Time progressed and Madisen never forgot her encounter with the Winchester boys and Castiel. She often found herself looking behind her for any sign of the three coming after her. Call it paranoia or don't, she found it was a safe way to live. Especially if you were in the business she was. Caution and paranoia always seemed to come hand-in-hand with one another. But it always kept her instincts and senses on red alert. Today was, however, one of the uncommon days she thought it possible to relax. Well as much as she could anyway.
Madisen went to lay down on her motel bed when her computer went 'ding!' She groaned and rolled off the bed, stomping towards her computer in frustration. Said computer was set up to alert her of any possible cases. The thing that bothered her was that she had just finished a hunt the night before. Usually she never got a day off and then the one day she was exhausted and seconds from dropping practically dead to the world, wham! Another possible case!
Madisen opened the laptop and glared at the article before her. As far as she could tell, there were missing persons and cattle mutilations. A missing couple and a local girl from where the article came from. Possibly a vampire. She quickly glanced at location and groaned. Colorado? She was in Montana! That was at least a 30 hour drive!
Madisen snapped the laptop shut and stood, stretching herself before dragging her feet to the bed. The only thing on her mind; sleep. And lots of it. She'd check on whatever it was in the morning. As soon as her head hit the pillow, she was out like a light. For once she didn't dream of being hunted down like the monster she was. But she didn't dream, no. Madisen hadn't dreamt a single dream in years. Not unless you counted the nightmares that plagued her.
It'd been long ago this night. Years, even. She was 12 years old and on her own. This was only two years before she had joined her pack. Madisen was wandering around the town she'd been staying at. A small place in Idaho. She was living at an orphanage, not that she had anywhere else to go. But the city was so small that there would be only five children tops in the orphanage, including her. Most of the time she spent outdoors and away from all of the other children so as to explore in her other form. Madisen did it quite often and she was never found out. Or, so she thought.
The head mistress, Ms. Wellington, followed her one day, curious as to where Madisen wandered off to during the day hours. As soon as Ms. Wellington saw her the older woman ran off to the police. Babbling on about unholy, shape shifting children and unnatural occurrences. No one could ever prove her right and all thought the woman was crazy. All but John Winchester as fate would have it. Even at 12 years old Madisen knew the dangers of hunters. So she ran. And John Winchester tracked her until he caught up. That was this night.
"P-please don't hurt me," Madisen pleaded.
The man had her cornered in a barn just off the side of a farmers house. The inside of the barn was stocked with hay and hay bales. There was a tractor and saddles and crop equipment. Then there were two horses standing in their stalls, watching what was happening. John was standing above the cowering, young, skinwalker, a gun with silver bullets was aimed at her chest and the man carried a knife strapped to his side.
"Not going to happen, monster," the father Winchester snapped.
"W-who are you?"
"Why does it matter?"
"So I know who killed me," the girl squeaked.
"John Winchester."
Winchester. She knew that name. But from where? Suddenly it hit her and her eyes grew wider with horror. That man was one of the most well known monster hunters. And he was going to kill her. She'd never get out of this one alive. And when John went to pull the trigger, a horse reared back on it's hind legs and neighed loudly, gaining the mans attention. Madisen took the small chance she had, and kicked her legs out at John's as hard as she could. John gasped in pain and dropped his gun, momentarily forgetting about it. Madisen ran for the gun, grabbed it, and booked it towards the door. It was locked. She was stuck in here. John however, recovered quickly, grabbed his knife and ran towards the girl.
"Hey!"
Madisen turned around and raised the gun at John who stopped only feet from her.
"Put that down girl," John growled, hiding his knife behind his back.
"Hell no!"
John raised an eyebrow. Madisen glanced around and spotted an open window in the second floor of the barn. John followed her gaze.
"You won't make it past me."
Without warning Madisen changed her aim from John's heart to his shoulder. She fired at the same time the man lunged at her. His knife cut her from her elbow to her shoulder and Madisen screamed in pain and ran towards the ladder going towards the second floor and it's window.
John was shot in his shoulder and the man yelled out, his eyes blurring slightly from pain. He went to go at the skinwalker again but found her gone and running up the steps. John looked for his gun and found it discarded on the floor below him. He quickly grabbed it, aimed at Madisen, and fired.
