Here's Chapter two, if someone is actually reading this then here you go.
Chapter 2
Still Saturday
I grabbed my outer right thigh where the bullet lodged into. I tried not to fall but ultimately failed, landing on my butt with a thud. All the while I was able to keep my scream of pain at bay, only a pained gasp escaping my lips.
"Son of a bitch!" I heard someone shout. I looked up and saw two men staring at me. Just as they started to race towards me a ghost flickered into my sight. I pulled my hand away from my bloody leg and grabbed my gun, raising it.
This action caused the two to stop in their tracks, since I was aiming just behind one of them, I think it was the one that shot me. The other one spoke up.
"Look, he didn't mean to shoot you. You don't need to kill him." He said. I just rolled my eyes and shot at the ghost behind the shooter, just as it had lunged. The surprised look on their faces was absolutely priceless once they figured out I had just saved him.
"Don't flatter yourselves." I muttered, painfully getting up and limping over to them. I looked at the three holes they had dug and sighed.
"I hope you know, there are three other bodies." I said looking between the two men.
The one that shot me had short brown hair that flowed up in the front. His box-like face emphasized his chiseled features, along with the high cheekbones. He was wearing a dark red shirt and a faded dark green jacket. His jeans had a couple of holes in them, but other than that they looked new.
The other one had longer brown hair that went just passed his narrowed face. Basically, he looked like Jesus. At least his hair anyways, and his facial features. Although he didn't have any facial hair. Neither of them did. He was wearing a yellow plaid shirt with the same torn jeans as the first one.
"Uh, um. Yep. Yeah, we knew that. We were just, um. We were just…" The first one tried, looking to the other for help.
"We were just, taking a break! Since we had already dug up and burned half of them." Jesus said. I raised an eyebrow at them and limped over to the stairs where I left my stuff. I grabbed my knife out of my boot and took off my top jacket, grumbling as I raised my knife to it.
"You guys own me a new coat, this was my favorite." I glared at them and cut it into some strips, tying them around the hole in my thigh. "And a pair of jeans." I added. Though these ones were really old. With my jacket now torn to shreds, I was left in my deep blue off the shoulder shirt. And bloody jeans, but that's beside the point.
"Well, we'll start digging up the rest of the bodies. You just stay there." Jesus said kindly. I rolled my eyes.
"I'm not helpless, I can still dig. It'll go faster with one per grave. So let's get to it." I said standing up with my shovel in my hand. He looked like he was about to argue but the first one cut him off.
"Just let her, if she says she can handle it she can handle it." It was only then did I realize how deep his voice was.
I nodded my thanks to him then walked to the nearest grave, trying and failing not to limp. Ignoring the pain, I clenched my teeth and started digging.
About fifteen minutes later we were looking at the remains of three dead people. I had heard two gunshots come from upstairs, and it took all my willpower not to run up and see if my friends were okay.
I doused the bodies in fuel and watched at the boys lit them on fire. I sighed in relief, then grabbing my shovel I limped towards the stairs. All my energy was drained out of me, but I had to make it up to the girls. I lifted my left foot up to the first step, but ran into a slight problem.
You see, these stairs are seriously steep and tall. I wouldn't be able to get up them without practically crawling. I muttered a few choice words under my breath, but stopped once I felt a hand on my waist.
"Need some help?" The guy with the deep voice asked. I shook my head but looked back up the stairs and sighed.
"I'll take that as a yes. Hold on tight." He said before picking my up. I looked over his shoulder to find Jesus with his and my supplies.
Once we reached the top of the stairs he put me down, and the other one handed me my things. I nodded and started limping towards where I left the girls.
"Living human coming in!" I yelled as I entered the room. I smiled when I saw that they were okay and still in the circle. "You guys okay?" I asked.
"Of course we're fine. It's not like we would shoot each other!" Maria exclaimed, but was still smiling.
"Oh my God! What happened to your leg?" Olivia asked. I huffed in response and limped over to them, welcoming their warm embrace.
