Disclaimer: Okay so here's the next chapter. Missouri is one of my favorite characters in Supernatural so I had to put her in this story along with the Trickster. I don't own the Supernatural cast but I can wish…I love me some Sammy. I also don't own Miley Stewart or the Hannah Montana cast. And alas I don't own the Jonas Brothers a.k.a Gray Brothers…Enjoy
She was running with all her might, her breath coming out in huffs, her legs pumping fast and with each step she was getting closer to her target.
It's a shame that she's about to get hit by a truck.
Miley had ran out the door a second later after the psychic uttered those words, trying desperately to catch up with the jogger, who was listening to her ipod and not paying any attention to the girl yelling. When Miley realized she couldn't just yell for her, she took off after her. Please let me get there in time. Finally she made it to the corner, stopping to look for the jogger. She was at the next street corner bent down tying her shoe.
Miley sighed, making her way slowly towards her. The sound of tires caused her to turn to look left up the road, a truck was coming up fast. She glanced back at the woman who was about to step off the curb, not looking if there were any cars coming. Miley wouldn't have gotten there in time. She glanced back at the truck. Turn…Turn! Miley pictured the steering wheel in her head turning, her eyes burning. TURN!
The truck swerved to the left, driving up onto someone's lawn before stopping completely. The jogger kept on jogging down the road on the other side of the street, ignoring the commotion behind her as the driver got out of his truck scratching his head. What the hell just happen!
Miley backed up, before turning back towards the way she had come. She walked slowly at first, until she saw the small white house come into view. She then picked up her pace. What the hell is wrong with that woman! She was angry; her steps became more like stomps as she finally reached the house. She stomped her way inside, slamming the door behind her, and making her way through the beaded curtain.
The woman Missouri was sitting at a round dining room table, shuffling some cards. She didn't even look up as Miley entered.
"Miss Peterson's alive, I presume?" Missouri said still shuffling the cards, like she had no care in the world.
"YEAH, NO THANKS TO YOU!" Miley screamed. "You knew that she was going to die and you just stood there!" she huffed shaking her head wildly at the older woman.
Missouri paused in her shuffling, laying the cards on the table she finally raised her head to look up at the teenager. "People don't come here for the truth…they come to hear what they want to hear, and nothing else…honey why don't you sit down, your out of breath," she said pointing to the chair beside her.
"If you really are psychic, then you knew that I was going to run after her…is that why you told me she was going to die?"
"No…for some reason I can't read you…only your aura, please sit," Missouri said looking directly at her like she was trying to study her. It feels like she looking through me.
Miley walked closer to the table but she didn't sit. "Then why…" she paused. If she didn't know I would run after the jogger then why did she tell me? Unless… "You were testing me!"
Missouri just gave a winning smile before pointing towards the chair again. "If you hadn't have run out there, the truck driver would have seen Miss Peterson in the last moment, swerved, hit a tree, injuring only himself. He would have lived, but Miss Peterson would have been the one to call 911, realizing for herself what not paying attention to the road means…so in a way you running after her was not such a good idea, each action has a lingering response…but it was a good heartfelt notion."
Miley stood there dumfounded "But why test me at all?"
Missouri face changed, her smile gone. "Because I can read everybody…. but you." She picked up her cards again. "I had to be sure that even if your aura said one thing, your heart should say another."
"What? Reading me? My aura?" Miley sighed, plopping down into the chair. "What the hell are you talking about?"
"Outside…with the truck, did anything strange happen?" Missouri said tilting her head to the side, glancing at her through the corner of the eyes.
Should I tell her? I mean she is psychic, wouldn't she already know!
Miley looked back her. "What do you mean you can read people?" she asked, dodging the question that was asked before.
"There are those of us out there, psychics that have different powers. But me, I can read people's minds, and see only a few minutes into the future, and of course I can read people's auras," Missouri looked hard at her, leaning forward putting her arms on table. "But you I can't read your mind, it's foggy, I can only read your aura. When I saw Miss Peterson brief future you weren't part of it, it was like you didn't exist."
Powers? Is that I what I did at the hospital or with the truck, did I use some sort of power…oh please god no! Am I psychic too?