Madisen however, was already out the window, landing in a hay stack that conveniently was below her window. She landed on it and groaned as some of the ends of the hay stuck into her arm wound. Knowing she still had danger behind her, Madisen got up despite her bodies protest and and towards the edge of the woods that now lay in front of her. More shots rang out into the night and bullets whizzed past her, one of them grazing her ear. She heard John let out a scream of rage but by then she had entered the forest.
Madisen ran and ran and ran until she collapsed sore, exhausted, hungry and dizzy from blood loss. Madisen never knew how she ended up at a pound, in her dog form, with her arm stitched up. She stayed at the place for a while until she was healthy enough to be adopted. Then it was her time to escape and leave the place. And Madisen never knew that the day after she left, a man came in with his two sons, saying that he wanted to adopt a German Shepherd.
Madisen sat up straight in her bed. A scream came from her lips as her nightmare had finally ended. She drew in a shuddering breath as she wiped the tears from her eyes and tried to calm her racing heart and quickened breathing. Madisen reached over and clicked on the light of her lamp sitting on the stand. She placed a hand on her heart and flopped backwards onto the bed.
"It was just a dream," she told herself over and over. "It's just a dream. It's just a dream."
Except she knew it wasn't. Dreams of her past more than always turned out this way. Times of when she got scars, and not just physical ones. People she knew turning on her, facing her and doing things to her. Things that had already happened and some that she blamed on how well she really knew those people.
Madisen sighed. She knew that there was no point in going back to bed. Not that she could at any rate. Glancing at the clock she saw she had gained six hours of sleep. That's the most she had gotten in one night in a long time. Still, she readied herself, and climbed out of bed. It was time to go.
Madisen's long drive took as long as she had guessed the minutes before that nightmare days ago. Sure, not the entire 30 hours, giving in to the fact that she had only stopped three times for food and bathroom breaks. This case was one of her strangest yet. But she found this town particularly strange. For one thing, the name.
"Dinosaur? What kind of a town was named Dinosaur?"
But one other thing that she found strange, was that the town had no past. Well it did, but not much of one. Aside from the missing persons and cattle mutilations there was nothing. Some of the history was in its National Monument, how it was named Dinosaur, and that it was in a Dark Avenger comic book as the home of one of the heroes. That was all she could find and it sort of unnerved her. What kind of town doesn't have history? One that kept secrets that's what.
The town itself wasn't as rundown as one would think. In fact, it was just, dry. But not so dry that nothing would ever grow. Well, the town wasn't dry, just the area around it. It was sort of in the middle of nowhere. The closest places to it was a city almost hour away to the West in Utah, or half an hour East to another town, near the Blue Mountains. The population wasn't too big but it was small enough that Madisen was sure everyone knew everyone and gossip was spread easily enough.
If you came in town from the East, from Utah, you would notice a large dinosaur sitting in front of a park. Across from the park, and next to it as well, were two different convenient stores. There was a post office following after the store across from the park. There was a pterodactyl sitting atop the roof of the small building. Then there was an ice cram shop, and then strangely enough a liquor store. She only found it strange that the two buildings were next to each other. The rest of the town consisted of houses, a library, and a shut down school atop a hill.
Her first stop inside the town was at the Main Hall, seeing as she couldn't find the police station. Actually, it seemed as though this town didn't even have one. The one good thing she could think of coming from the small town would have to be the fact that she wouldn't, or couldn't, get lost. The officer there gave her the file and directed her towards the nearest motel.
The room she had was somewhat nice. White walls, two beds, a stand with a lamp between the beds, a remote to the tv sitting across the room from the beds. A bathroom was just off to the side of the second bed away from the door. There was a window next to said door, and a two person table sitting just under the window. It was a little better than what she was used to. A little.
Madisen threw her bag onto the second bed and sat down at the table next to the window. The file read that the couple that went missing were from the town half an hour away. Rangely, she remembered. The man, mid thirties, had black hair and brown eyes. He was tall in stature and the only defining thing the man had on him was a tattoo above his left eye. The woman, mid to late twenties, had auburn hair, and brown eyes. She was only a few inches shorter than her husband. She had no defining marks that a person could identify her with had she actually gone missing. Turns out the couple were camping up behind the school in this town before their camp was found abandoned by a couple of teens riding around on four-wheelers.