"Ask them." I said pointing over my shoulder to the two hunters.
The girls looked over my shoulder to see what I was talking about and instantly tensed. I felt proud of them for taking my advice and trusting no one but ourselves. The two boys stood there awkwardly, one of the smiled and waved.
I guess it's time for introductions. I turned back towards the boys and held out my hand for them to shake.
"I'm Mackenzie, but my friends call me Red." I said. And there's a reason for my nickname. It isn't because of my fiery temper, but because of my long wavy red hair. That's right, I'm a red head. And for all of you out there with the 'ginger jokes' you can kindly shove them in your Dorito shoot. But I still have all the traits that come with being a red head. I have freckles (although not as much as some poor unfortunate souls) that dot over my pale skin, and blue eyes that some people said were as cold as ice. Good. I'm pretty tall for my gender and age, which is twenty nine.
"This is Olivia, and Maria." I said pointing to each as I said it.
Olivia was African-American with coffee colored skin, but the kind of coffee with sugar and cream. She had frizzy black hair that she always kept in a bun. Her dark ember eyes held something in them that some would describe as weirdness, but what I would describe as purely Olivia. She was just shorter than me, only because she was younger. Both of them were twenty seven.
Maria looked Italian, she had tan skin with straight, shiny black hair that fell just passed her shoulder blades. She was almost midget height, the shortest out of everyone in the room. Her head had just cleared my waist only last year. Her hazel eyes held curiosity in them, she wanted to help everyone she could. We all did.
"Hi, I'm Dean. This is my brother Sam." The one who carried me said. So I guess that meant Sam was Jesus.
"Thanks, for shooting me then helping me with the bodies, and up the stairs." I said to Dean.
"Sorry about that. I thought you were a ghost." He said.
"I would have done the same thing. Don't sweat it. Now we just need to get me to Carol's so I can stitch myself up." I muttered the last part. I turned towards the girls to find them each staring at one of the boys. I sighed and rolled my eyes, then snapped my fingers in their faces.
"Maria, can you pack up the salt and guns. Olivia, can you call Carol and tell her we're on our way. Leave out the part about me getting shot. And I'll try not to scream in pain. One, two, three. Break!" I yelled and clapped my hands. As they set off to work I turned towards Sam and Dean.
"You boys need a place to stay tonight? My friend Carol has a house about eight miles away." I offered. They looked at each other before Sam nodded and Dean turned back to me.
"If it's okay with you and your friend then, yeah that would be great." Sam said.
"Alright, how about I ride with you so I can give you directions to the house. I can't drive with my leg and the girls know where it is." I said.
"Only if you promise not to get blood in my baby." Dean said. I raised an eyebrow but nodded and turned towards the girls.
"No stopping anywhere, okay? Just head straight to Carol's. I'm riding with the goons." I said, well aware that they could hear me. I was rewarded with them discussing something quietly back and forth.
"You just want to ride with them cause their hot." Olivia said through her smirk.
"No, I'm riding with them 'cause they shot me. So now I can't drive or go on missions for a couple of days." I replied.
"Technically you shouldn't be driving for a week or two. But since you're so damn stubborn.." Maria rolled her eyes at me. I just smiled.
"Since when have I ever followed any 'safety precautions'?" I asked.
"Never." They both replied.
"So you've noticed. Well get going. And if we're not back by morning don't look for me, cause I'm either dead or are close to it." I said, ushering them out the door and to the car.
"Stay safe, please. Oh and dibs on Sam." Olivia said, whispering the last part.
"Then I claim Dean!" Maria whispered as she stepped in the car. I rolled my eyes.
"Of course you'd want the one who shot me." I muttered, shutting the passenger door behind Maria.
"Drive fast and make poor choices!" I called after the retreating car. After two honks my friends were halfway down the road. I shook my head and turned towards the boys
So, nobody reviewed my first chapter but I don't care. I'm still going to post new chapters when I can.
