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Love should be your guide. Be eager to have the gifts that come from the Holy Spirit, especially the gift of prophecy.
Corinthians 14: 1
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"She is as much a prisoner as I am."
It was hard to believe that someone could keep another being as a prisoner for so many years and I such a place, home tempting just out of their reach. They may not be humans, but it didn't mean they were animals to be treated as such.

Micah could remember a time she was a prisoner. She wasn't an animal, or longed to escape to the ocean, but chained to herself.
Nightmares had plagued her for months after the death of her first partner.
A boyfriend.
Alex had warned her about the risks.

Her feet were pounding on the floor, echoing strangely and confusing her; was the thing behind her or in front of her? Micah wouldn't know what to do if it surprised her suddenly right now.
'Vincent!' she screamed into the darkness. Only her voice bounced back.
The damp sewer was making her sick but the thought of Vincent alone and hurt almost made her incapable of moving. She just prayed that somehow she would find her way in this maze to Vincent, but also her way out.

She had been hunting the shape shifter with her cousin Alex, but it had found out that Micah had someone she cared about more than anything and taken him from right under her nose. It was just trying to survive, but Micah was killing herself inside for being so foolish, for leaping head first in an attempt to save him. It was just what the creature wanted. She would never forgive herself if he was hurt; she had not even told him that she was a hunter or that the things that used to scare him as a child were all real.

There was a groan and Micah braced her back against the wall, gun ready and braced close to her chest. Was that the real Vincent?

Rounding the corner, she found an open room in the tunnel, a few candles offering enough light to see. A body was slumped against the wall and Micah ran to him. Hair covered her eyes and she pushed the dark hair covering Vincent's once stunning green eyes from him, blood staining her hands as she held his face.
'Vincent? Vince I'm sorry but I have to do this.' From her boot she produced a silver knife, hesitating before she dragged it across the flesh of his arm.

He only groaned, eyes opening as he smiled so weakly at her.
'Micah.'
She sobbed as she checked his body; wounds too extensive to be saved.

'Your hair…' his bloody hands ran through her short blonde hair, cupping her jaw. 'I liked it long.'
Micah let out a breath, closing her eyes. There was so much to tell him, starting with who she really was but there was never any time and as she shivered, Micah knew he was dying and she could feel part of her going with him.

She was talking soothingly as she lifted him, apologising as she slung an arm over her shoulders and ran.
They were so close to the exit, the tunnel dark but in the corner of her eye she could see the exit.
Just a little further and they would be safe, but Micah didn't want to make it, not really because then it would mean she would have to let Vincent go, and she couldn't bring herself to do that, but she couldn't let herself allow Vincent to die in a sewer.

They never made it.
Even today, Micah was sure she was still stuck somewhere in that dark tunnel, alone and frightened, trying to find Vincent.

Checking her gun, Micah watched as Castiel reassured Nicole, running through what they would try and do.
Alex had held her shoulders in a similar way, her cousin killing the shape shifter but not before it slowly murdered Vincent in front of her. Micah had come out alright, hair a couple inches shorter after she was forced to cut it to free herself and a nice scar down her thigh to match the ones she already had on her back.

But the worst was not the kind she could see every day ; it was the ones she could not see but feel. After that hunt, she was heartbroken.

This job did not allow you to have any sort of family or love; it was a cold and heartless one and after all the things she experienced in that one hunt, Micah was sure she had become as hard as stone. Castiel took off his jacket, and Micah caught sight of the long scars down his arms. They had cleared up nicely but Micah wondered what sort of scars this man had that she couldn't see.

'Come on. Nicole, stay behind us.'
Nicole nodded, and Micah gave a nod to Castiel as they made their way towards the house. Listening carefully, Micah could hear movement inside and the cock of a gun along with an angry yell.
Stepping back, Micah kicked the door, which bulged but the safety lock ensured it remained firmly closed. Before Micah could try again, Castiel slammed his body into it. She gave him a strange look before readying her gun, entering the house.

It was dark, every light off and blinds closed off from the moonlight, which was broken by the clouds rolling over it. It was strangely quiet, and that made Micah curious.
Flicking her fingers, she directed Castiel towards the main downstairs while she moved up the stairs.

As she moved along the corridor, she saw a glow from under the bedroom door, shadows moving around and Micah tensed, years of practice levelling her breath steady and steps precise and silent. Reaching out, she couldn't wait for Castiel to back her up and opened the door.

