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Chapter Seven: Full Force
I hitchhiked over the next few days. Sleeping here and there. I was trying to find something supernatural. Something that I could kill. Anything that would make me feel better. I kept getting text messages from Sam but I never replied. I was angry at both of them. I had something to prove and I was going to prove it.
I had caught a ride to a truck stop in the middle of nowhere. There wasn't a lot of options after that so I sat in the small café area of the gas station and drank a cup of coffee.
"Alright, now what?" I asked, seeing the flaw in my sudden departure.
I rested my head on my hand and closed my eyes. I was tired and it was quiet, being it was the middle of the night. I was starting to drift off when the familiar pain started in my head.
A red headed girl and a younger man walked past a sign saying Blackwater Ridge heading into the woods. The scene moved through the woods to a cave with bodies hanging from the ceiling. One was alive and he listened to his friends be eaten. The beast moved from them to him and his eyes grew wide as he looked into its face.
It faded out and I took a few deep breaths. "A Windego." I said and pulled my laptop from my bag.
I looked up the national park and discovered that it was in Colorado. I immediately set out and managed to get a ride to the nearest bus stop. I opened my phone and found Sam's number. I looked at it, trying to decide whether to text him about this or not. In the end I closed my phone and looked through all my information on Windegos. I knew how to kill them but doing it on my own would be very dangerous. It would be cowardly of me to tell the boys and then keep my distance but I wasn't about to risk innocents just to try and do it myself. The next day I was just a few hours from the park when the pain started again.
"Not again." I groaned as I leaned against a wall.
A bedroom came into focus and a young woman entered the scene. She looked to be simply going through the motions. It looked like she had just been out on the town. Her hair was slightly messy and her blouse wasn't on quite right. She walked into her bathroom and as she brushed her teeth a shadow passed in front of the door. She turned but there appeared to be nothing there. She finished and then shut the lights off before crawling into bed. Only moments passed when there was a thud in the room. She gasped but passed it off as just a noise. There was a little more of a gap before the thud was louder. She sat up and turned on the lights. At the foot of the bed was a pale man, dark circles around his eyes, dirty, not to mention scary as hell. He was holding a sledge hammer in his hand. The woman screamed and he raised the hammer. With one swing blood splattered across the walls and the woman lay over the edge of her bed, half her face missing.
When the room came back into view my knuckles were white from gripping the sides of the table. The workers kept glancing at me and I quickly exited the building. Now I had a real dilemma on my hands. There were people who needed help in two different locations. I couldn't be in two places at once, which meant I had a phone call to make. I took out my phone and held down the proper number.
"Hey, it's me."
"Where are you?" Sam asked in a low voice.
"That's not important. What's important is that I have had two visions and I can't handle both of them on my own."
"Don't handle any of them on your own. Wait for us to get there. Just tell me where you are." He told me urgently.
I sighed and took a moment to gather myself. He sounded worried and John popped into my head. "In Wisconsin, there are several people who are going to walk right into Windego territory." I told him. I explained what they looked like and anything else he might need to know. "Get there and find these people. Hopefully you won't be too late."
"Evy, please, just tell me where you are. If you're worried about Dean I'll take off on my own and come and get you." He told me.
"Help those people. I have my own to take care of. I'll call, I promise." I told him and hung up the phone. It rang almost immediately afterward but I ignored Sam's call. "Okay, time to go kick some Demon ass."
The only flaw in my plan was that my latest vision didn't have a location. I went back into the store and looked up anything to do with a man who died violently, anything dealing with sledge hammers.
It took several hours but I managed to shorten the list and managed to get a location on where he died. My best guess was that his name was Homer Limmerman. He murdered his family with a sledge hammer before the townsfolk walked in on the scene and as punishment sentenced him to die in the same way. It was a long time ago, when a town's leader had the say and no one questioned it. It was a small town in Oregon that looked to be rather remote. I had a bit of a jaunt to make and caught a ride on the next truck that was heading in my direction.