"My aura? You said that my aura said something to you…and that's why you tested me?" Miley asked a little scared and confused.
"Your aura is strong…and not in a good way. I never seen an aura like yours before… there's darkness in it," Missouri said darkly before continuing in a softer voice. "Yet I see some light coming from it too, then there's your mood swirling around in-between both of them…but there's something else mixed up in there, something that makes your aura glow…it's beautiful," she said in wonderment.
Miley shifted in her seat. Darkness? What does that mean?
"You came here for a reason…to find some truth?" Missouri asked raising an eyebrow.
"Oh..." I forgot! "Yes, you see recently my…. dad and brother…they were killed, and I want to know who did it!"
"The answer child isn't who did it…but what did it!" Missouri said cryptically. "I get the feeling you already know that though."
"So…what I saw that night, was real?" Miley asked hopefully.
"Black eyes, super strength, and a whole lot of ugly…yeah child unfortunately what you saw was real."
"How did you know about all that, if you can't read me?" Miley asked sitting back in her chair.
"I've been in contact with a couple of friends of mine that are working your case, they have informed me a lot about what has been happening."
"My case... like the two so called 'FBI' guys'?" Miley asked sarcastically raising an eyebrow at the older woman in front of her.
"All is not as it seems…so you came here for answers? Are you sure you really want to know, because there's no turning back once you know the truth," Missouri said seriously, the room seemed to grow smaller.
Do I want to really know? Yes! I have to ….for my family. Miley sat up straighter in her chair and nodded for Missouri to continue.
Suddenly there was creak from the ceiling, causing Miley to look up.
"Rats, got plenty of them…they eat my food and don't pay the rent," Missouri sneered looking up at the ceiling.
Miley nodded her head in agreement, not fully caring what Missouri is talking about.
"Do you remember when your parents used to say that the monsters under your bed weren't real, that the movies of monsters were just that ...movies?"
"Yeah…" Miley said slowly and uncertian.
"Well start believing, because every scary thing that you thought was fake…well it's real."
"Wait…ha...What?"
"Honey…the monsters are real, vampires, werewolves, ghosts...they're real."
Miley sat there for a good few minutes trying to process everything. Is she nuts? No, I am not listening to this woman…vampires and werewolves can't be real! It just not possible…but she's is a real psychic; she knew that woman was about to get hit by a truck. And what about me and the freaky stuff that's been happening…and the Black eyed man! …Oh my god…Miley felt sick, she covered her left hand over her mouth, her eyes were wide, and she felt like she couldn't breathe. Well take the hand from your mouth! She quickly dropped her hand and took in a couple of deep breaths.
Missouri sat there watching the teenager's expression. She waited until the child looked like she had composed herself before continuing, "I haven't even gotten to the worst part, besides the creatures that you know of…there are others, some used to be human, that will really scare you, like shape shifters and wendigos."
Do I want to know? Am I really believing this?…Yes, it has to be real otherwise I'm the one whose nuts, I know what I saw that night. Miley looked up at Missouri her expression hardening "And the man who killed my family…what was he?"
"Child…the man who killed your father and brother was not human…he was a demon."
"A DEMON!" Miley shrieked, whatever she was expecting, it was not that.
"Yes a demon, forget everything you think you know about demons…there are different levels of demons. Most are lower level demons that work for higher-level demons... All were human once, but a couple years in Hell changes them, they lose their humanity. Their once broken souls become nothing but blackness. Most demons escape from hell but have to find a human host to possess, in the form of black smoke. Demons can be sent back to hell by exorcism… and I know of only two weapons that can actually kill a demon. The Colt and a Knife…. but both are in the possession of demons at the moment because they weren't protected carefully enough."
"What kind of idiots would let weapons that can kill demons in the hands of demons?" Miley pondered.
"Two very special idiots," Missouri said softly looking up at the ceiling.
"So what your saying is that monsters exist, and a demon killed my family…what I want to know is, why? Why my family? We never did anything wrong!"
"Honey, I think it didn't have anything to do with your father or brother…but had everything to do with you," Missouri said giving her a soft look.
"Me?" Miley screeched; her eyebrows scrunched up confused.
"Have you been experiencing anything weird happening to you? Like maybe getting upset and blowing out a couple of windows?"
