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Through the atmosphere I'm seeing
Glimpses of the past I'm leaving
Holding on for life as we collide
..

Claire speaks

'So you would just go, without even knowing what you were walking into?'
I stood over Ben, doing my best to be intimidating but he just glared up at me, fingers resting over his mouth to stop him from growling back at me.
I should never have told him to call the number, it was weird that someone knew where we were and what we did, at least I think he did.

'Did he say anything, ask anything?'
'No!' Ben finally snapped, leaning forward with a frustrated sigh. 'He just said to go to his place if we wanted to know the answers to our questions.'
I crossed my arms, frowning as I rolled my eyes.
'Great, someone out there who just wants to use us for their own reasons, that is all it is Ben! No one knows about us, how could they?'

Ben glared at me again before he stood on his own two feet, rising above only just. I could feel his tension, wanting to hit me or shove me or something but I was glad he didn't, for his sake.
'Why do you have to get so defensive when it comes to our past? Can't face them yourself?'

Now it was my turn to hold in the urge to shove him or shoot him but if I did anything it would only prove him right.
He was right, I did get a bit defensive when it came to my history, my childhood and it was even worse now that I had seen a glimpse of my future.

'We must show you something.'
Claire remained frozen to the ground, whether it was because she still couldn't really understand how a tree was talking to her or the fact that it was moving slowly towards her. The roots rose up from the ground, twirling around her gently and Claire could do nothing to stop it.
With a dangerous glare, Claire flicked hair out of her eyes and tried to find her gun. It was nowhere in reach and she hissed as the wood and roots began to slowly tighten around her, holding her completely steady.

'Be calm, Claire Novak...'
'How the hell do you know my name?' she yelled only to gasp as a face morphed slowly in front of her own. The bark smoothed where the cheeks were and branches and leaves moved and ruffled as though it were hair; and where Claire would normally stare down her enemy, there were no eyes and yet Claire could not look away.
'We know more than that, let us show you.'

It wasn't painful but still Claire sucked in a heavy breath, her head falling back as she continued to heave in the air. Her lungs were exploding with it , but she didn't feel anything.

The forest melted away, the colour of the world fading away in patches before Claire fell.
Everything was moving fast, there was nothing she could grab onto. Franticly she tried to steady her spin; she didn't even know what it was she was falling from or into.

Suddenly she hit the ground.
There was no pain, the earth beneath her still hard as she staggered to her feet.
The old building was creaking in pain though; the old walls crumbling and wooden floor boards were jutting up, the rusty old nails no longer strong enough to hold them in place. She didn't know what to do for a minute, just remained still. Would everything change around her again?

Sure enough, at the thought of her moving the scene warped, shimmering until it became solid again. Now she stood where it was darker, she could barely see a thing but she could hear.
'Claire?' the voice was weak, terribly weak and Claire felt her heart ache.
'Claire!' the voice screamed for her, agony and loneliness filled the voice and it was enough for Claire to want to scream back, say she was here but she couldn't.

As she took a step, this time nothing dissolved or vanished, the dark was chased away by a burning light. It surrounded Claire, piercing her flesh and drowning her cry with a roar of its own. It didn't stop, it continued until Claire was nowhere. There were voices everywhere and Claire covered her ears, begging for it to stop but when it did, the silence that fell was unbearable. She tried to move again, tried to go back to even the dirty old passageway but nothing moved. She could do nothing as the light wrapped around her. All she could do was scream.

I had every reason to be defensive.
Not wanting to seem too heartless I backed away from him, hastily folding my clothes and shoving them into my duffle bag.
'I'm just saying that we spend our entire lives hiding who we really are and then some random guy leaves a note on our door and says to drop by and have a beer, and while we're at it he'll tell us all about ourselves!'

When I turned around, I was waiting for Ben to do that strange thing with his eye whenever he got mad but instead there was a sadness in them that made me bite my tongue.
'At least you can remember yours enough to forget about it.' He turned away with a slight chuckle, shoving his own things into the bag. 'I don't even know why I got into this, why I chose this life. I can't remember anything before the car accident and the bits that I do, they make no sense!'

I could tell he was more angry at himself then at me so I carefully moved over to him, rubbing his shoulder gently to ease some the of the tense muscle.
'You were in an accident Ben, that isn't your fault and it probably traumatised you more than you think.'
He grabbed my hand and dropped it away from his shoulder, giving me a small grin and running a hand through his dark hair.
All I could think of when I looked at him was falling. Don't ask me why, I just did and it terrified me. If only we could reverse our positions, our situations. Ben could remember his childhood and I could forget all about mine.

I liked those small holes that ate away at my memory; I never tried to fill them but, it could be because I know what would be filled in there; just more cold pain and disappointment. Ben had no holes, nothing, it was a giant hole and who knew, his life was probably something worth remembering.

With a heavy sigh I nodded my head.
'Fine. We'll go, but the second there is something I don't like we're leaving or else I'll start shooting.' I threatened and Ben laughed, swinging the bag over his shoulder. There was a hopeful spring in his step and it made me uneasy; what if it was just a joke, a trap or worse, not what he wanted to hear?
It was better than nothing and I followed him out, shutting the door quietly behind me.

