologue, and hey I don't blame you it was a horrible death scene and I'm sorry to say that will happen sometime in the future but know this; it is not the end of the story. And that's all the spoilers you're going to get sorry.
I hope you enjoy this chapter and all the other stories I updated today.
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WINCHESTER
CHAPTER 1- All things yet to be said
13 ½ years ago. Night. Middleton, Colorado
"Come on son, time for bed." John hollered to his son as he chased him up the stairs and to his bed room.
Reaching the top of the stairs the little boy stuck his tongue out. "No, I don't wanna!" Then he ran down the hallway, his laughter echoing behind.
Leaning on the guardrail, John shook his head. "Should've listened to James. I'm too out of shape for this."
"You can't get me, you can't get me! Na na na na nahhh-"
"No, but I can." said Mary Stoppable, snatching her son up. With a kiss on the cheek, she said, "Now, come on. It's time for bed."
"But mom, I don't wanna."
"Too bad, it's late. Time for bed." Mary told to her son as she carried him to his room. Turning to John, she gave him a sheepish grin. "Uh, you mind opening the door? My hands are a bit full right now."
"Sure, no problem." Opening the door with a graceful flourish that caused her to roll her eyes good-naturedly, he watched as she put their little Ronald into bed, tucking him in tight so he wouldn't get out.
Giving their son a kiss on the nose, Mary said, "Good night, little guy. Don't let the bedbugs bite."
Unable to as much as wriggle, Ron pouted. "Can't I at least get a bed time story?"
Before his mother could respond, John said. "Maybe if I hadn't had to chase you."
"Aww..."
Smiling and shaking her head as if to say 'What are we going to do with him?' Mary stepped out, leaving the two to themselves.
He looked so adorable, John couldn't resist teasing him. After a quick game of 'got your nose', the boy was giggling up a storm. This was the best part of being a father, his son grinning up at him in adoration.
Unfortunately, his wife didn't seem to agree.
"Come on, John, he needs to sleep."
She did have a point. "Sorry, Shortman. I've got to go."
"Awww..."
"Sweet dreams, Ron." said John, flicking off the light as he shut the door behind him.
His son squirmed for a while, trying to shimmy out of his sheets. Soon enough though, he gave up, steady breathing filled the air.
Ron was fast asleep.
XXX
Hours later
Mary was woken up by Ron's whimpering coming through from the baby monitor. It was probably just a nightmare, but just in case... John wasn't there, so she went to check on their son.
When she got there, the door was open, and it seemed that John was already there, standing over their son, although his features were obscured by the darkness. For some reason, he hadn't turned on the light.
"John, is he okay?" she asked softly, not wanting to wake Ron.
He put his finger to his mouth. "Shhhhh."
"Alright." Mary shrugged. John could handle it. A bit thirsty now that she had woken up, she went to get some water from the kitchen. She was halfway there when she realized the TV was on, playing some old World War Two documentary.
Going to turn it off, she smiled at the sight of John snoring on the couch...
Her eyes went wide.
Sprinting back up the stairs, she threw open the door to Ron's room, and-
John was woken up by the sound of screaming.
"Mary!" Dashing upstairs, he went straight for their son's room, calling for his wife's help. "Mary!"
However, he was the only one in there other than his sleeping child...who was perfectly fine.
He let out a relieved breath, stroking the young son's cheek. Maybe he had misheard...then noticed a dark patch on the pillow beside his face. Peering closer, to get a better look, something dripped down onto his hand.
Blood.
Even then, he knew. Dread filling him, he looked up to see where the blood had come from.
"No, MARY!" screamed John, stumbling to the floor.
There, pinned to the ceiling, was his wife, her stomach torn open. She stared sightlessly at him.
Then there was an ungodly shriek as hellish flames engulfed her, consuming and devouring.
All the while, John could only watch in stupefied horror. His wife...she was already gone, and he couldn't do anything.
Ron woke up, and immediately started screaming at the sight.
This broke John from his broken state. His son needed him. "Ron, run outside as fast as you can. I'm going to try to save your mother?"
Ron seemed almost in a stupor.
He didn't have time to help. "Now Ron! Go!"
Finally, Ron seemed to get the message, running as fast as his little legs could carry him.
John turned back to the burning room. It was probably hopeless, but he had to at least try.
XXX
Later, before dawn.
