Hey... A new chapter! I finished school today so I'm going to post this on a Thursday instead of waiting till Sunday. I'm actually proud of myself for getting this typed up and on here as quick as I did. This chapter is actually pretty long for here and I couldn't find a place to break it. Things pick up from here. Enjoy more to come later. :)
~Mary
Lizzie turned out to be really fast when running from a strange guy whose face started smoking when I squirted him with water. We hid in one of the side offices that had a steel door.
"What. The. Hell. Was that?" Lizzie asked sliding down to the floor.
"You honestly wouldn't believe me if I told you." I said peering out of the blinds of the office. I could make out about three people in the warehouse from our vantage point but I was almost certain there were more.
"I brought you hear on a ghost hunt tonight because I just happened to meet you at the diner last night. Why do I feel like you knew that was going to happen?" Lizzie asked looking up at me. Even in the dim light I could see the betrayal playing across her face.
"You wouldn't have understood at the diner and you won't understand now. What I know is that staying in this warehouse is dangerous and we need to get out of here." I said.
"Just tell me"
"I knew you would be in that diner last night and I knew you would be coming here on a ghost hunt only to get in way over your head and…" I started before it dawned on me. Lizzie could be possessed and that there was an open vent system in the building. "Here, put this on, follow me and I will explain it all to you over some cheesy fries at the diner." I said tugging the bracelet out of my pocket and shoving it into her hand.
"Grace…"
"Don't, you have no idea what is going on here and I don't want to be responsible for your death because I screwed up and couldn't protect you. These aren't your run of the mill, sprinkle a little salt and they run away ghosts, truthfully they aren't ghosts at all." I snapped handing her my mini water gun. Her eyes widened as I pulled my real gun out of my waistband.
"The hell Grace. We came looking for ghosts that may or may not exist and you came ready to kill with a little squirt gun that shoots acid and a real gun."
"I swear to you it is filled with holy water. It only smokes if it hits a non heavenly being, meaning demons basically. Shoot me of you like. For us it is just water. You could drink it for all I care." I snapped back at her.
"Demons, Grace!"
"My name isn't Grace, it's Alex and yes I said demons. They spawn from hell and come up here to make a mess of the world and screw up people's lives. Worked pretty well for me." I said.
" What are you talking about? How long have you known about demons?"
"I think I was six when my mom started teaching me. I'm not going to get into all of this right now. You can go home tonight and get up tomorrow morning like a normal person. Hang out with friends or sit in your room reading a book all day. Stay innocent because trust me, knowing makes it harder to want to go back to a normal life. Let's move. Stay behind me and be quiet." I said opening the door for us to slide out. Surprisingly Lizzie listened and followed me along the edge of the building towards the hallway we came in from. We were almost there when footsteps started up behind us.
"When I say so I went you to take off in a dead sprint and get to my truck. There is an extra set of keys in the hollow space behind the glove box. If I don't come out assume the worst and get yourself out of here." I said to Lizzie. Her eyes widened but she nodded in acceptance as I turned to face the footsteps.
"Go!" I snapped before leveling my gun at the random guy standing in front of me and putting two bullets squarely in his left leg. He dropped as I moved past him towards the next aisle of boxes. The sound of a gun going off behind me made me turn back around to face the demon still sitting there now holding a gun and looking mighty pleased with himself.
"I'll give you credit for that one. Not all demons are as resourceful as you." I said then exorcised the demon right there. I watched as the smoke arced up and out of the warehouse. It was good that he was gone but that now meant that everyone else in this warehouse knew exactly where I was now. Turning to move back down the aisle a wave of pain crashed over me. The bullet hadn't made its mark to kill me but it was now buried in my side. It was almost amazing I hadn't noticed before I exorcised the guy. Hearing footsteps behind me I ran. No sense in keeping myself out in the open with at least two more demons running lose. Looping back around I slid back into the office Lizzie and I had hid in earlier. Yanking out my phone I dialed Sam.
"Hey Alex. We are just pulling up. You ready for us?" Sam asked as he answered.
"I was ready for you two ten minutes ago. Get in here and make sure Lizzie is in my truck waiting for me. She can't be in here. Not while she is so innocent. I took care of at least one of the demons when he got resourceful and tried to shoot me. Just get in here. I'm in the back office." I said. Sam tapped on the window of the office when they got inside.
"Lizzie was sitting in your truck when we pulled up. How many are you thinking" Sam asked.
"I only saw three but there could be up to six. There is too much stuff in the way to see the whole warehouse at once." I said.