It was a fair distance to travel to Windom, Minnesota from Lewiston but Ben was driving with such an eager determination that we only stopped the once.

I had changed out of my muddied uniform and into my casual jeans but decided to wear a more dressy sort of shirt; the light teal colour not one of my favorites but I wanted who ever this person was to think I was not as tough as I normally look. Sure it makes no sense but for me it does.

The sun was getting lower as we neared and I yawned, staring out the window. I couldn't help but think as we drove; little bits and pieces coming to my mind that I hadn't thought of for years and years. They were all still there, buried within my twisted mind; I was envious of Ben, but I also knew that he was envious of me.
Stupid how that works out isn't it?

We pulled into the quiet town, the small street still bustling with night time life. The car kept going though and soon enough we were in the darker end of town, the streets dead and houses lining the street until they became scattered. The properties were large and it was still another five minutes before we slowed right done, Ben looking at the address he scribbled down.
'Can't be too far away.'

With eyes peeled we continued until the tar road became gravel and then we found the house. It looked fairly new on the outside, besides the weed ridden and tree covered land that it sat amongst. Turning down the long driveway, I checked my gun and tucked it in the small of my back, noticing the smirk Ben gave me.
'What? I said I would start shooting if I wasn't happy.'
'When are you happy?'
I growled deep in my throat as Ben laughed, myself trying to see that he was only joking, I hope.

Our smiles slowly dropped though as Ben stopped the car, leaving his lights on for a moment to study quickly what was in front of us. It was like I said before, actually fairly new or just well kept. It stuck to the old sort of farmers home design, the deck decorated with colorful plants and a light shade of grey and white. Ok so maybe not new but it had definitely had some recent improvements.

Stepping out of the car, I hesitated as the cool air slammed into my chest.
I didn't want any answers, I was quite happy to go on the way I was. I was a survivor and people like me didn't need to be reminded of past mistakes or things that were dead and gone. But it seemed Ben hadn't changed his mind and grinned at me, nodding his head.
'How bad can it be? You're the one with the gun.'
I playfully sniggered back at him, leaving my jacket behind and following Ben up the stairs onto the deck.

'You know; I'm trusting you.' I told him, my hand resting behind me, ready to grab my gun if needed. Ben seemed to take that seriously, as it was intended but he also had a hand braced for his gun, the other stretching out to knock on the door.
I don't know what Ben was expecting but I was waiting for the door to rip open, for a trap door to fall open beneath our feet but instead it was met only with silence.

Turning around, I kept an eye on anything behind us, just in case. Everything was still and I shivered.
'Maybe no one is home…? Let's get out of here.'
I was half way back down the stairs when the door opened, a handsome old face giving us a knowing grin.

'Sorry, normally my partner gets the door.' He tapped his knee with a hand with a chuckle, standing up straighter. I remained where I was, not fooled by him.
I took the chance to get a good look at him; probably mid-thirties or early forties and dark brown eyes were sharp with intelligence as they scanned equally over Ben and myself. Brown hair was cut neatly and a shadow covered his jaw. If he was younger, or I older, I wouldn't have had a problem staring at him all day, he was handsome. But it was the handsome ones you had to be weary over.

'Well?' I asked. It was like a tense standoff, waiting for someone to initiate the fight or ask the first question. The man just smiled at me and opened his door wider.
'You must be Claire Novak.'
'Fifty fifty chance mate, and I'm the only girl.' I snapped, folding my arms tighter and received a laugh from the man but a glare from Ben, who I just shrugged at.

He turned away from me, putting out his hand to shake it. I stepped up on the deck now; if he was going to try anything it could be now. Instead the man just shook it, smiling warmly.
'I'm Ben.'
Something flickered in the strangers eyes and he smiled again, this time like a man haunted from his own past.
'Yes you are. I can see it in your eyes, just like your father.'

Ben's mouth practically fell open, his hand frozen in the air as he narrowed his eyes on the stranger.
'How you know my father?'
Again the man chuckled and I glared at him, feeling strange standing outside someone's home who knew more about us then we did him.
'Oh it's a long story. And don't worry Claire, your father Jimmy is in this tale to. I cannot believe that you two found each other in this crazy world.'

I was getting angry now and I stepped beside Ben, hoping he was just as uncomfortable with this as I was.
'Who the hell are you?'
'I'm a hunter, like you.' He sighed and winced as he moved further inside, gesturing for us to come in. 'I lost my family, like you, but I remember everything, everything.'
He disappeared inside for a moment and I began to run over everything that this guy could be; vampire, demon, shape shifter…
'You didn't answer my question!' I yelled into the dark, jumping slightly when he stood back in front of us.

'I suppose it is only fair. I am just someone who wants to help.'
'Name?' Ben growled and the man rubbed the stubble on his jaw, smiling at a memory or something and when his eyes looked back up to us, it was as though I had stared into those eyes before and it made my blood run cold.
'My name is Adam Milligan.'

What have I done? Hope you enjoy and forgive me if I made a few things up. I have never been to America so no idea how long it takes to drive or what it looks like. And I like Adam, how could I let him remain in Hell?

Silver-Kirin
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