The fire department had arrived, their hoses trying to put out the flames, while a crowd of neighbors watched from behind lines of yellow police tape. Among these onlookers were James, Ann and Kim Possible. Only last night, they had been making plans to have dinner with the Stoppables. Now, all that was left of their home was an inferno.
"What could have caused this?" whispered Ann. Little Kim stood beside her, clutching her mother's clothes.
James shook his head. "I just hope they're alright."
"Me too. At least the boys didn't wake up. I wouldn't want them to see this."
"Is Ron okay?" piped up little Kim.
"I hope so." said James. He didn't even want to consider the possibility that something had happened to them.
Then the crowd shifted, and for the first time, they were able to see John sitting on the hood of the family car, an old Impala. He held Ron tightly against him, as if he were afraid that he would disappear if he let go.
The Possibles rushed over.
James was the first to speak. "John, is everyone okay? What happened?"
John gripped Ron tighter, but didn't say a word, while his son just stared at the ground.
Now James knew that something had gone wrong.
"John?" Ann's voice was quiet. "Where is Mary? Is she alright?"
Ron started to cry, tears trickling down his face, while John raised his head toward his burning home.
It soon became clear what he meant.
"Oh no...Oh god no." whispered James.
Ann must have realized as well, as she went completely still. "Mary…"
James took a moment to compose himself. Mary Stoppable had been a good woman, and he would miss her dearly...but John was the one who must be hurting most of all. Placing a hand on his friend's shoulder, James said, "John, if you need-"
"I just want to be alone with my son right now." said John, speaking for the first time, his voice raw, like it hadn't been used for years.
"Alright, but if you ever need anything, just ask." said Ann, tears in her eyes. "We will always try to help."
John didn't reply, and somehow, James knew that when Mary had died, she had taken part of him with her. "Take care, John."
They started to return home, but before could walk away, Kim asked, "Mommy, wait. What's wrong? Why is Ronnie crying? Where's his mommy? Why is their house on fire?"
Neither adult had an answer right then, so Ann said, "Kim. Please, you need to be quiet now."
Kim gave them an odd look, but complied, as they carried her home.
The first thing they did was walk up to the nursery of their unborn twin boys, where they slept the rest of the night, just to know that their children were safe.
But back outside, John just kept watching the flames, bearing an expression that could only be described as menacing.
XXX
Present time, several thousand feet over the Colorado National bank, Upperton Colorado.
"What's the sitch, Wade?" A now 17 year old Kim Possible asked through her Kimmunicator.
"Drakken and Shego are robbing Upperton National Bank and the weapons museum next to it. Their henchmen are using their energy staffs to keep the police busy along with Shego's plasma blasts." said Wade, her favorite tech support guru.
"Why would Drakken rob something in Upperton, a place so close to my home town? They do know how bad an idea that is, right?"
"They are getting bolder… maybe it has to do with how Drakken won last month using the Mega-Weather Generator."
Kim rolled her eyes. "That doesn't count. Drakken still messed up when he built the thing. It blew up the second he started it."
"Well there was that time Drakken harnessed the Go family's powers." said Wade, evidently trying to make a point.
A point Kim did not want to hear, not right now.
"Yeah, but that Aviarius freak tried to steal the jewel thing and it broke to pieces, so he got foiled anyway."
Wade gave her a look. "What about that robotic genius that he kidnapped to build him an army of robots and captured you after you got beat up by Shego?"
"I-I still won!"
"Yeah, but only because Global Justice broke in at the last minute and saved the day."
Kim growled. Even months later, that was still a sore spot. "Okay, fine! I don't have a damn perfect record but I've still beat them before and I'll do that again now!"
"Okay, okay… That and the fact that Bonnie beat you in being cheer captain." he said, a little smirk on his face.
Now he was just being a smartass.
"Oh, you did not just go there." said Kim, jabbing a finger at him through the Kimmunicator. "Listen here, I was better and-"
"Oh, look at the time. You're over the site. See you later kim, and good luck." said Wade quickly, before his picture winked off.
"I don't need luck!" yelled Kim at her now blank Kimmunicator.
The pilot coughed. "Miss possible we are over the drop site. You can jump out anytime."
Realizing that he must have heard everything, Kim went beat-red. "Sorry about that… thanks for the ride."
"Hey, it's the least I could do for you Miss Possible after you saved some of the planes in our hangers from that Airplane collector freak."
Kim smiled. "Hey, it was no big."