Luke's room was clean and empty, the lava lamp casting images around the room of sea creatures. Footsteps behind her and Micah spun around, just in time to see the gun aimed at her.
The shot was loud but she dived out of its path, firing twice of her own but it hit nothing. The glass of the now broken window cascaded to the ground, sharp shards digging into her hands as she scrambled to her feet, following the foot falls back down the stairs.

She was half way down the stairs when a scream pierced the silence. Micah tightened her grip on the gun but saw two people running outside, further into the bush.
'Micah?'
An alarmed voice filled her ears, strange and hollow in the large room and all she could do was feel her heart break open. It sounded exactly the same as Vincent.
But it was Castiel who appeared at the base of the stairs, eyes widening in alarm when he saw her blood.
'I'm fine. They're running for it.'

Castiel nodded, leading Micah into the lounge room; a pool of blood made Micah frown.
Victoria was leaning over Gerard, hands sticky with blood and a letter opener not far from her reach.
Gerard drew in a steady breath, eyes unfocused as Victoria refused to move or look up at them.
'She stabbed him twice, not serious but enough that if he remains unattended-'
'Where is Nicole?' Micah asked, realising she was one of the two that were running.

'Come on!' Castiel ran out the door, as if he knew which way they were headed already. Micah was still however, listening as Gerard confessed to catching his wife after he had seen her, falling in love with her instantly, only she never fell in love with him. Eyes were locked, Victoria sad as she held Micah steady in her sight.
'Save my daughter.'
All Micah could do was nod and she took off after Castiel.

It wasn't long before she heard a few gunshots, and she ran even faster.
Castiel couldn't be hurt, he couldn't die!
She wouldn't be able to handle it.

'Stop right there!'
Micah froze, now standing on a dune, the roar of the ocean angry as well as the clouds clashing together above them. Lightning cracked the sky, illuminating the figures briefly and glistening off the three guns.

'Where are you going to go?' Castiel yelled back, stepping forward ever so cautiously but Jim snarled, tightening his grip on Nicole's hair, the gun pressed up under her chin.
Did they know Micah was there?
Jims eyes snapped to her as the lightning gave away her position.
'Who are you? You cannot be the FBI!'
'Your right, we're not,' Castiel agreed, moving closer still. The gun was ripped from Nicole and aimed at Castiel, who didn't even flinch, only looked at Micah as she eased herself closer.
'But we can help you, just let her go.'

Jim tightened his grip enough to make Nicole sob.
'You can help by letting me pass!'
'I can't do that…'
There was anger in Jims eyes before his face relaxed strangely.
'Then I'll just have to force you.'

Before he could fire his gun, Micah had already aimed and shot.
With a howl he dropped his gun and Nicole instantly ran to Castiel. Swiftly Micah ran over to Jim, kicking the gun away as he rolled in the sand, clutching his wounded thigh.
'Don't move!' Micah warned him but like a wounded animal he was angry and pulled at Micah's leg until she fell.

They struggled roughly on the ground, Castiel unable to shoot without the risk of Micah being the victim. She tried to heave Jim off her but he had wrapped his leg around hers, keeping her pinned as they gripped the gun. It was the prize of this battle, a twisted mix of a lovers dance and wrestling and the winner being the survivor. Sand was in Micah's eyes and mouth but she made sure Jim was suffering the same before she had had enough. Biting her tongue, she freed a leg and drove her knee into his ribs with a crunch, but it was all he needed to roll and grab the gun. Micah didn't need to look to know he was aiming at Nicole, his voice harsh as he bellowed that she belonged to him and him only.

He already fired when Micah knocked it away. It was silent after that for a few erratic heartbeats before a shrill scream sent a shiver down her spine. She feared the worst, feared that Castiel had tried to save the selkie and got shot in the process.
As Micah got to her feet properly, the first thing she saw was Nicole on her knees, holding a head to her lap. The second was Castiel running towards her.

Relief really did wash over Micah, enough to make her sag against him after he picked up the other gun. However, she couldn't figure out who it was that got shot.
Victoria was on her back, gasping for air as she held a hand to her daughters cheek. Nicole was crying as Victoria mumbled things to her, even though she was the one dying.

Gerard was before them suddenly.
The shot gun aimed at Micah and Castiel.

Micah raised her own gun, Castiel doing the same beside her but when the gun fired, Micah didn't instinctively pull the trigger; nor did she feel anything hit her. Castiel was standing beside her still, confused as Micah before they turned. Jim was staggering, glaring at them all before he fell back, the water claiming him and vanished.

