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Chapter Two

It would only be a couple days until I saw the two brothers again. I had gotten back to school, accepted the condolences from my friends, and made myself accept that the way things were now were how they were going to be until I went off to college in June.

Honestly, things weren't that different. Mom and Dad hadn't been there for me much anyway, and I'd learned to fend for myself. I knew how to sell things, pawn things, steal things, hunt... really, to do whatever I had to stay alive and well. I could use a knife, a gun, and a bow. Things weren't hard, and I could make myself comfortable for the next couple months until I could go to college and get a job.

It was Friday evening I'd heard it, while watching the news and studying. The faint roar of a car... somewhere outside the house. I grabbed my knife and walked out quietly, circling the house until I saw where two yellow headlights were poking through the wooded area where I'd always used to play as a kid. Really, my whole house was surrounded by woods, but here there was a trail big enough for a car to fit through and towering pine trees.

Needless to say it wasn't the best place to try to stay quiet, with all of the pine needles crunching under my feet as I tried to silently maneuver my way behind the trees, but I made a circle until I could see the back of the car. Sure enough, it was a clean, black Impala with what looked like new tires and the two 'cops' sitting up front.

I had a couple options as to how to get these guys to leave me alone. They looked strong, so I wasn't going to risk fighting them all by myself. I could call the neighbor, which had been one of my Dad's friends, or leave them immobilized. I chose the latter.

As I got onto the ground, I made my mind shut up with its question of whether this was a good idea or not. It was muddy, and I could feel the water soaking through my clothing as I slashed the two back tires, sticking the knife in as far as it would go and slowly pulling it down. I wiggled up to the front of the car and did the same, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

Dad had taught me how to punch someone, how to knock their lights out. All I had to do was catch them by surprise, hit them, and then clean the car for any weapons, or really anything of value. I needed things to sell, things to fight with in case the monster in the woods ever came back, and I had to do whatever I could to get them.

I slithered over to the passenger side, where the bigger one was having trouble keeping his eyes open. I was sure he hadn't noticed the car slowly sinking down as I had. I told myself I'd have to work fast as my hand moved towards the door handle and began to pull it.

It was all a blur as the door creaked open, I stood up, then hit the brown-haired guy right in the eye. Surprisingly, this didn't even wake the other one up, so I threw the big one down on the ground and did the same to the smaller one before going over to the tree I always used to play on and pulling the rope out from the two holes in the branches.

They both tried to fight, but in this weak spot they were no match for me. I tied them up to two of the smaller trees and then began to search through the car. First I popped the trunk, and to my surprise there were a lot of things back there... of course I was happy because that meant more I could sell, but it also kind of scared me. What did they have on them if this was what they kept in the trunk?

Grabbing everything I could, I quickly hid them behind the biggest tree and covered them in pine needles before going back to check on the men. I ran, scared of what they had and what they were capable of. I came upon the tree where I was sure I had left them, though there was nothing there except the two tiniest imprints of bodies in the pine needles. Great.

Next thing I knew, someone was grabbing me from behind and my mouth was being covered, although I had no idea who would hear me if I screamed. The closest person was a mile away, which was my dad's neighbor friend.

I didn't know what to do, so as a last ditch effort I stuck out my tongue and licked the dude's hand. I tasted extremely gross and like things I didn't even want to name, so I made a little yelp and tried to hold back the bile rising up in my throat. I kicked and punched for the minute until Sam showed up, if that was even his name.

"I got her," the one who must have been Dean said.

"I can tell."

"Just get her off me... she keeps trying to make out with my hand." Sam chuckled and grabbed me.

I kicked and screamed, "Let me go, I don't want to hurt you!"

Sam nodded and tied me up to the tree as quickly as he could, leaving the rope as loose as possible, probably in pity for me. That was stupid.

"She took a bunch of the stuff out of the trunk and hid it behind a tree. I took as much of it back as I could carry, but there's still a couple salt guns out there," Sam said, turning to me after he was done.

"Do you have anything to say for yourself?"

I rolled my eyes, put the bitchiest look on my face and the same tone in my voice and began to talk.

"Look, I don't know who you are or what you're doing, but listen to me. I don't want to hurt you unless you're gonna hurt me, which is what seems to be going on here. Now let me go, get off my property, and I'll leave you alone. If you don't, I'm calling the real cops."

They gave eachother a look, their eyes seriously at the same exact place in their faces, and Dean said,"We'll tell you the real story if you promise not to call us crazy."

I gave them the slightest nod and rolled my eyes.