Hey everyone!

I know, super early update, but with the lack of good internet, I've been writing more lately. That and Five Finger Death Punch is GREAT inspiration for this story for some reason. :3

Anyhow, I hope you all enjoy!

I hopped off the RV, looking up at the familiar cream colored walls of my house. It wasn't anything too fancy, but it was a pretty nice house, I'll admit. Two story with, as I said, cream colored walls and black trimming. A two car garage and a nice front and backyard for me and all my friends to run around in.

"Home at last." My aunt said as she walked up beside me with a smile. "Did you have fun?" I snorted.

"Did I have fun?" I repeated. "I got to meet a fucking Creepypasta, live past the Jersey Devil trying to murder my face, and then there was that weird ass Wendigo, and don't forget that fucking poltergeist that decided it was a good idea to pull my hair-" My aunt laughed and waved me off.

"Alright, alright." She breathed. "I get it. You had a blast and did things no one could dream of doing." I nodded and started walking up the pathway to the front door. I jogged up the steps and opened the door, feeling the cool air as I walked in.

"Ma!" I called. "I'm back!"

Not even two minutes in the house and I'm tackled to the ground.

I hit the carpet with a thump and I groaned loudly.

"Oh my god, get the fuck off me!" I yelled irritably.

"Allie, my man, I fucking missed your face bro!" I looked up at my best friend and frowned playfully.

"Really, Frankie? Couldn't tell…" I muttered and punched his arm lightly. He grinned, a small dimple on his left cheek standing out as his green eyes glowed with happiness.

"Maybe I should tackle you again and then you'll understand." He joked, brushing some of his brown hair out of his face. I laughed and shook my head just as my little sister came rushing down the stairs.

"Frankie no fair!" She scowled. "I said I wanted to be the first to greet Allie!"

"You snooze, you lose, man." The brunette shrugged and gave Rosemary an innocent smile. Rosemary gave him the most sinister death glare and he audibly yelped and dived behind me.

"Same me from the demon!" He cried and I snorted.

"You're on your own, bro." I stated and he looked at me with mock hurt. Just then, my brother calmly came down the stairs.

"Hey sis, nice to see you again." He said with a smile. "Have fun on your trip?"

"Yeah, dude, you gotta tell us everything man!" Frankie said while popping up to the sitting position.

"Yeah, Allie! I wanna hear about the Wendigo!" Rosemary chimed in.

"You guys are stupid." I looked over and frowned at another friend of mine, Matthew. The blonde just stood with his arms crossed and face set in a nearly permanent frown.

"I turned down at least ten summer gigs while you were gone," He told me, completely going into manager mode as I rolled my eyes. "Ten of them, all because we didn't have our lead."

"Well, excuse me princess." I drawled sarcastically. "My mom said I had to either go to summer school or with my aunt and fuck summer school." Frankie snorted and nodded in agreement. Matthew hardened his glare at us.

"Right." He deadpanned. "Whatever. You better be ready for the other shows we got booked this year then."

"Yeah, yeah," I waved him off. "You know the drill, weekends and shit, okay? We can't miss school." He snorted and walked off into the kitchen. Frankie busted into random laughter and I elbowed him in the ribs.

"Sorry, sorry." He giggled. "I just think it's hilarious when he tries to act all big and bad, you know?"

"Ditto," I agreed. "Anyways, you guys wanted stories, right?"

"Fuck yes." Dalton stated as he sat on the couch besides us. I realized then that we were still sitting on the floor and got up, brushing myself off as I sat beside my brother. Frankie, on the other hand, laid on his side, propping a knee up in that 'paint me like one of your French girls' pose. I rolled my eyes and kicked at him as he laughed and moved away, laying casually. My little sister squeaked excitedly and bounded over to the couch to nearly tackle me over as she sat next to me. I laughed and began telling them about my summer, while they listened intently.

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Dinner was normal… well, as normal as it can get in my family. We had my friends/bandmates with us and Aunt Valerie even decided to stay the night before she hit the road again. Most of my bandmates wanted to know how my summer was, aside from Frankie because he already knew. I just gave them the rundown of everything that happened and they were a bit skeptical, but just shrugged it off and went with it. I think Frankie and Rosemary were the only ones that really believed me anyways.