Gerard dropped the gun after that, falling himself as he crawled over to Victoria.
Did he really love her that much that he just killed his only son?
'Please,' she said, soft and elegant even as the blood spilled over her lips, 'where is it?'
Gerard was crying, Nicole showing him no sympathy as he struggled to drag over a bag. Opening it, he pulled out a large piece of skin. It looked almost like leather and Victoria's face broke into a smile as her eyes fell on it.

'I am so sorry Victoria.'
He lay the skin over her, Victoria turning her head to stare at the sea and it lapped at the shore, eager to have her back in its embrace.
'All these years, I made you suffer, I never really realised.' Gently he lifted Victoria, Nicole too busy pulling out another skin from the thick bag.

As Gerard walked past Micah and Castiel, Victoria thanked them, a weak hand catching Micah's before Gerard struggled onwards. On the horizon there was a deep orange glow, dark clouds passing over as blue sky was slowly renewed and Micah sighed. There wasn't much that they could do besides watch as things rolled out and hope that however it ended in a few minutes, it would work out for the best.

She could remembered when she had been carried out of the sewers, the dawn close but Micah had never waited so long to see the sun. She was terrified of the dark, scared that Vincent was still trapped down there somewhere; the only comfort she had was the rumble of the dodge, a hand on her thigh as she curled up on the seat, starring up at the fading moon.

The moon today was already gone, the sun ready to breach the horizon as Gerard slowly entered the water, lowering Victoria into its black depth. She sank beneath, only to rise again; still and a seal.
Micah felt heavy, the scene before her as vicious as the sea. The body bobbed for a moment before it was dragged out of sight, away from Gerard's grasp. He tried to go after her, but as soon as he was deep enough, seals swam around him, splashing and attacking the man before he was pulled under; the seals finally getting what they wanted.

Micah released the breath she had been holding, looking away to Castiel who was already watching her.
'I must thank you.'
They both turned, Nicole standing steadily behind them. Her eyes were sad, red from her tears as she focused only on Castiel.
She moved closer to him, slowly wrapping an arm smoothly around his neck, edging closer before she kissed him.

Micah wanted Castiel to pull away, to hold her at arm's length but he did nothing.
Nothing at all.
Nicole pulled back, staring at him before he gaze dropped to Micah for a split second. It obviously was not the response she had wanted.
With a forced smile, she moved past them, stripping off her clothes before wrapping the skin around her, vanishing into the dark waves.

They simply stood there, watching as the sun slowly began to rise before them.
'You know, she liked you, you could have had a beautiful wife and settled down here.'
She smirked up at Castiel but it dropped when he looked at her, eyes so blue and intense, it was as if he could read ever thought, every feeling that was now pounding through her.

'I think, I belong to someone else.'
Micah ripped her eyes quickly from him when his hand went to the necklace he now word. A strange sort of anger raced through Micah; it wasn't a collar but some part of her knew that Castiel understood that. She just didn't want to admit to herself that Castiel hadn't fallen for a selkie because of her. She wasn't special, but she felt that small seed of feeling grow in her heart, even though it was burnt so long ago. She never thought it possible but after what she had seen here tonight, it proved that love could do anything. Micah felt stupid thinking that, but she couldn't deny what she had seen, what she was feeling right here and now.

It scared Micah to feel this way; she had vowed to keep it locked away, to remain trapped in that dark tunnel, safe from the outside but as she stood there, Castiel close beside her, she couldn't help but see the light filling the tunnel. She didn't have a choice, she couldn't stop it; maybe she was being saved from the tunnel… shown the way out of the maze… but would she like what lay at the end of the tunnel?

Could have been more in detail, but I like to let my readers imagine some of their own things.

Any way, kind of stuck for ideas... i think it is about time that I throw these two into some hot water, add a bit of spice and some sugar. I do not have a clue how long this story will go for, i'd like it to be long, but i do not want it to drag out. Another thing, i feel stupid asking this but I am not sure how in detail things on this site can get. Like, when Micah and Castiel get a bit frisky... i dont know if i should keep it simple and safe or add a little bit to leave little to the imagination...?

Don't get too excited though haha, might make them suffer for a little longer.

Thanks for reading and I hope everyone had a good christmas. Stuck at work all week this week full time, so might squeeze in some time to make notes. Otherwise see you guys next week!

Silver-Kirin
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