"Spread out. Let's get this done quick." Dean said. Nodding I took one of the aisles that led to the section where the shelves had been knocked down. Just as I was about to turn the corner a demon came around holding another gun. Who on earth told demons that guns work to injure us just as much as knives do? Turning around I ducked tuned a stack of boxes cursing myself for not thinking these demons would be smart enough use guns. Most were fond of knives or using their powers. The wound in my side was still bleeding pretty badly but I was coping for now. Lucky me i wore a black t-shirt so the blood wasn't super visible. Peering back around I noticed the demon who had been hunting me. His back was now turned as he focused on something on the ground. My chance arose. Silently I slipped out from my hiding spot stalking up behind the guy with my knife at the ready. He turned around at the last second and struck a match before tossing it to the floor. I had fought demons before that had been fond of fire and how it hurt people. Somehow word had gotten around that I wasn't a big fan of it either. Yay me! The match hit the ground on a perfectly drawn circle of oil. An angel trap at its finest. I froze in place as the fire sped around on its track to complete the circle around me. Thinking fast I yanked my gun out and fired a couple devils trap bullets into the demon that had just trapped me. Until he got the bullets out he was as weak as a normal person would be. The issue was getting out of the trap circle without touching the fire. I had trapped my first angel at ten with my mom. When i dropped the match I stood too close to the circle and the leaping flames had singed my hands. I wasn't able to do anything properly with my fingers for almost a week. My mom and I trapped other angels over the next few years and every time the fire touched me I had issues. Something about the holy fire didn't agree with my skin in any way. Dean and Sam emerged from their sheltered spots. Deans blade still dripping from killing a demon recently. The one that trapped me must be the last one left.
"Hey, you want to put out this stupid fire for me." I asked waving. With my good hand. The other was down at my side trying to staunch the blood from my side wound. Sam tried to stomp out the fire while Dean finished off the last demon. The fire sprang back up every time when the air came flooding back to it.
"You're going to have to jump, I can't get it to go out!" Sam said. He was right, with all the dead bodies around we needed to get out of here before somebody found us here with them. The thing was I was going to have to touch the fire to do this.
"I- I can't." I stuttered looking up at Sam.
"Why not? We need to get going like now." Sam asked.
"I can't touch holy fire. I don't know why but it messes something up in my system." I said.
"I'm going to stomp down the fire a bit. When I do, run and jump over the lowered flames." Sam said. I nodded and backed up as far as I dared and waited till Sam gave me the signal to go. Just as I launched myself into the air the fire started climbing on the edge of the trap again. I felt the flames lick my shins as I tucked into a roll to land. I landed smoothly ending up sitting on the floor a few feet from the circle. There was a thin layer of soot on my shins where the fire had licked me. I had never been burnt on the legs before and I had no idea what the repercussions of this were going to be.
"Alex, let's go." Sam said coming up next to me. I yanked myself to my feet quickly regretting it when my vision spotted black. I was still loosing blood from the stupid bullet and now it was making me dizzy. I stumbled foreword a few steps before Sam caught me.
"Whoa there. You sure you're okay?" Sam asked.
"I'm fine." I snapped shoving him away and trying to take a few more steps before Dean caught me. His hand hit my side almost exactly where the bullet was buried and I involuntarily shied away from him. There was blood on his hand as he pulled away a bit.
"You are not fine Alex." He said.
"I need to get Lizzie home then I need to get going. I'm meeting somebody in a few days and I have some driving to do." I said standing up straighter.
"No. We can't let you go off driving to who knows where when you can't even walk in a straight line." Dean snapped at me. Sam had joined us and we were no standing in an awkward circle in the middle of the warehouse.
"Alex, you can barely stand let alone walk or drive anywhere." Sam said. I shook my head and pushed away from Dean to walk towards the main doors. I was well into the hallway to the side door where I stashed my backpack with extra supplies in it. Quickly I yanked it open and pulled out a couple gauze pads taping it over the wound in my side. Sam came down the hallway first just as I zipped the backpack shut. I slung the bag over my shoulder as I stood up to run. As i made it to my feet the world spotted black again as i swayed on my feet. Sam caught me before I hit the ground but I couldn't muster the energy to stand up again.
"No more Alex. Dean you drive Lizzie home. I'm taking her to the bunker." Sam said directing the last sentence to Dean. With that I was scooped up into Sam's arms and carried out to the impala. There must have been a blanket or something over the back seat because I wasn't laying directly on the seat. Dean had taken my keys and I could hear my truck pull away as he drove Lizzie home. Sam turned on the impala ad headed towards the highway. Somewhere along the way I blacked out because I don't remember anything past the in ramp.
Please Review if you have time. Criticism is always great. Give me your theories as to what you think is up with Alex, She has visions, like Sam's, and she can't touch holy fire, like angels. I'm curious as to what you guys think.
