Chapter Two
Sam and Dean had been forced too duck and wait for what seemed like forever before everyone had left the area, waiting had been no fun. They learned little more than what they had overheard. The group had mentioned though that this 'Immortalis' was a daughter of a man named Riley Darko, and his wife Sara Darko.
They had used past tense words in talking about them, thus they were most likely dead. As was her brother and five others whom had supposedly made her life a living hell. She died at eighteen. And they commented on how slowly she aged. What had surprised the brothers was hearing she could age. She had died some thirty, high twenty years back. The Towns people blamed themselves, why? Dean and Sam needed too find it out.
Sam and Dean had finally been able to start up the Chevy Impala and searched for an Inn or hotel seeing as the brothers seemed to have located the place they were needed next. Right here, stumbling onto another case. They located a small, but okay looking hotel and drove in, renting a room.
They had tried for a solid three hours too get people too talk in the town. But they just looked nervice, the name Immortalis making them wince, most the people even started a sweat and got shifting eyes. Lying, asking what was wrong with them, and insisting it was a stupid unreal legend. Fear was in their eyes, as if talking about her would bring her out.
Then they had gone to the library. And they found something extremely startling. Nothing. What they found was blacked out newspapers. They had erased Immortalis from history, but not their minds obviously. And she didn't seem too pleased about it at all.
Now here they were, passing a large park with an unusual fog in it, everywhere outside the park was absolutely fine. No fog, it was rather warm even. But than a scream shattered the silence. They noticed no one was out side; it was also only five in the afternoon.
"HELP ME!"
A loud brutal scream for help shattered the deathly quite. Dean slammed on the breaks. Sam unrolled the window. And they listened. Another scream. Cries for help, they were human. At least they sounded it, and in the voice was pure agony. Dean and Sam jumped out of the car. Dean ran too the trunk, opened it and pulled out two hand guns, giving one too Sam.
"Ill go left, you go right" he said simply before bounding off, Sam sighed and headed left. He was tense. Walking slowly until another scream erupted some ten feet or so ahead of him. He sped up. Looking a girl was crying and calling for help, she was rocking herself. But an inhuman feeling was about her.
He aimed his gun at her, hesitating. He didn't want too shoot, seeing as he didn't know if she was a victim or the tormenter. She screamed and twisted around, disappearing.
Than she reappeared ten feet away. Disappearing again.
Only the next time she reappeared she was behind Sam, her arms wrapped around his hand. Twisting his hand, making it seem as if the gun was pointed at him.
A loud gun show echoed.