When I got there everyone was talking to everyone. Apparently it was one of those towns where everyone knew everyone else. That wouldn't help me in finding the girl in my vision or trying to lie to get the information.
"Great…" I said as I walked through the town. "Excuse me." I said stopping a passerby. "I'm looking for a young girl. She's got strawberry blond hair, blue eyes, pretty skinny, and about my height. Do you know where I can find her?" I asked.
He was an older man and he smiled at me. "Monica Masterson is the girl you're talking about." He grinned. "She's a wonderful girl. I believe she's at the old folk's home just down the road here. She volunteers there at least twice a week. Wonderful, wonderful girl."
"Thank you very much." I smiled at him.
"You're welcome." He smiled and went along his way.
"Well that was easier than I thought it would be." I said aloud as I walked down the road.
Soon the home came into view and I could see her in one of the residents' room as I walked up to the doors. She was pretty and the image of her dying went through my head and it took me a moment to shake it off before going inside.
Inside I found myself face to face with an old man who was holding a glass eye in the palm of his hand. I just looked at him and smiled, nodding as he told me about his deceased wife. I was trying to get away from him when I was rescued.
"Mr. Miller, what have I told you about that eye there? And why are you out of bed? You know it's nearly time for your bath."
"Oh yes, yes, I remember." He smiled and headed back to his room.
"Sorry about that." The girl smiled at me.
"Monica right?" I asked her.
"Yes." She smiled.
"Hi, I'm Evy Connors. I'm here to see you."
"What about?" Monica asked.
"Here really isn't the place to talk about it. When do you get off?" I asked her.
"What is this about?" She asked me again, edge in her voice.
I sighed. "I need to ask you a few questions about a man named Homer Limmerman." I told her honestly.
A sign of recognition crossed her face. "How do you know that name?" She asked me.
"When do you get off work?" I asked her.
"Two hours." She replied.
"I'll meet you out front." I told her.
She nodded and I turned and left. I took a deep breath once I hit the fresh air as I found the small library. There was something here. Some kind of connection and I wanted to know what it was before I talked to her again. I wanted some idea of what I was dealing with. I was reading an article when my phone rang. I looked at it and my heart skipped a beat. I opened it but didn't have time to say anything before a loud voice was in my ear.
"What the hell are you thinking!? Going off on your own! Not telling Sam where you are! Not allowing them to help!"
"John, calm the hell down!" I yelled back into the phone as low as possible. I grabbed my things and left the building. "Don't you dare yell at me." I told him once I was in the open.
"Call Sammy now and wait for him to get there." John told me. I could picture him in my head saying it. "Do you hear me?"
"John…" I said softly. The only thing in my head right now was that he wasn't with me. "You told me you wouldn't leave me. You said that I wouldn't be alone."
"I left you with my boys." He told me, the anger still in his voice.
"You left me. You left me John, when I needed you most." I replied.
"And that's why I left you." He told me gently. "You can't depend on me so much. You can't expect me to be there all the time because someday I won't be."
"Stop it." I told him, tears filling my eyes. "Just…stop. I've lost too much in this world. I don't want to hear you talk like that."
"Evy…" John said softly.
"I love you John. You are the best friend I have and I need you." I told him, trying to fight back the tears.
"I love you too." He told me gently.
Just hearing him say it made me relax a little. "Did same call you?" I asked.
"Yeah."
"And you called me." I stated. "Don't I feel special." I smiled.
He laughed a little. "Only because I worry about you. My boys can handle themselves. You've never dealt with this on your own."
"I can handle it." I told him. "I was with you long enough to pick up on things and I've been with your boys long enough to learn. I've been doing a lot of research. I can handle it."
"You can do as much research as you want but its experience that got me this far, as well as my boys."
"Than that's what I'm doing. I'm gaining experience." I told him.
"Not alone." He told me with that edge in his voice again.
"John, I need to do this. I need this for me. I am treated like a little girl and I can't stand it anymore. Dean is a pain in the ass and blames me for you leaving again. He blamed me." I told him and paused. "I need the experience and I'm not getting it from your boys. I need to do this so please don't try and convince me otherwise. If you keep talking I will listen to you but I don't want to. I need to help this girl. Besides, it's a vengeful spirit. I have dealt with those enough to handle it on my own."