"Wait, wait," Stephan, our bass/guitar player interrupted. "A fucking wendigo wanted to eat your soul?"

"Pretty much." I answered dully, swirling my fork into the plate of spaghetti.

"Okay, but why? Wouldn't it want your flesh rather than soul?" Roxy piped in. She was the drummer and a damn good one at that. She also knew a fair amount of supernatural information, but was still a bit of a skeptic.

"That's true…" Rosemary agreed. "Why'd it want your soul?" I shrugged.

"Who knows man…" I muttered. "It was a crazy cannibal."

"Well, then it definitely wouldn't make sense that it wanted your soul, right?" Amy chirped, taking a bit of her food elegantly. Who the hell eats spaghetti elegantly?

"I don't know." I replied. "That's what it said, man. It wanted my soul for some goddamn reason…"

"Weird…" Frankie muttered. "Maybe it's special." This caused half the group to snort and laugh at the statement.

"Special like some special brownies, right?" Stephan laughed.

"Yeah, probably wanted to get high on some soul energy." Roxy agreed and I shook my head.

"You guys are terrible." I sighed and they laughed again.

"So," Katherine, our other vocalist and strings player piped in. "Anything else?"

"I met the Mothman." I stated and they gave me the most skeptical, weirded out look I've ever seen. Even Aunt Valerie gave me a look of surprise.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Stephan said as he held his arms up in front of him. "You met the Mothman? Like, the dude from the bridge incident at Point Pleasant?" I nodded and my aunt furrowed her brows.

"When was this?" She asked and I smiled sheepishly.

"Uh… the boiler room?" I muttered meekly and Amy gave me a look of horror.

"You were dumb enough to follow the Mothman into a boiler room?" Roxy commented. "Allie, I know you're blonde, but come on."

"Oh shuddup." I snapped. "What's life without taking a risk, eh? Besides, he didn't do anything aside from ramble about some weird ass stuff."

"Weird ass stuff?" Frankie asked. "I didn't hear about this…"

"Me either." Rosemary chirped. "Tell us!" I groaned and rubbed a temple, trying to remember exactly what the guy had said.

"He said something about… me being a savior and usurping some tyrant…" I said, brows furrowed. "And something about how he didn't want to say anything because it'll 'change everything and end our very lives'…"

"Allie…" My aunt said seriously, causing us all to look at her. "Why didn't you tell me about this? This sounds very serious." I shrugged.

"I don't know." I replied. "It just felt… odd? Like, maybe he got me confused with—"

"Allie, the Mothman is a prophet." She said sternly. "He knows what's going to happen before it happens. If he said something that involves you… it can't be good." The table fell silent at my aunt's words. I narrowed my eyes at the table.

"Why me?" I snapped and looked up at her with my angered gaze. "I didn't want any of this. Why can't he just go find someone else to do whatever?" My aunt gave me a sympathetic look, one which I loathed since I was little.

"Allie, I don't know." She told me honestly. "I don't know why. I'll… I'll do some research, okay? There's got to be some explanation for this." I sighed and looked away, not really caring at that moment.

I didn't want to be some hero. I wanted to do nothing more than to go back to my normal life, playing music, going to school, being the crazy sister and friend I was. I wanted to pretend that the whole event with the Mothman and everything never happened.

After dinner, we cleaned up and said goodbye to my friends before getting ready for bed. I flopped in my bed, letting out a groan as it felt so much better than hotel beds and the RV. I nuzzled my face into my pillow, feeling myself beginning to slip off into sleep.

You have no idea what you have brought upon yourself… do you?

I frowned and furrowed my brows. What'd he mean by that, anyways? I groaned and rolled over. I didn't want to think about this.

I just wanted to sleep.

Sleep and forget this ever happened.

Alright!

So now we're going to start getting into the thick of things! I'm still going to try and take it slow, but I'm moving onto the plot of my story now. I hope you all enjoy and if you like it, favorite and comment! It means a lot to me and it's what keeps me writing. :)

Thanks and I'll see you all in the next update!