After I follow the co-ordinates and a digital compass I have with me, which may I add is more than the Winchesters have! Okay, so yeah, I'm rather smug when it comes to times like these. So sue me! I manage to follow a route into Black Water Ridge that is right in the heart of this huge wood. I can hear the brothers talking with the scout as well as the woman and her younger brother.
I stay hidden in the bushes the whole time, and try my best to stay as quiet as possible when it occurs to me at the same time as everyone else, it is TOO quiet. No birds in the trees, so insects buzzing- nothing. This is seriously weird, and I've seen some weird crap in my time of hunting. I look through the bushes, just enough to see everyone come to the point where they spot shredded tents, and the girl exclaims how it is her brother's tent and belongings. Yet her brother, nor his friends are anywhere to be seen. No single clue of them still being nearby. Just their destroyed belongings. I slowly creep watching my step so to make the least amount of noise as possible, to try and get a better look. I watch Sam pull Dean away from the group, and look through their father's journal, whilst talking some more. At the same time I'm here wracking my brain why all of this seemed ever so familiar yet different at the same time.
Then it occurs to me….
"Wendigo Dean…these are seriously dangerous monsters…we gotta get these people out of here." I hear Sam say at the same time it occurs to me in my mind. This is the same thing that killed my parents and tried to kill me. Okay, so maybe not the EXACT wendigo that did that evil act, but it is the same type of monster. My blood begins to boil inside me, my need for revenge is building back up, my fists clenching tightly as my teeth grind together. Sam is right, these people need to get out of this wood and now. If a Wendigo IS on the prowl here, and doing these killings then this lot staying in here is the biggest problem and mistake they could make. They are practically offering themselves on a platter for this thing. I'm not so worried about myself, I mean… I survived one Wendigo attack, I'm pretty certain I can survive another one.
"Dean..?" I watch Sam ask his brother, as if trying to get through to him. I squint my eyes to try and focus on Dean and see his expression. Dean is remembering something. Something that Sam has seemed to forget… me. I watch as Dean snaps out of his thoughts and turn to his brother, hiding inside what he is just thinking about. I'm listening in as Dean speaks about not hearing of one of these things so far West. I know he is just covering himself, he always does. Yet here both of us are, remembering that fateful night. He is remembering the old Mika- the one he fell in love with, and all I can think of is my parents being killed and myself barely escaping, and crying out for Dean but my stubbornness holding me back from him. Sam walks back to the group with Dean in tow, saying how things have got complicated- well DUH! Well done Captain Obvious! Seriously, sometimes I wonder about Sam, for an intelligent genius he can sure point out the obvious and be dumb! Is it obvious yet what a total bitch I've become towards those two? Yes? Good.
Listening to the group refusing to leave until they find the chick's brother Tommy is making my blood boil. What part 'things have got dangerously complicated?' don't they seem to understand?! Argh, they make me wanna jump out of hiding and slap them all, but I know Dean will pop one in my ass thinking I'm the Wendigo or just pop a cap in my ass for the sheer hell of his own pure enjoyment. Either way, I'd get a bullet in my ass and won't get the kill for myself. So I will have to stay in hiding and follow them this way, and damn this sucks.
Looking up I can see it's going to be night soon, just before Dean says it out loud, and starts flicking through their dad's journal for the protection sigils and etching them into the dirt around them. Now they have an advantage over me, and as it's getting dark I'm going to be seriously screwed. Like Dean just previously said, Wendigoes are stronger hunters at night than they are in daytime. Without any kind of protection out here I'm the one on the creature's platter with a neon sign saying "EAT ME". I actually wish I can see the sigils in the dirt better, so I can copy them and be in some kind of safety. Not even hiding in the trees is exactly safe right now either. Yet it might give me some kind of advantage, somehow. Looking around I try to find the most stable tree, and begin to climb it. A branch cracks in the silence, and I close my eyes, mentally beating myself for the sound.
Of course, this alerts the boys and distracts them from their little brotherly chat, and Sam's complaints about their dad not being here. I glance down below me, and see the boys stand up and look around, if they see me now I'm screwed. So I quickly climb the tree a bit quicker than before and hide in the branches, when more twigs are heard snapping. This time it isn't me, as all of us suddenly look around trying to pinpoint where it is coming from. Soon after the twigs on the ground start snapping we can all hear cries for help deep in the woods. Dean is telling them it's the Wendigo's way of trying to draw them out of safety so it can grab them one by one. Then Roy the "escort" here has to be a dumb son of a bitch, by pointing his rifle out into the woods and fire at the blur running around us all.
