Chapter Eleven
The First Premonition
"Hi, may I please speak to Pediatrician - Doctor Michael Granger?...yes, thank you…" There was a long pause. "Michael, hey, it's me. I just called – sorry to bother you – but I can't do dinner tonight. Some stuff has come up. Give me a call when you can, 'kay? I uh love you, b-bye."
Her hand fumbled to push down the small OFF button on the phone. Amy couldn't understand why she was still shaking. Of course, she had woken up on the floor and found Sharpie written across her wall – in her writing – and Dean and Sam were still in her room figuring things out.
This is actually happening. Just like the movies or T.V. shows. Where's Buffy when you need her? Or Brendan Fraser?
Her legs were dangling off the edge of the kitchen island. She sat quietly with the phone by her side. It was around five-thirty now.
Barely two days…and look what happens…
Amy buried her face in her hands. She couldn't understand this. Why me? Why not someone who actually knows how to use this?
Why have Dean and Sam suffered so much…
She looked up when she heard the sound of steps toward her. Sam approached her with a plain smile.
He came into the kitchen and stood beside her – with Amy sitting down on the island, she was now the same height with Sam.
"More than likely it's the artifact's translation," Sam conveyed.
"I don't even remember…" Amy started, unsure of how to finish. "Everything is blank to me…you said you saw your girlfriend?"
Sam nodded slowly. "She said she's with us – us as in Dean, me…and you…"
Revealing himself, Dean came walking out quickly from the hallway. He carried the artifact and a piece of notebook paper where he copied the paragraph written on the wall.
"Does it help at all?" Amy asked.
Dean sighed and shrugged. "We know now that eight people have to die…which means Natiskawa is going after two more people…but the part about the…" He looked down at his handwriting. "Here… 'eight lives must witness your glorious return'…is it talking about the eight she's supposed to kill…or eight more people…"
"I think it's the second theory," Amy added.
Sam nodded. "I agree."
Dean agreed as well. He sighed once again and said, "Well…this is what we've gathered so far…Natiskawa has taken the powers and lives of six psychic females…and she needs two more…and then with her 'glorious return' eight people have to be there…so she's trying to come back…"
"Why is she taking so much time to do this?" Amy asked. "It's been about three weeks now since the murders started…"
Sam thought for a moment and Dean answered, "My guess…she's taken over a human body…and apparently she has this mystic wind which is helping her out – my guess an old Magi spirit – so maybe she's not strong enough or has the ability to do eight people in at once."
"And how does she get to them?" Amy asked.
Sam responded, "She's luring them in…Carolina Grimes went out for her regular routine walks and walked four miles to where she was killed…everyone else was killed in desolate places or in empty buildings…"
"Okay, so, if Natiskawa is going after psychics…why can't these people save themselves? You'd think they'd be able to detect this-" Amy started.
"She's foiling with them," Dean interrupted. "I guess it's part of her power as well."
"You realize she's moving along faster now…" Amy put in. "Which means the last two psychics she needs…she's going to make sure she gets them."
The kitchen grew quiet. The same question was on everyone's minds: How to find the seventh target?
O.O.O.O.O.
The eleven-year-old girl was setting the table with the glass dishes. She was being careful not to drop anything. Her older brother with the same black hair stood beside her pouring drinks. The two talked and laughed in unison. The parents came from the side and joined the table. A mother placed dishes of food on the table and apparently instructed the family to sit down.
Watching from across the street, the man stood by a large oak tree, hidden away from shadows. His pale eyes watched the girl hungrily.
O.O.O.O.O.
Amy was out on the balcony wearing her leather jacket. The wind was blowing more frequently and darkness swept across the sky more quickly.
Sam was on the laptop in the living room trying to find a way to translate the Egyptian phrase: Anhuh taka setwi ronya giy dalynubis.
Dean was at Amy's computer in her bedroom. He was online finding more information of the Egyptian Treasures opening at the museum. On the screen was a picture of the second artifact presumably found in the sarcophagus of Natiskawa. He stared at the writing closely and compared it with the artifact in his hands. The same type of symbols and Magi writing were found but the order was different – the addition of more Magi writing did not help.
O.O.O.O.O.
The parents were in the den watching T.V. The older boy was sitting at the table, remains of their dinner still left there, apparently doing homework of some kind.
The young girl came out the side of the house with her hand attached to a dark leash which was attached to a small brown Labrador.
Bending down, the girl unclipped the leash and the dog ran free in the side yard.
"Zoë, don't be out long! Once Maxi is done, bring her straight back in!" her mother called out loud.
The little girl responded with a wave through one of the windows.
Zoë clapped her hands together and called for the dog.
There was no answer.
"Maxi! Maxi!" Zoë called out.
Finally, she heard the small whimpering of her dog. Zoë went deeper into the side yard where she searched the large bushes.
When her eyes looked up, she saw her dog scratching a tree with its small claws.
"There you are Maxi," Zoë sighed, relieved.