"Sure, you didn't save all of them, but you still deserve the ride."
Apparently, he had the same opinion as wade.
"Like I said, no big." said Kim, her voice cool. She grabbed her helmet and jumped out of the plane.
On the ground, Shego was bombarding the police with green plasma blasts when she saw Kim falling towards them, jetpack engaged. Turning on her comlink, she said, "Hey Doc, Kimmie's here."
"Kim possible!" Drakken all but yelled. Then he paused. "Wait, should we be worried?"
"Nah, I can handle princess."
"Well you better, Shego. I need what we are stealing here to complete my plan and then, global domin-"
Shego cut him off before he could go into detail about Drakanada...again. "Yeah. I get it. Blah blah blah, I'll call you back after kimmie's a scorch mark." Before he could respond, she shut off the comlink.
"I'm sorry, who's gonna be a scorch mark?" Her jetpack cutting off gracefully as she landed on a toppled over car, Kim got into a ready stance.
Shego's hands erupted in green flame. "Who do you think, princess?"
Shego tried to blast Kim, but she dodged with ease, quipping, "Well with that outfit, I'm surprised no-one's made a scorch mark of you!"
Shego growled, aiming dead center at little Kimmie this time.
Kim leaped over the blast, giving Shego just enough time to see the fire hydrant that had been behind her before she was blasted back by a torrent of water.
"And who's ready to lose, you think?" Kim's grin was quite smug now-clearly Wade had been underestimating her.
Spitting water, a soaking-wet Shego ignited her fists in green plasma. "And that's why we have round two, Kimmie!"
While they began their fight in earnest, Drakken and what henchmen he could spare from handling the police had just finished up clearing out the bank and were starting on the old weapons museum.
"Hurry, you fools! Shego can't hold off Possible and the police forever." said Drakken, ordering his henchmen.
"Um boss, what are we looking for?" asked one of them.
Drakken waved a hand in impatient dismissal. "I'd tell you, but I'd doubt you'd understand. All you need to know is that it's here in the 'science fiction turned reality' section."
After walking past several impressive, even downright futuristic weapons, Drakken found his prize. "Ah ha! Here it is. With this I will conquer the world!" Drakken held up a gun that might have belonged on a cheesy 1960's sci-fi show.
"Uh...okay, boss." The henchmen shrugged. It looked like a toy to them.
Turning to his men, Drakken said, "Come now, chop chop! I've got what I came for, so let's get shego and head back the lair. Then I can commence with phase two of my evil plan!"
Back outside, Kim and Shego were still going at it, and while Kim wasn't losing, she couldn't say she was winning either.
While blocking a chop to the face, Shego said, "Face it, Kimmie, you're slipping in the hero bizz."
"Oh, I'm doing just fine, more than fine actually." said Kim, trying to deck the green villainess with one powerful punch.
Shego blocked without difficulty. "Oh, you mean like losing half the time."
"I-I do not lose half the time!"
That distracted Kim long enough for Shego to kick her right in the stomach, sending her skidding away.
Kim could only clutch her side in pain.
Shego sneered down at her fallen adversary, but before she was able to do anything else, Drakken arrived, his hover car filled to the brim with ill-gotten gains.
Drakken lowered the rope ladder. "Come, Shego! I've got what I came for. You can finish off Kim Possible after I've completed my brilliant plan, as an added bonus."
Shego grabbed the ladder, "Coming, Dr. D." Blowing a mocking kiss, she said, "Looks like you lose this round too. Later princess!"
The rope ladder retracting to bring Shego inside, Drakken immediately took off in the hover car.
"No! Not this time!" shouted Kim. Pulling out her hair dryer grapple gun, she fired it at out her Drakken's hover car. They were not going to escape this time.
But before the grapple could even attach to the hover car, it was shot to ashes by Shego's plasma blast.
Her last-ditch effort failed, Drakken let out his diabolical villain's laugh. "Kim Possible! You think you all that, but we proved you're not!"
And before anything else could be done, he had vanished out of sight.
Kim let out a frustrated moan as she threw her now-useless grapple gun at the ground as hard as she could.
There she was, alone in the wrecked street. She'd failed again. Taking a deep breath, she tried to calm down, focusing again.
It didn't work very well.
Giving it up as a bad job, she called Wade on her Kimmunicator.
"Hey Kim, how'd it go?" said Wade, soda in hand.
"They got away." said Kim annoyed.