"Just find the bones and burn them. Don't do anything stupid." He told me.
"I never do anything stupid." I told him. But then Dean popped in my head. "Well, almost never."
"I know. But I don't intend on going to another funeral for a long time."
"Neither do I." I smiled. I looked at my watch. "But I have to go. I have to meet with my victim."
"I do love you Evy." John said with a tone that made me worry.
"I love you too." I told him. "Let's talk again some time." I smiled.
I knew he was smiling but when he spoke he was serious again. "You call me when you've killed the son of a bitch. You hear me?"
"I hear you. I'll talk to you soon." I told him and hung up the phone.
I put my phone to my lips and smiled. Taking a deep breath and headed back to the old folks home. Monica was already waiting for me outside the doors.
"Wanna go for a walk?" I asked her. She nodded. She walked in silence for a little while. She seemed nervous and I didn't want to push but wanted to get it done. "What can you tell me about Homer Limmerman?" I asked her.
"Why do you want to know?" She countered.
"Have you been seeing him lately? It's clear that you know who I'm talking about." She looked at the ground. "You're in trouble Monica. I want to help but that's hard to do when you won't tell me how you know him."
"First just tell me how you know his name." She told me.
I sighed and looked at her. "I saw him. I have these visions that show me what's going to happen. I saw him kill you."
"With a sledge hammer?" She asked.
"Yes." I replied. I waited for her to open up.
"I am one of his descendants." She told me. "The night he killed his family one of his daughters had a baby that was hidden during the murders. It was found the next day. She was my great grandmother."
I nodded as I processed the information. "Was your mother her granddaughter?"
"Yes."
"Is she alive?" I asked her.
"No." She replied flatly. "I knew this day would come. I am the last of the family. He has killed everyone in our family."
"Where was he buried?" I asked her.
"I don't know." She told me.
"We have to find out." I told her seriously.
She took me to her house and from a box in her closet took out all the information she had on her family. We spent hours going through all of the papers she had. Her grandma had a lot of things but it was very unorganized. I was getting frustrated as the run was setting knowing that he could show up at any moment.
"Here…" She said handing me a piece of paper. "He was buried here in one of the cemeteries. In an unmarked grave."
"Great." I said and leaned back, running my fingers through my hair. "Just great."
"Now what?" She asked me.
"We go to every cemetery and find the unmarked grave." I told her.
"And if there's more than one?"
"Put on grubby clothes because we're going to be getting dirty." I told her.
She went to get ready and I went through my bag. I had plenty of lighter fluid and salt, as well as a gun with rock salt bullets. I felt confident. I had a plan and knew what to do. I was loading the gun when I heard Monica scream. A pit fell in my stomach as I rushed to the room. The door was locked. I swore and I threw my shoulder into the door. It flew open and I saw Homer moving toward her with the hammer raised. I quickly shot him and his disappeared. Monica was cowering in the corner.
"Are you all right?" I asked her.
"Yes." She nodded and got up.
"Let's go kill the son of a bitch." I told her and left the room.
There were only three cemeteries in the area. We were in good shape when the first didn't have any unmarked graves. But the second had two which was very discouraging. It took several hours to dig up the graves and burn the bones. By the time we were done Monica was exhausted and I wasn't much better. We drove to the final cemetery and Monica had to hold back tears as we counted five unmarked graves. I gently rubbed her back but didn't say anything as I walked to the nearest grave and started to dig. Monica was only a short distance away from me starting to dig out the second grave.
By the end of the third we were digging out the graves together. My arms were starting to burn and Monica rested more than she dug.
"Why are you so comfortable doing this?" She asked.
"Because I've done this more than I want to say." I replied.
"What are you into?"
"The supernatural." I smiled at her.