Madisen turned to the girl that had gone missing. Seventeen years of age, blonde hair, and light blue eyes that almost looked silver had Madisen not looked at them closely. According to the girls parents, she was in her room when they checked on her, but in the morning, she was gone. No sign of break in or anything messed up in the room. The girls brother, who was in the room next to her, reported that he didn't hear anything. But the thing was, that was the family that had the cattle mutilations. Who doesn't hear something like that?
Madisen went to go question the family of the missing girl and cattle but glanced at the clock sitting on the stand next to the lamp. It was already ten thirty. She had gotten in late, it was dinner time, and she hadn't slept in almost three days, she reasoned. Yes, she could wait until tomorrow. That being said, Madisen grabbed her motel key and stuffed a gun in the back of her pants. She noted that it was dark out. She went to the end of the driveway and turned left also noticing a bar just down the street in the opposite direction she was going. Charming, she thought. No town was complete without a bar.
Madisen continued on her way and went to the store just across from the park. It was a Loaf 'n Jug. She immediately grabbed a bag of chips, cookie, and drink. The woman at the counter rang up the items and Madisen went to pay but noticed a MISSING paper taped to the register. It was of the girl she had just read up on.
"Terrible, isn't it?"
"What?"
"The missing girl," said the old woman behind the counter. "I had seen her come in here many times. Her and some of her friends."
Madisen nodded. "I'm here to investigate her disappearance."
"Oh! You're a police man?" The old woman asked surprised.
Madisen held up her fake FBI badge. "FBI, actually."
The old woman nodded and smiled grimly. "I hope you find that girl. I'm sure her family misses her very much."
Madisen nodded, payed for the items, and left. She made quick work of the walk back to the motel. Common sense or no, something told her that walking around at night with a monster on the loose wasn't such a great idea. Madisen ate her dinner and then focused on cleaning her weapons. First it was one of her shotguns, then a machete, the pistol that was once tucked away with her, a knife, and then an angel blade. By some chance of luck she found it on the body of a dead angel. Whoever or whatever killed the angel left it behind. She didn't complain. She just didn't want to stick around to find out what the cause was.
Satisfied with her cleaning work, Madisen packed her stuff back up. All but the silver knife. She stuffed that under her pillow. Madisen took a long time to fall asleep. Not exactly a fan of wanting to visit that damned memory again. Nor any memory for that matter. Of course, she couldn't avoid sleep indefinitely. No matter how much she wanted to.
The next morning Madisen was awoke with a crick in her neck. She had to shake her head back and forth and flop it side to side quickly before she felt the satisfying 'pop!' Her first thought that morning had to do with coffee. Well, technically her first thought was to get the crick from her neck. But her third thought was that of a shower. It was a tough decision. Coffee, or a shower. She chose shower first, coffee later.
It was very early in the morning. The sun hadn't even risen yet. Well, Madisen got her four to six hours. One thing that she benifitted from being a skinwalker, she could smell herself, and things somewhat far away. And did she smell amazing. Note the sarcasm. So Madisen showered. As soon as she got out she realised a problem. She left her clothes on the bed outside of the bathroom, and she had left the shades open slightly. Madisen growled and pulled a towel around herself before stepping into the dark room. The was a small amount of sunlight streaming in. She must've been in there for a while.
She hurriedly picked up her bag and shuffled through it. Madisen went to grab her clothes but a soft 'click' sounded behind her. She wouldn't have noticed it had she not had her great hearing. It was the sound of a gun being cocked. And it was right behind her. She pretended not to notice and pretended to look as if she was grabbing her clothes before her hand enclosed itself around her pistol she had sitting in the bag.
As quick as lightning Madisen turned around, punched the intruder in the face, and kicked the gun from his hands. Before the man could react she swept her legs out from under him. She placed a foot on the man's chest, pressing in slightly so as to hold him. Then, she reached behind her and turned the lights.
Hello guys! Here's another chapter I hope you enjoy!
Fun fact: Dinosaur, Colorado is in fact a real place. I stumbled upon it looking around on Facebook and it seemed interesting. Anything I found I had to Google or Wiki. Seems like a nice place. You guys should look it up as well.