Wade sighed. "What did they get away with this time?"
She narrowed her eyes at Wade's nonchalant reaction. Sure, they'd failed a few times, but he didn't have to treat it as a matter of routine. "They got away with everything."
"Everything?"
Kim snapped. "Yes, everything! Everything they came here for, anyway! Now would you please just sent someone to pick me up?"
"Alright fine. Another chopper should be there soon, Geez."
"Please and thank you," said Kim sarcastically as she turned off the small device.
She let out another sigh. These defeats were really starting to get to her.
XXX
It was a typical evening at the Possible family home.
After a long day's work, James Possible was reading the newspaper, while Jim and Tim made some kind of device at the dinner table, much to his pride.
It was a laser of some sort, and with any luck, the boys would either come up with a scientific breakthrough or destroy the dinner table. Anything was possible for a Possible, after all.
Ann wasn't quite so blasé though. "Boys, no building lasers at the dinner table."
"But mom, we're almost done..." started Tim, screwdriver in hand.
"...it will only take a second to finish." Added Jim, halfway through closing some compartment.
At the look on Anne's face, James knew it was 'back-up parent time'. Clearing his throat, he said, "No buts, boys. After dinner."
The twins groan and put their possible WMD away… for now.
While bringing in a freshly made pan of 'brain loaf' Anne realized something. "Hey, has Kim come home yet? Dinner is ready."
"Oh, I'm sure that Kimmie-cub will be here soon," said James, behind the newspaper once more.
That very instant, the front door opened and Kim came inside. She was beaten up, dirty, and her mission clothes and backpack looked distinctly worse for the wear, but she took her seat at the table as if nothing were out of the ordinary.
James and Ann exchanged a look.
Putting down the paper, James said, "Ah, Kimmie-cub, did school go okay? You seem a little down."
Kim sighed. "School went fine, actually. It's the mission after that didn't go so well."
"What happened, Kim?" asked Mrs. Possible, while cutting into the brain loaf.
"Drakken got away with robbing the Upperton bank and weapons museum." said Kim, venom in her voice.
James frowned. It was worse than he'd thought. "Drew stole something from the weapons museum? What was it?"
While her mother put a slice of brain loaf on her plate, Kim said, "I don't know, Wade is still looking into it. On top of that, I have to finish the homework Mr. Barken gave me. Ugh!"
"Well, maybe you should tone it down a bit on the crime fighting. Let Global Justice handle Drew a bit." Mrs. Possible suggested, before taking a bite of her own brain loaf.
Kim sighed. She'd had this conversation with her parents on more than a few occasions. "Drakken's no threat, and I don't need Global Justice's help. I can handle him, any other super villain and high school. I can do anything."
"Didn't Global Justice bail you out a few times?" said Tim, dumping half the ketchup bottle on his loaf.
Taking the bottle from his brother, Jim finished off the bottle. "If you can do anything, why do the bad guys beat you most of the time?"
"T-they don't beat me most of the time." Kim stammered. Sure, there were a few bad times, but...
"Oh right, just almost all the time." said both boys at the same time, before high-fiving each other.
Mr. Possible frowned. "Boys, leave your sister alone. She's had a rough day."
Kim glared down at her food. Sure, Jim and Tim were teasing, but she did not need a reminder of that right now.
"How did Drew get away, anyway?" asked Ann.
Kim sighed again. "It was Shego. While we were fighting, Drakken and some of his henchmen looted the bank and museum, and the rest of the henchmen kept the cops busy." Kim sighed.
"It happens every time; Drakken or some other villain steals some Doomsday weapon while I'm busy handling their sidekicks or henchmen. Then I have to either call in GJ or hope that something causes the villain to just screw up. Ugh!" Kim buried her head in her hands. "I guess...I'm just going to have to try harder."
The Possible parents looked at each other, then back to their daughter.
Clearing his throat, Mr. Possible said. "It sounds to me like your main problem isn't that you have to try harder. It's that you need more man-power Kimmie-cub."
Kim just gave her father a confused look.
Understanding what her husband was saying, Mrs. Possible said, "I think what your father means, dear, is that the villains always have someone to distract you when they carry out their scheme. Maybe you should turn the tables on them and get some backup of your own."
"Uh mom, that sounds nice but who would be my backup slash 'sidekick'" Kim smirked. "Or rather who could be?"
"Maybe your friend Monique or maybe someone from the cheer squad could help you." said Anne.