"Roy you dumb bitch…" I whisper to myself, now he's gone and made it incredibly mad and more pissed off than ever. It's taking every muscle in my body to stop myself from jumping down out of the tree and stopping Roy from running out into the woods. I then give it a think, meh. If he's stupid enough to get himself killed then so be it. I can't care less. He seems like a little bitch and self absorbed dick anyway. Yeah, I'm growing more and more heartless. All I need to care about is not being spotted by the brothers, and Dean figuring out I'm not this Kenzi Hart person, and I'm actually Mika Chambers- his school time girlfriend. That, and keeping myself alive at the moment, so I can continue being a pain in their ass before MAYBE coming clean of who I am. Coming clean of who I really am? Nah… I'll stick to being someone else thanks. As long as Dean doesn't kill himself, then that's the most important thing. I'd rather be in the shadows keeping him alive than telling the truth.
Next morning arrives, and I'm still alive somehow. The wendigo didn't spot me in the tree and I haven't somehow fallen out of the damn thing. I'm telling y'all now? This is not the most comfortable place to sleep in. I've got marks all over my body I swear from twigs and branches digging into my body where I positioned myself to lock my body into the tree, on this wide branch. My feet have gone dead, and I'm balancing on the branch as I shake the feeling back into my feet before I can even begin to think about climbing down far enough, to jump out of the tree. From here I'm getting a good view of Sam sitting by a torn down tree, his back leaning against the stump that is left, with John's journal in his grasp. He seems to be in deep thought, and my heart for a very brief moment softens to feel sorry for him. He lost his mom Mary, his girlfriend Jessica, and now they can't find their Dad. He's practically an orphan with Dean now. I would say like myself, but I still have Bobby. Shaking the warm sympathetic feelings out of my mind and heart, I slowly make my way down the tree, but not so far down that the group will spot me from their location. I watch as Sam stands up and walks over to the group telling Dean he's in for the kill before explaining to the chick and her younger brother that a Wendigo was once a Native American man or settler, who was forced to become a cannibal out desperation for food. Over time that desperation for food changes the man into what we now know as a Wendigo- something not quite human, and yet still have a humanoid body- all it being anorexic looking with a demonic looking face.
Listening to Dean explain all of this, sends the memory of my folks back through my mind and then sitting at Bobby's looking through his books on Wendigoes and reading up on them. Bobby of course, always told me to not look at those pages, as it would only bring back those nightmares of memories and give me possible post-traumatic syndrome. I shook his words off and did what I wanted anyway. I continue to watch the group like a ninja in the bushes and listen on as I hear Dean say how guns and knives are completely useless on a wendigo. Great… that's all I have on me. So fire is the only thing that can kill these damn things, and I don't really have anything on me that can create a decent sized fire to harm this thing. I'm still determined to get to it before the brothers, but I may as well use them as a shield for the time being, and use them to find it, then I'll just jump in ahead and get the kill first.
It didn't seem long until the chick whose name is in fact Hayley, but names mean nothing to me at the moment. If I register names, there will become this unseen attachment and that means I have a duty to protect them like the brothers are protecting them. That doesn't work with me. I'm sick of protecting people when I don't have to. Sure, my job requires saving people and I'm all for saving people. Don't get me wrong, I do wanna save their asses, but feeling the NEED to go out of my way and protect them in that getting attached to them as people sort of thing? Not my cup of tea anymore. I can't let my emotions get in the way, I'm here to hunt, first and fore mostly. Following the group's heads up into the trees, I see like they do the lifeless body of that dick from the previous night-Roy.
So the wendigo killed him like I predicted it would, and left him strung up like a trophy in the trees. Seeing the ragged mess Roy is left in, I'm disgusted out of natural instinct, and yet not surprised he got that sort of treatment. Roy was a dick, simple as. Serves the son of a bitch right for thinking he knew better than the brothers. Yet this means the wendigo is nearby, and the tracks we are all following are purposely laid out for us. It is a trap for us, so the Wendigo can snatch us all off easier than before, balls. Hearing Dean and Sam say how they should run and run quickly to some sort of safety, I can't help but agree with them. So, I'm all for running at this point, but if I start running, they'll hear me and my whole ninja idea will be pretty much be blown, so I stand still and let them take a head start, seeing Ben fall over and when I look up I see Dean and Hayley have disappeared. "Dammit Dean you idjit!" I mutter under my breath in a hushed whisper.