But suddenly, Zoë turned her head frantically around. There was no one there. But she felt it. "Ok, c'mon Maxi, time to go…"
The dog was gone.
"Maxi…" Zoë whispered angrily. She tugged at her black jacket tighter around her.
Slowly, Zoë crossed into the next yard in search of her dog.
O.O.O.O.O.
Sam continued his research but the only phrase he could come up with was: The cheese and fish load are broken.
"Damn translator," Sam cursed. He clicked the X box on the corner of the screen and went on with a new link.
O.O.O.O.O.
Amy's eyes were narrowed at the trees. Did she see something? Why couldn't she pull her eyes away from the tree? Had there been movement? No. Nothing. It was just the wind. But why was she feeling so paranoid suddenly.
She had a stomach ache now. Last time I have alcohol, I swear…
But the pain was now growing stronger. Amy knew it was no longer a pain in her stomach but a nauseated feeling. The pain was rushing through her head. She touched her temple and tried to take deep breaths.
Her heart was racing. She could hear it pounding within her.
What the hell…
Everything seemed to be spinning now. Amy closed her eyes for a moment and tried to focus back on what she was looking at…trees…wind…
It was no use. New images were filling her mind now…
The alleyway…a sign on the street clearly read Red Vine Avenue…
The little girl…she seemed happy at first that she had found her lost dog…the dog was barking wildly at her…the little girl took a step forward…she walked into the alleyway…she walked into the dark shadows…
He came out from behind her.
He was smiling…
She was screaming suddenly. She fell back against the wind, her black hair flying wildly across her face.
She cried. She screamed more…
Red Vine Avenue…
When Amy opened her eyes she suddenly found Sam tugging at her shoulders. He was yelling for Dean to come.
Dean approached the two and asked frantically, "What happened?"
"I dunno – she was having a fit or something…" Sam explained.
Amy realized what had happened. She took in a deep breath and cried out, "Christ…oh my God…Red Vine Avenue-"
"Red Vine Avenue-" Sam asked.
"We have to go!" Amy screamed. She took a hold of Sam's sleeve and Dean's shirt. Amy led them out from the balcony.
Dean grabbed his jacket on the couch as Amy dragged them away.
"Amy, what's-"
"RED VINE AVENUE DAMMIT! WE HAVE TO GO! A LITTLE GIRL…!" Amy screamed.
She was followed quickly by the Winchesters as they chased after her out the door.
O.O.O.O.O.
There was no explanation for it. She didn't understand how she had walked so far up the street. She was almost into town now. She looked up and Zoë saw a building made entirely of brick. There were closed, lightless stores up the street.
"Maxi…" Zoë plainly called out. She had to find her dog. So, she continued on her walk.
O.O.O.O.O.
The three sat in the black Impala – Dean driving, Sam in the passenger seat, and Amy sitting in-between them.
"Turn left!" Amy called out.
Dean swerved around a corner and sped up.
"Red Vine Avenue is about three or four blocks away – there are some stores there that I've been too…" Amy muttered.
"You got a premonition," Sam recalled. "What exactly was it of…"
Amy gulped and took a deep breath. "We just have to get there. She's just a little girl…"
O.O.O.O.O.
"Maxi…" she whispered hoarsely. It was colder now. Her jacket wasn't warm enough.
Her hand was limp by her side as she held the black leash in-between her small fingers.
"Maxi…" Zoë whispered.
O.O.O.O.O.
"There there there – go go go! Turn right!" Amy screamed at Dean.
He followed her orders and turned swiftly against the corners. The streets were barely filled and Dean was sure to go fast enough to where the police wouldn't slow them down.
Sam leaned over and opened the glove box.
Amy turned and watched what he pulled out.
He held a black and a metallic handgun in each hand.
"Hope this works," Sam sighed. He checked the cartridges for bullets and found the guns were fully loaded.
She looked at the weapons with wide eyes and leaned back slightly as Sam handed Dean the black one.
"It has to," Dean finished. He turned the corner again and the sound of the tires squealing filled the street.
O.O.O.O.O.
The Labrador seemed to be limping. She whined at the pain on one of her hind legs.
Zoë followed the sound of her dog's cry and walked into an alleyway. "Oh, Maxi…" she sobbed quietly, seeing her dog's pain.
Coming to her dog, Zoë knelt down by the animal and touched its cold fur.
A shadow emerged on one of the brick walls of the alley. Zoë turned around slowly.
O.O.O.O.O.
"Here it is!" Amy yelled. "Keep going down the street – we have to get to the alley!"
Dean increased speed and when they came to the street where the sign of Red Vine Avenue was seen the car stopped abruptly and Sam and Amy came out quickly on one side while Dean came out on the other. The two brothers held the gun tight in their grip as they followed Amy who had taken off down the sidewalk.
Her white sneakers slapped against the pavement and her eye flew wildly behind her.
Amy came to the familiar place she had imaged ten minutes before. Her eyes searched and she found an opening of an alleyway.
She increased the number of her steps and she came to the opening.