"Mom, what I meant is that I'm the only one I know from school who knows kung Fu, sky diving, scuba diving, or any skill really that deals with missions. They couldn't keep up."
Swallowing another bite of brain loaf, Mr. Possible said. "Well, maybe someone from Global Justice could be your backup, Kimmie-cub. Wasn't there that one agent you told us about, Wall Do or something?"
Kim cringed at the thought. "Dad, the guys at GJ are only good in large numbers. Alone, the only thing they are really qualified for is mall security. Will Du was an arrogant twit, and if he was the best they had, I'd hate to see their worst."
In James' opinion, Kim really wasn't in a position to be calling anyone else arrogant, but he let it pass for the moment.
Jim broke the silence. "Maybe you should have Wade put an ad on craigslist-"
"-For a sidekick who knows skydiving, scuba-diving, Kung Fu, and doesn't screw up." Tim finished. Then he stuck his tongue out. "Unlike someone else we know."
"Tweebs!"
Before Kim could say more, James said, "That's actually not a bad thought. Good idea, boys." He paused. "No teasing your sister though."
Mrs. Possible nodded. "You should have Wade do that Kim. It couldn't hurt."
Kim shook her head violently. "I can't do that! If I did every Villain and baddy out there would think that I can't hack it myself. I get enough of that already."
"Kimmie-cub, if they already think so what's the point in not asking for help?" asked James.
Anne nodded in agreement
"Look, I don't need any help. Weren't you the one who always said 'Anything is possible for a Possible'?" said Kim, narrowing her eyes at her father.
James said nothing, but the look on his face...he looked about ten years older.
"Kim, what's more important, stopping these villains or your pride?" said Anne.
Kim didn't answer, but the stony look on her face told Mrs. Possible all she needed to know.
Anne shook her head. "Whatever you say, dear. Now eat up."
Kim let out a weary sigh, pushing her plate away. "After today, I'm not all that hungry. I'm going to go to bed, I think."
"Okay, Kim." said Anne.
After Kim left, Anne shook her head. "That didn't go well."
Jamss grimaced. That was an understatement."What do you think will happen to her?"
Anne pursed her lips. "I don't know, but she needs someone to help her and not just on missions, to give her perspective."
"I give her perspective."
"Oh yes, 'Anything's possible for a Possible'. Anne shook her head. "It's good for self-esteem, but it's gone right to her head."
James sighed. "Maybe you're right, she does need someone, but who?"
"I don't know." Anne said, dejectedly eating her brain loaf.
James patted her shoulder. "It's times like this I wish John were here. He was always good at stuff like this."
"I miss them too, but he's gone now." said Anne, taking his hand in her own.
"Yeah, I know."
"Who was John?" asked Tim.
"He was a good friend of ours who 'moved away' when you two were babies and we lost touch." said Mr. Possible.
"How could he have helped?" asked Jim.
"Oh, he could always talk to people, help you think clearly… Yeah, he was very good at that." Mr. Possible looked down at his food. "Unfortunately…"
Mrs. Possible cleared her throat. "You boys done with your dinner?"
"Yep." said Tim, showing his clean plate
"Can we go and finish our laser?" asked Jim.
"Yes but only from where we can see you." said Mr. Possible.
As the twins left to go finish their latest WMD, Anne started rubbing her husband's back. "I miss him too. Same with Mary.
"I know, but it's not just that, I've made peace with John along time ago… but what I'm really concerned about is what happened to his son Ronald." said James, looking up from his empty plate.
"I know what you mean; I can only imagine how he would have turned out." said Anne with a smile on her face.
"How do you think Kim would have turned out if that fire never happened and Ron was still here?"
"He was a little bit goofy, from what I remember," said Anne, thinking back to those bygone days. "I can just see it here; Ron would be a bit of a clumsy kid that would always have something to say."
"Yeah he would be nice kid, but a bit of a slacker who got picked on by bullies-"
"And Kim would always be there to save him-"
"And Ron would keep her from going overboard. Heck, if Ron were here Kimmy's problems with missions might disappear."
Anne started to giggle. "If Ron was here they might even be dating right now."
James laughed, but then thought about it for a second. "Hey, let's not go too far."
This only made Anne laugh more. "Calm down, sweetie."
Just then, the doorbell rang.
James frowned. It was rather late for visitors. "Let me get the door."
When he opened it, there was a man standing there, dry blood around his mouth and staining his shirt.
