A Burdened Family

Chapter 8

"God, I hate Kansas drivers." I muttered to myself. "Where the hell are these idiots going? It't not like there's anything to do around here. Friggin psychos."
   
I tried to focus on their car, but kept being distracted by the music blasting through the crappy speakers. Killer Queen by, well, Queen, was playing and I couldn't seem not to sing along.
   
My phone rang, and I fumbled for it with my hand, unable to tear my eyes from the road. I had no idea where I was and couldn't' afford to get lost. I stopped my music and quickly answered the phone.
   
"What?"
   
"Well hello, sister, dear." Dean's low, sarcastic voice rang clearly through the phone. "Any idea when you'll be joining us."
   
"About that..."
   
"What did you do?"
   
"I- What? Nothing!"
   
"Sam, stop. No! Sa-" Dean's voice cut off.
   
"Lucy, hi." Sam huffed into the phone after what was clearly a struggle to tear the phone from Dean. "When are you coming back."
   
"Sam, I kinda-"
   
"What did you do?"
   
"Nothing!" I slammed my right hand on the rim of the steering wheel. "Why do you think I did something wrong?"
   
"Because you're you." Sam answered bluntly. "I'm putting you on speaker because unlike some people I can share."
   
"Whatever." I mumbled. "You know, I'm kind of offended. You guys really think that low of me? That just because I'm being delayed in rejoining our trio, I did something."
   
"In fairness, that assumption could be made about any one of us." Dean replied. "Where are you?"
   
"I have no idea." I scanned the road ahead of me. "I'm tailing a car through Kansas City, Missouri. I'm so damn lost. It's ridiculous. I'm lost in the state I was born in. "
   
"Oh, I spent two weeks at a high school there." Dean supplied me with useless and unnecessary information. "Place was a goddamn dump. Chicks were quite something though."
   
"You're unbelievable."  I laughed. "Why did Dad take us through Kansas? He avoided it like the damn plague after Mom died."
   
"Banshee or something." Dean said after a pause. "I don't really know. I was a little busy banging the hell out of some girls."
   
"You're disgusting." Sam muttered, and I could hear the disgust painted on his face.
   
"Where are you guys?"
   
"Greenville, Illinois. Working a case."
   
"Great. We'll meet up soon. It's only like a 5 hour drive."
   
"I got to go, boys." I said as I jerked the wheel to the left, receiving multiple honks and middle fingers from other drivers. "I hate this damn state."
   
"Better than Boston."
   
"That's not a state, Dean." Sam pointed out.
   
"Still."
   
"Idiot." Sam mumbled.
   
"Bitch."
   
"Jerk!"
   
"I'm hanging up, morons."I hung up and scanned the road quickly. I found Alec's car merging into the right lane to exit the highway.

I followed them quickly, trying to remain inconspicuous. I made sure to let a few cars ahead of me so I wasn't directly behind them, but still had a clear view of their car.
   
Basically, I was stalking them.
   
Two goddamn feds.
   
I'd done some bad shit at that point in my life, but that was one of the worst.
   
I watched as their car pulled into a public parking lot. I circled the block once before following them. I turned into the lot, and slammed the brakes when I found Marcus standing not 2 feet in front of my car. He hadn't so much as flinched, and imagined that if I had hit him, my car would have faced more damage than him.

Either that or he would have jumped onto the car or something.
   
Something about him seemed supernatural.
   
But he was just a human.
   
Okay, maybe he was an elf from Middle Earth, but it was unlikely.
   
I could faintly see Alec off in the distance opening the door to the main lobby of the motel, and had to wonder how Marcus got to me so fast. I watched him carefully as he walked around to the passenger side of the car and opened the door. I glanced down to see that my doors were locked.
  
I honestly didn't even question how he got in.
   
I had a feeling Marcus could do just about anything he wanted with little to no effort.
   
"Get out."
   
"What?"
   
"This car is absolute shit. You'll never outrun them. Get out."
   
"I'm sorry. The options at cars-R-us were limited."
   
"You're fucking up my plan. Get out. I have a backup ride. We'll take the bike."
   
"I don't know-"
   
"I'll teach you." He rolled his eyes at me. "Ditch the car unless you want to die"
   
"Jeez..." I listened, stepping out of the old car.
   
"Good." Marcus turned his back and walked off, expecting me to follow him. He didn't appear to be moving fast, but as it turns out, he really was. He probably could have outrun a train. I glanced around to see what we were running from, but could see nothing.
   
My family became rather infamous as time went on. Marcus never did. The three Winchester siblings were considered the greatest, most feared hunters of all time. What people didn't realize was that we never reached Marcus's skill level. In the end, he got exactly what he wanted though. He slipped through the cracks and flew under the radar until the day he died and was forever reunited with his wife and daughter.
   
"Holy shit." I gasped as I laid eyes on the motorcycle Marcus had stolen. It was a classic model, not one of the bulky modern ones being built. It was sleek and thin.
   
I would tell you the model, but I knew nothing of motorcycles. I still don't.
   
Marcus kicked a leg over the motorcycle, resting his hands over the bars, and waiting for me to step on. I did so carefully, not wanting to do anything wrong. I sat with my arms dangling, unsure of what to do. Marcus sighed before grabbing my hands and wrapping them around him.
   
"Don't let go." He said gruffly. "You fall, you die."
   
"Not necessarily." I mumbled.
   
"You misunderstand." He turned to look at me. "I mean that if you fall and make me stop, I'll kill you."
   
"Way to sugarcoat it you bloodthirsty brit."
   