Sam will never survive with this clumsy kid on his own now Dean has gone and got himself kidnapped by the Wendigo. It seems I have no choice now, so with an annoyed roll of my eyes and sigh I break into a run and purposely fake a pant with my breath, to make it look like I haven't been on their tails all this entire time. "Sam!? Where's Dean and that chick!?" I ask, slowing my breath down slowly, to make it look like it is more of an effort to breathe normally than it actually is. Posing myself in the stereotypical, hunch over, hands on knees pose whilst 'catching my breath' before standing up straight and looking at the younger Winchester brother in the eye.
"Kenzi!? What the hell are you doing here? How did you get out of those cuffs!?" Sam questions me in a suspicious manner, but I can hear this teeny tiny heightened tone of being impressed by my presence here right now. "You and Dean aren't the only ones who are good at the great escape kiddo. But hey, if I didn't show my face you'd be one decent hunter down." I explain to him, just because I'm confronted with Sammy boy, doesn't mean my cockiness will cease to exist. I watch him roll his eyes at my cockiness, but it doesn't bother me. Nothing bothers me anymore, or so I like to think. Both Sam's and my conversation gets cut short though when the kid walks on ahead about five steps and calls Sam's name. Looking to where the kid is pointing, I walk to the spot with Sam and see a trail of M&Ms laying on the ground.
"Good one Ben! Can always trust Dean to find a way of making a clue to follow…" Sam spoke smiling, glad to see Dean used the candy for something other than eating. I myself, am impressed Dean could think of something that clever full stop. "So... who is the chick again Sam?" Ben asks, walking on ahead as I trail my feet behind the boys. "That's Kenzi Hart, she's a hunter like me and Dean. Though, her and Dean don't exactly see eye to eye. History…" Sam says to Ben, which makes me quicken my pace and walk beside Sam and look at Ben. "Not that it's any of your business. Hi, Kenzi" I say to Ben, introducing myself to him.
If I'm going to be with these two, I may as well look remotely pleasant to be with. Ben just nods at my introduction and continues to follow the candy on the floor. "I'm Ben," He replies to me, not looking me in the eye. I can tell by his body language he finds me intimidating, and that I'm perfectly fine with. I'll let Ben be Sam's problem, and the wendigo will be my problem. What seems like forever, the candy trail leads us to an old abandoned underground mine in the woods. It even has this worn out chipped away warning sign to stay out. How quaint and cliché. I walk on ahead and push some wooden planks out of the way and head inside, going against my instincts and not switching on my flashlight to see where I'm going. I don't wanna alert the wendigo just yet. I hear Sam calling out my name in a hushed manner, to wait up and not go in alone. Jumping down a few make shift rock steps, I land in a floor of bones and skulls from victims of the past.
I hear the boys climbs down after me, but both being clumsy as ever, fall down instead and clatter into the bones below. "Boys…" I mutter in an irritated tone of voice, and walk on ahead seeing Dean and Hayley hung up by their hands in a lit up cove. Sam and Ben follow me closely behind, and I walk up to Dean, checking him over out of instinct. "Not who I wanted to be my knight in shining armour…" Dean complains in a tone of voice that shows what pain he is in. "Oh shut up be thankful I'm saving your ass at all!" I say back to him, as Sam walks up and cuts Dean's bounds lose, and Dean slumps down into both of our bodies, as I remove his wrist bounds and chuck the dirty rope down on the floor.
Sam hands Ben the knife to free his sister, and I watch as he does so, as she spots their older brother Tommy still alive. With Dean giving me evil glares right now, I go off and help Ben and Hayley free Tommy. "Thank you," Hayley says to me as I help out and all I do is nod in acknowledgement. She didn't like the look of me by my car the day previously, and yet she still showed me kindness just now. It has been a long time since I witnessed kindness from someone who didn't like me, so I don't know how to respond other than a nod. "We gotta get these guys out of here, so you two get them out." I say to Sam and Dean, and for that I receive looks from the both of them that shout 'I don't think so!' I'm not surprised by the looks at all, Dean never liked the idea of a female hunter being as good if not better than him.
"You're coming with us where I can keep my eye on you at all times, Miss Houdini!" Dean negotiates, with such malice in his voice, I can practically taste the bad feelings he has for me on my lips. Yet his eyes say something completely different strangely. "Right you two, stop bickering and let's get moving." Sam speaks up, standing between us using his taller frame to barricade himself between us so we won't start some kind of fisty cuffs. Though I wouldn't waste my punches on Dean, I wasn't so sure Dean would waste his on me. With sighs coming from both of our lips, we look onwards as Sam begins to explain the route we just took to find them, and that's the route we'll take to get out again.