Miley remained silent, she looked down at the table in front of her, her mind running over everything that has happened so far. Is that why my family died? Tears filled her eyes. Was it because of me and my freaky happenings…do I have powers?
Missouri sighed, going back to her cards. "I figured out what the glow all around your aura is," she looked back at the girl, not really wanting to tell her, but knew she had to.
"What is it?" Miley whispered, raising her teary eyes up to meet Missouri's soften gaze.
"Destiny," Missouri said very softly. "Your destiny surrounds your aura making it glow…I may not be able to see your future, but the cards can!" Missouri laid down six cards straight in a row, and laying two above the six all faced down. She then put the rest of the stack in the center of the table.
Missouri flip the first card over of the six. "The wheel of fortune…I was right, for each person sets their own path in life, but they are also subject to the larger cycles that includes them…destiny."
She then paused before turning over the next card. "Something about this reading is different." She turned the next card over. "The high priestess, the guide, containing within herself the secrets of these realms and offers us pieces of it…wait… that's me," Missouri sat back confused. "The cards are linked together for some reason, destiny sent you here to me…"
She reached for the next card. "The hermit, the teacher…for he searches for truth by stripping away all diversions, and he spends his time alone away from the world," Missouri sighed before turning over the next card, all the while Miley was looking at the cards, gasping when she saw the next card.
"Death, does not mean what you think, death is not a permanent end, but a transition into a new state, that life is eternal in it's essence, if not in it's form. Death is the eyes…" Missouri shook her head as words were flowing into her mind. She didn't understanding how death could be her eyes.
She flipped over the next card. "The fool…the ears? The fool is not expected to follow the same rules as others, anything goes… nothing is certain, the fool leads you on the path of adventure and makes you believe in yourself…I'm sorry but this is very different from other readings," Missouri said stopping to look at Miley who was sitting there confused as well.
Miley looked over at the cards that were place upward not really understanding but she took a deep breath, "Continue."
Missouri reached for the next card the last in the row of six and turned it over. "The knight of wands? The protector…the knight of wands is a sexy and seductive, has strong loyalties…but something is missing from this card…there's another side to the knight," Missouri shook her head. "What's going on here?"
"The last two cards," She reached for the first one and turned it over. "Judgment…" Missouri quickly flipped over the last card. "The devil…" she grew quite, looking down at the cards.
Miley too, looked at the cards. The guide, the teacher, the eyes, the ears, and the protector? All has to do with what?…what exactly are they guiding, teaching me and protecting me from? …Judgment and the devil? What does that have to do with my destiny…this is confusing. Miley looked back up at Missouri waiting for an answer, but Missouri stood up walking around the table towards another room in the house.
Miley got up and followed her into what looked like the kitchen. "What does it mean?"
Missouri stopped in front of the kitchen door, turning around to face her. "Miley honey, you need to leave…now! Don't go back to aunt's house…just go…If you want to find who killed your family you must go, your destiny awaits."
Miley stood there confused. "And where exactly am I going? How do I find out…tell me!"
Missouri looked at her guiltily. "I can't…all I can tell you is to take the nearest train out of this town."
Miley looked at her pleadingly. "Come with me!" her voice cracking. I'm scared.
"I can't…. I'm just the guide," Missouri then opened the door stepping aside. "Good luck, you will find what you are looking for."
Miley walked up to Missouri giving her a hug before hesitantly stepping through the door.
Missouri watched as the child made her way through her yard and all her neighbors' yards. She felt the two presences, before she heard their footsteps come down the stairs and enter the kitchen, "Let her go…she has her own destiny to follow, her own demons to overcome…soon her fight will collide with yours, but until then …let her go." She then closed the door, slamming it shut.
Okay I know a little confusing but the next chapter you meet the Trickster who unlike Missouri doesn't follow the rules or red tape of the universe. Missouri opens her Miley's eyes, but it's the Trickster who tells everything she wants to know. I'm not an expert on Tarot cards, so I switched some things around. Missouri is in one episode in Supernatural called 'Home' it's a good episode but if you want to see Missouri watch this from 8:10 to 9:58 .com/watch?v=4Vw6uchFRO0&feature=related