He didn't grace me with a response, instead choosing to start the vehicle quickly, and forcing me to tighten my grip on him. I grimaced when a thin trail of blood appeared through his shirt from my nails in his skin, but Marcus didn't even flinch. I watched in awe as he expertly navigated the unfamiliar winding roads. Everything seemed to move faster, and for the first time I understood the appeal of a motorcycle.
   
"How do you know how to ride?" I said, sure the wind would keep him from hearing me.
   
Of course I was wrong.
   
"My wife." He spoke over the wind. "Her father was a biker. I learned to earn his stamp of approval. Never enjoyed motorbikes, myself. Never felt the need to take the extra risk."
   
"Is that how your wife died? On a motorcycle?"
   
"No."
   
Our conversation ended, but the quiet didn't bother me. It was like watching that movie scene where the camera starts far back and then quickly pans in on a specific setting or event. The quiet wasn't awkward or empty, but full of small noises and new perspectives.
   
"Here." Marcus broke the silence, glancing behind us and pressing harder on the gas. "Let go of me."
   
"What?"
   
"You want to live? Start by letting go."
   
"I'll fall."
   
"You want to die?"
   
"You crazy?"
   
"Let go. If you welcome death with open arms, it will deny your wishes and leave you to breathe another day." He ordered. "Let go and lean far to your right."
   
I shot the back of his head a death glare as he applied even more pressure to the gas. I did as he said though. Leaning my body to the right, and watching in horror as he pulled a knife from his belt, leaning to the left still increasing pressure on the gas.
   
"Why are you speeding up?"
   
"Because I need them to hurry up."
   
"Who?"
   
"The car behind us." He quickly glanced back. "They've been tailing me since the motel. I had to drop Alec so they would leave him alone."
   
"Who's following us?"
   
"Shut up and grab the handlebars."
   
"I don't know ho-"
   
"Just like a steering wheel. Don't crash."
   
And just like that a silver truck pulled up on our left and Marcus let go of the handles. I shrieked quietly and grabbed the handlebars. I watched as he launched himself left, grabbing onto the roof of the truck. He grabbed a pair of brass knuckles from his jacket and broke in through the sunroof. He grabbed a jagged knife from his belt and hopped down through the sunroof.
   
"Ohmigod ohmigod ohmigod." I muttered as I struggled to drive the motorcycle. "I'm dead. I'm so fucking dead. I'm helping a fucking fed break into a goddamn moving truck. I'm dead. I'm dead."
   
The truck swerved right, nearly hitting my front wheel, and I stomped hard on the brakes. Unsure of how to properly park, I hopped off when it came to a complete stop, and let the bike clutter to the ground.I quickly retrieved my pistol from my side, holding it defensively as I approached the truck on foot.
   
"Hello?" I called. No response. I took a deep breath and pulled open the passenger door, hoping nothing dangerous lingered behind the tinted window.
   
"Took you long enough." Marcus said from the drivers seat. He had the vanity mirror down, and was cleaning a smudge of blood off of his chin. His lip was split, he was bleeding from his thigh, and his left brow was starting to swell up, but he didn't look too bad.
   
"What the hell was that."
   
"A job."
   
"You hijacked a fucking truck."
   
He gestured to the back, and I did a double take. At least 6 people lay sprawled out across the back. There was something off about their appearance, they looked strange, but there was no doubt they were dead.
   
"Been tracking them for a while now. Fucking endless game of cat and mouse. They caught onto my pattern, and I figured I'd let them play cat for a few days. They didn't realize that cat and mouse turned into cat and dog. I'm always the predator."
   
"Cocky much?"
   
"Justifiably so."
   
"Why's that?"
   
"Because I always win in the end."
   
"Friggin psycho ninja man."
   
"Do not insult me."
   
I opened my mouth to snap back at him but my phone rang.
   
"Sam, hey."
   
"Get here. Now."
   
"Why are you whispering?"
   
"Because I'm with Dean. He won't listen to me anymore. Not since we went to see mom's grave."
   
"Shit." I rubbed my face, walking away from Marcus.
   
"Where are you?"
   
"Got caught up in something." I lowered my voice further. "Get me everything you can on the names Tencontar and Kitara."
   
"Luce-"
   
"I swear he has super hearing. Don't make me repeat myself."
   
"Fine. Hurry up."
   
"Love ya, baby brother."
   
"Screw you."
   
I laughed, hanging up the phone. I couldn't tell from Marcus's face if he had overheard my conversation, but I didn't care. I wanted answers. I was going to get them one way or another. I only asked Sam for research to fact check.
   
"Marcus."
   
"Yes, Lucy?"
   
"You're not a fed. No fucking way."
   
"No, I'm not."
   
"Neither is Alec."
   
"No, he is not."
   
"Who the fuck are you?"
   
"My name is Marcus Tencontar."
   
"What are you, Marcus Tencontar?"
   
"A widower."
   
"Don't mock me."
   
"You really don't want to know."
   
"I do."
   
"Alright." He paused, making direct eye contact with me. "I'm your guardian angel."
   
"Angels don't exist."
   
"I was kidding, you dimwitted girl." He chuckled. "I simply meant that I'm going to save your life. As for angels not existing, I have a feeling you're very wrong."
   
"Yeah, right, crazy."
   
"Yes." He shrugged. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to dispose of these bodies."
   
"You're just gonna leave me here? How do I get back to my car?"
   
"Take the motorcycle."
   
"I almost died on that death trap."
   
"Your point..."
   
"I don't want to die!"
   
"Then walk." He shrugged, getting behind the wheel of the truck. "I don't care."