Her eyes found the man standing above the girl who couldn't get up from the ground. A dog was sitting behind her, barking loudly.
"HEY!" Amy screamed.
The man turned around and looked at her. His eyes were black and they were glowing with dark light.
Dean and Sam quickly came behind her and they found the man as well.
Zoë was crying loudly and she was screaming, "Help me, please!" Her voice squeaked against the cold wind.
The man was smiling – his gaze was straight at Amy.
Dean stood in front of Amy, ready to fire, but before he could pull the trigger the wind that had pinned the small girl to the ground moved itself and flew toward the three.
Dean and Sam both flew back several feet and they landed back into the street.
Oh God…Amy thought desperately.
She did the first thing she thought of: Amy ran as fast as she could at the man to try and push him hard into the brick wall.
But it was as simple as catching a butterfly.
The man grabbed Amy and his large, tanned hand wrapped easily around her neck.
He pushed her into the wall and Amy felt her back collide hard into the wall.
"Agh," Amy cried out, feeling pain rush through her spine and back of her head.
"How interesting…" the man whispered close to her face.
Amy looked deep into the black eyes and she gritted her teeth.
"Bitch," Amy muttered.
The man grew angry and he narrowed his eyes at her. He picked her up with his hand so easily – he was so strong – and he threw Amy off to the side and she fell on her back once more.
He advanced upon the screaming girl once again.
As he knelt down to her, Amy was now suddenly on his back. Her legs were dangled around his waist as her arm wrapped around his neck, trying to choke the life out of him.
He struggled with her. His strength was not of much help now.
When he was finally lowering his body, Amy quickly jumped down and she faced the man completely.
How dare you…
Amy suddenly spun around and she back-kicked the man swiftly into the wall. He collided hard and slid down to the ground.
Zoë was still crying when Amy reached her. The small girl was now holding her small puppy in her arms.
Amy helped the girl stand and she brought her face up close with the child. "Go – run home as fast as you can – don't stop running."
Nodding, the child sniffed back the tears and ran away with her dog in her arms.
Before Amy could go and check on Dean and Sam – who were slowly rising from the street – Amy felt a hand around her ankle and she fell on her side.
The man was quickly advancing on her now.
"No!" Amy cried, trying to fight off his arms which were wrapping around her waist.
She kicked and squirmed.
The man slowly looked up and saw Dean and Sam getting up.
Amy felt her body drop back down to the ground.
Her eyes followed the man as he ran to the end of the alleyway and climbed up a black metal ladder against the building. Quickly, he was up on by the top of the roof. Before he disappeared from sight, his eyes went back toward Amy once more.
Amy watched as he disappeared and suddenly heard a gunshot.
Her head turned and she saw Dean and Sam who were both pointing their guns to the top of the building.
Dean and Sam checked the area and both came to Amy's aid.
She stood up on her own and rubbed her sore arm. Her eyes looked down and she saw the leather had torn on her right shoulder.
"You okay?" Sam asked weakly. He rubbed his head in pain and his back ached as well.
Dean, who seemed to have a problem with his knee, cringed at his own pain and took a step toward Amy.
Her face had a slight smudge by her chin.
She nodded to Sam's question.
"The little girl got away," Sam sighed in relief.
Amy looked up to where the man has escaped.
"So, that was Natiskawa…" Amy noted.
Dean took a deep breath and said, "Well, Amy gets definite brownie points – she gets the vision, she doesn't get pushed into the street, she did a kick-ass move…next thing you know she'll be drinking and not going 'Blahagh'…"
Amy smiled briefly.
"Well…one life was saved…" Sam smiled. "I guess we just need to keep reacting to Amy's visions."
"It wasn't the last premonition," Amy sighed. "Natiskawa knows now. And I'm pretty sure she picked up on my psychic ability."
"Damn," Dean cursed. "Which probably means she's ticked off and she has her newest target."
Amy shrugged and cocked her head. "Well, I have my two knights in shining armor. I think it'll be ok."
"We need to find out how to destroy her and fast," Sam replied.
The three nodded in agreement. Sore and in pain, they walked out of the alleyway side-by-side, with Amy in the center.
Walking toward the car, Amy rubbed her sore arm and back. Dean rested a his scratched-up hand on her shoulder and gave her his debonair grin. Amy smiled at his touch and looked down at the blood by his knuckles.
"We'll get cleaned up when we get to my place," Amy sighed.
Dean nodded.
Amy stopped walking. So did Sam.
Dean turned and looked at what they were gazing at.
In front of the car, in the middle of the street, Zoë's lifeless body was sprawled across the black road . Her black jacket was opened and her shirt was torn down the center of her chest. Blood was dripping down her bare side.
O.O.O.O.O.
A/N: Updating as fast as I can. Just a couple of chapters left before the conclusion. I've decided to sort of do a mini-series of my own of Supernatural, following Meant to Be. The next Supernatural fic I write I intend it on being a Christmasy story.
Reviews/Feedback appreciated.