We burned the third set of bones and frowned at the thought of doing it twice more. I walked to the next unmarked grave but Monica sat on a large headstone nearby. I had barely put the shovel in the ground when I heard a headstone shatter. We were so close but the spirit knew that. I turned and he was towering over Monica. She was on the ground, pushed up against a headstone. I quickly took the gun out from the back of my pants and shot him. He disappeared but reappeared behind me. He raised the hammer quicker than I could move and it collided with my hip, sending me to the ground. He moved toward Monica again and I shot him again. He didn't reappear and I quickly moved to the grave and started to dig it out. Monica was starting to panic. She tried to help me but in the end she was just hindering me. I didn't realize how much better three was from one. I held my breath as I dug and felt a moment of calm as I burned the forth set of bones. We paused a moment, waiting, and relief filled me for a moment. I ran to the last grave. I hadn't stopped when I was knocked off my feet. I rolled in time to avoid the hammed coming down on top of me. I rolled to my feet and shot another bullet at him. He disappeared momentarily and appeared behind Monica. I yelled for her to run and she took off through the cemetery. I started to dig the grave. Monica disappeared from view and I knew that I was running against the clock. I dug as fast as I could. I heard commotion but tried not to focus on anything other than the task at hand. I was halfway down when Monica same back into view. She yelled for me to hurry and I dug as fast as I possibly could.
I broke open the wooden box and quickly climbed out of the grave. Monica was still running for her life. The fluid and salt was on the bones when I heard the scream. I turned in time to see the hammer come down on top of Monica. I wanted to go and help her but the task wasn't done. I lit a match and dropped it down onto the bones. I turned and Homer's spirit was face to face with me. As the bones burned he simply smiled before disappearing forever. I took a deep breath and ran over to Monica. I was scared of what I was going to see but when I looked over the headstone she was just starting to come to.
"Thank God." I said and knelt next to her. "Are you okay?" I asked.
"I think so." She said getting onto her hands and knees. I helped me up. "What happened?"
"It's done. You're safe." I told her.
She started to cry and put her arms around me. "Thank you so much." She said hugging me tight.
"You're welcome." I said hugging her back.
I got her home and made sure she was okay before I left. I decided to walk for a while. I left the town behind me with confidence. It was unlike any of my other experiences and I learned and lived through it with minimal damage. The air was cool and I pulled out my phone. I dialed John's number and he quickly picked up the phone.
"If you need help just tell me where you are." He told me quickly.
"It's done. I don't need any help." I smiled into the phone.
"Seriously?" He asked.
"You've been around me too long." I grinned. "Anyway, I am perfectly capable of dealing with this kind of stuff. I told you, I've learned and can handle it."
"Are you hurt?" He asked.
"Minimally." I told him. "I took a couple blows but I'm okay."
"You're sure? You have all of the cards?" He asked worriedly.
"John, don't worry about me. I'm okay." I told him.
"Can you do a favor for me?"
"Of course."
"Call Sam. He's really worried."
"Have you talked to him?" I asked. He didn't say anything. "I'll call him."
"Thank you." He said softly.
"I'll make sure your boys know you love them." I told him.
"Thank you." He said again. "So where are you going now?" He asked, sounding completely fine.
"I don't know. I'll find something. I'm good at research."
"Be safe."
"You know I will." I smiled.
The phone clicked as he hung up the phone. I took a breath before dialing Sam's number.
"Hi Sammy."
"Are you okay?" He asked.
"Better than okay. I handled my first case on my own and survived." I smiled.
"It's done?"
"Yes, it's done."
"Are you hurt?" He asked.
"A little but I'll be fine." He was his father's son.
"Are you going to tell me where you are yet?" Sam asked.
"No." I told him.
"Fine. Just promise me that you'll call if you need help or if you need anything. Alright?"
"Alright." I replied. "Thank you Sam."
"Be safe."
I grinned and rolled my eyes. "I will be."
I hung up the phone and shook my head. In the next town I stopped and pulled out my laptop, tapping into the internet. I thought a moment about what had happened and even though my rips and hip was sore I was proud of myself. Once I thought about it enough I just smiled and started the search for my next innocent.
