Hello Readers, this is chapter two and it's my longest so far. Again Please review, it makes my day, seriously
Disclaimer - I forgot to do this last time, sorry! I do not own Supernatural, only my OC Alex.
Born To Be Wild
Get your motor runnin'
Head out on the highway
Lookin' for adventure
And whatever comes our way
Yeah Darlin' go make it happen
Take the world in a love embrace
Fire all of your guns at once
And explode into space
I couldn't help looking over my shoulder, as the feeling of unease swept over me. I've only felt that once before and that was when I almost got one hell of a haircut from a guy, who at first seemed like just a vigilante with a machete. That was my mistake. The man was my enemy, my food and an annoyance, all at once. He was John Winchester. He was also the reason I had to keep checking behind me every time I so much as stepped outside.
Yet I didn't know why the air felt so foreboding as I climbed out of my car. It didn't make sense that someone like Winchester would come to Richardson, Texas, since I had checked all the newspapers to make sure that there was no reason for anyone like him to come except the small fact that I had decided to come here, but I doubt that those people would come all the way here before I had done something.
They simply wouldn't.
Deciding to take my mind off the thoroughly depressing topic, I spotted a small record store and realised that I wasn't up to date with the latest centuries music therefore now would be a good to accumulate back into the "scene".
Upon entering the store I noticed that I was actually quite empty (something that I found odd until I remembered that apparently people downloaded nowadays), in fact there was only the employees, a few random buyers and one rather large woman trying to decide whether she wanted to buy Queen or the Spice Girls. One thing did catch my interest, and it was a pair at the checkout desk talking to one of the employees.
The taller of the two was over six foot with long brown hair that fell just under his ears. His eyes seemed to be green with, under closer inspection, a slight brown tinge to them. He was wearing a grey coat with some sort of red chequered over shirt and a white tee underneath. Despite his outward appearance he seemed to have a calm air about and acted like he actually cared about what he was saying.
The other man was shorter, coming to barely six foot. Which wasn't bad, but it still made him like a bit of a midget when compared to his Sasquatch of a partner - Though he seemed to make up for it with his handsomeness. With short brown, going on blonde, hair and vibrant green eyes, he seemed to have a ruggedness that the former lacked. The fact that he was wearing what looked like an old leather jacket only added to the effect, which he himself seemed to know. And used. From what I could see he defiantly had a womanizer air about him; wanting nothing more than a one night stand than full time commitment.
As though feeling my eyes, the latter turned around and scanned the room trying to find the force. When he spotted me his scan paused and he seemed to twitch one eye at me, and then continued his search before turning around to continue the conversation.
Now that I was intrigued, I started to listen in because although I was at the other end of the store, my hearing was still crystal clear. Damn! I thought as I realised I had missed a fair amount of information because I had been too busy rudely ogling at them to even try to focus on the words being exchanged. But me being me, I decided to just listen to what I could.
"-attacked them. They screamed, begged for him to stop. But he just strung them up, one after another. And then, when he was all finished, he turned around and hung himself. Now, they say that his spirit is trapped in the house forever, stringing up any other girl who goes inside", the employee (Whose name, according to his nametag, was Craig) explained to the two men.
The shorter of the two then asked, "But where'd you hear all this?"
"My cousin, Dana, told me. I don't know where she heard it from. You've gotta realize I didn't believe this for a second", Craig answered. Didn't believe what? I wanted to ask, hopelessly lost on the topic of conversation.
"But now you do?" The Sasquatch one questioned.
"I don't know what the hell to think, man. Guys, I'll tell you exactly what I told the police, okay? That girl was real, and she was dead. This was not a prank. I swear to God, I don't wanna go anywhere near that house ever again, okay?" If I couldn't basically smell the lie off him, then I might have been inclined to believe him. The two men exchanged a look, thanked him and then took their leave.
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Well that was weird, I couldn't help thinking as I exited the store soon after hearing the discussion. More importantly who were those guys? They didn't seem to have been there just to hear some weird ghost story, so the big question was; why were they there?
The only reason I could of was extremely unlikely, but after seeing the men's interest and my earlier feeling of unease I could come up with only one conclusion for what they are. As much as I hated it, I simply couldn't deny what I had seen in action moments ago.
Hunters
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