(AN: Thanks to the people who are reading this story! And thanks for the constructive critisism in the reviews, I really appreciated it and tried to make this next chapter even better.)
As soon as it reached 6:00, I sat up in my bed. Pulling the bed sheets aside, I stood up, grabbed my towel, and walked down the hallway to the bathroom to take a shower. Once I finished that, I put on my normal clothing (a long sleeved t-shirt and jeans) and walked groggily back to the bathroom to dry my long brown hair.
Looking in the mirror, I saw my eyes flash back at me. They looked really green in the present lighting. I put on a slight amount of makeup and walked downstairs to make myself some cereal.
As soon as I started to pour the milk, I heard a knock on the door. Since my mom was out of town on a business meeting and my dad worked the night shift at a local police station, I knew no one else would answer and I walked down another hallway to answer the door. When I opened it, I was in for a shock.
The hunter man was standing there in a suit. His brother stood next to him, also in a suit, and behind them both stood a man in a trench coat I had never seen before. My eyes widened and my jaw almost dropped. They all smiled at me (except for the other man) and pulled out FBI badges.
"Special Agent Locan, FBI. This is my partner, Special Agent Whiter," he said, pointing to his brother, "and this is our trainee, Agent Fisht," he pointed to the man in the trench coat, "Are you Alicia Terlin?"
"Yes," I replied blankly, stunned.
"Can we please come inside and talk to you?" asked his brother.
Still a bit stunned, I replied, "But you aren't Special Agent Locan. You're Dean. And you're Sam, not Special Agent Whiter. I honestly don't know who you are, though." I pointed to each of them in turn.
They all stared at me with wide eyes. "How did you... Have we met before?" Dean asked after a few moments.
"... No," I replied, realizing that calling them out may have been a mistake.
"How do you know their names?" demanded the other guy threateningly, stepping in front of the other two.
"Nothing. Just forget it," I responded, closing the door.
I walked down the hallway to go eat my cereal and forget about what had happened when I stopped in my tracks. The man in the trench coat had appeared right in front of me, out of thin air. He took a step forward and grabbed me by the shirt.
"How do you know their names?" he asked again, more threatening then ever due to the sudden proximity. All I could do was whimper, terrified.