James took a step back, but then realized what it must be. "It's a bit late for Halloween."
"Uh… yeah, Halloween." said the man. He let out a laugh that seemed rather forced.
"So, what can I do for you?" asked James, keeping his hand on the door handle, just in case.
"Does Dr. Anne Possible live here?"
James relaxed. One of Anne's patients, probably. "Why yes. She's my wife. Probably in the kitchen finishing up dinner."
The man bared his teeth in something resembling a smile. "Thank you."
Then he punched James in the face, sending him flying.
After a couple seconds, James managed to stagger to his feet. "What the hell are you doing?"
The man stalked into the Possible home. "I just really need to talk to your wife."
Ann was shaking. This was like something out of a horror movie. "Boys, go out the back. Call the police-"
But before they could move, the back door was kicked in by two more men, each with the same dry bloodstains as the first one.
James backed toward his family. "What do you people want?"
The first man offered an amiable smile, as if he hadn't just decked James and broken into their house. "We need her help."
James stared at him. "You're insane."
Then the other two men grabbed the twins.
"Don't hurt them!" shouted Anne.
"If any of them try something, kill'em." said the first man, evidently their leader.
"No, please. Don't hurt them!" said James, desperation infusing his voice.
The leader grabbed him by the throat, his smile going positively shark-like. "And so you know I'm serious, in going to kill your husband right here."
Then Kim kicked him off her dad, sending him crashing into and through the dinner table.
Before the other two invaders could react, she'd kicked one and punched the other, sending them stumbling back, freeing her brothers.
Dropping into one of her combat stances, she smirked. "That's not going to happen...now who are you?"
The leader leapt to his feet and punched her with an inhuman strength, sending her rocketing into and cratering in a wall.
Kim tried to stumble to her feet, but not only was she still weak from earlier that day, but it felt like a truck had slammed into her chest. She could only stare blearily as the leader grabbed a kitchen knife and made his way toward her, a thin trail of drool coming from his lips.
Then a laser slammed into his stomach, blasting him into the kitchen and leaving a smoldering crater in his chest."
Everyone turned to the twins, one of whom held the laser they'd been working on.
"What? We told you we were almost done." said Tim.
"Is-is he dead?" asked Kim as she stared at the smoldering body.
Jim rolled his eyes. "Look at him. There's a smoking hole in his chest. If he isn't he should be soon."
"Back off or the same thing will happen to you…" said Tim, pointing the weapon at the other two.
Then the leader opened his eyes, getting to his feet as if nothing happened. A malevolent grin splitting his face, he strode toward them, the other two goons at his side.
"Stay back or I'll shoot you again," Tim's voice quavered though. This shouldn't be possible.
He pulled the trigger, but that only caused it to emit smoke.
Jim swallowed, backing away. "I-I guess we haven't worked out all the kinks yet."
The leader knocked the laser out of Tim's hands, then hoisted the boy into the air with one hand.
As Tim kicked and thrashed, the man brought the knife to the child's stomach. "How about we put a hole in you and see how you like it.
"Leave them alone!" Kim leaped at him, determined to protect her brother, but was caught by the two goons, who grabbed her with impossible strength. She was helpless to do anything.
But just at that moment James impaled the leader in the chest with a fire iron.
The leader fell to his knees and stared at the bloody hole in his chest. Glaring at them, he let the knife fell to the floor with a clatter, grabbed the tire iron in both hands, and pulled it out of him in a trail of blood and other fluids.
"H-how is this possible?" whispered Anne. "Who...no, what are you?"
"We are thirsty!" The leader opened his mouth, a second sharper set of teeth overlaying the first, while his comrades did the same.
The leader was almost to the Possible family when a man jumped through the kitchen window above the sink, glass shattering everywhere.
On landing, he punched one of the creatures holding Kim in the face, before shoving it back onto the ground.
The other one roared, leaping at the man, but he pulled out a machete and decapitated him then and there.
Then he turned to the leader, bloody machete in hand. "Booyah."
...X…
Well that's it for chapter one of Winchester, and if you haven't figured out what show its parading than its hopeless and just quit and don't blame me I left more than enough clues. Now about the story itself you can probably guess where I'm going with story and I really hope you like it, I know I did writing it.
Also I know it's been a wee bit since I updated before but that is because I've been working on all my other stories as well so I could update them all at once. So sorry for the wait.
