HighWay To Hell; A Supernatural Fan Series
Season One; Episode One;
Within the Shadows
Disclaimer: I do not own anything to do with 'Supernatural' the T.V series, but I will own up to owning a few supernatural items such as tarot cards, dowsing pendulums, pentagrams, a BOS and a few voodoo dolls… so beware! DO NOT ANGER THE ALMIGHTY AUTHORESS!!! Mwahahaha :P
Summary: HTH; S1; Ep1; Sam and Dean follow a lead on an 'Unknown, Unrecorded Shadow-Demon' to Madawaska, Maine where they find things that do more than 'go-bump-in-the-night…'
Warnings/Spoilers/AN: This is the first of a (hopefully) long Series called The 'HighWay To Hell' Series that I am co-authoring with my friend (jack o'neill junior) who got me addicted to the show a few weeks back. For a list of episodes in this Fan-Series go to my Profile page, it'll all be listed there and how far we've gotten up to…
Well that said; read ahead!
Prologue…
'Broker's Forest'
Madawaska, Maine; Baker-Brook Village
March 12th 2007; 7:47pm
His heart was pounding. He could feel it beating heavily against his chest as though trying to beat its way out of his chest. His muscles were burning with the continual strain he was forcing on them, pushing his body to its limit. His breathing came in quick short bursts as his lungs tried to compensate for his body's urgent demands for oxygen.
But he daren't stop. If he did, he'd never be seen alive again. He'd end up like the other four before him; dead and mutilated after three or five days of nothing. Not even the Detective Chief Inspector knew what to make of the strange disappearances, and that had only piqued his interest; enough to go looking for answers…
How he wished he'd let sleeping dogs lie. He'd found out what was killing the would-be wanderers alright, and he was next on the menu.
A heavy thump sounded behind him and he renewed his efforts to avoid certain death. The thing was toying with him he knew, but his fear was clouding his judgement; he just kept right on running, heedless of where he was being herded. He was panicking.
Another whump sounded loudly to his right and he quickly darted left, away from danger or so he'd hoped. It was too dark to make out exactly where he was but he was sure he could hear cars nearby. He glanced around clumsily hoping to spot the headlights that would prove his ears right and relief filled him instantly when he spotted the interstate just a few meters ahead. He redoubled his efforts and hope swept through him, streaming from him in intoxicating waves. He was almost there!
Then the shadows swelled…
"No…no... NOOOOOOO!" His screams echoed through the forest and a few birds scattered at the sudden disturbance, but it was over within seconds and silence reigned once again. The deserted clearing left no trace that anyone had been there save for a fairly sized swirling pattern in the loose soil.
The shadows had claimed their prize, and retreated for another night.