Grey

5.

Chop off the head.

That was the conclusion I came to after hours of research on how to kill that monster. Most books I read about it all pointed to that answer. So, I just needed to find the thing. I don't know it was weird. It's like I'm freaked that this kind of stuff exists but I'm not...afraid. I have no fear going after this thing. A bit nervous maybe but who wouldn't be? I just needed to wait till nightfall. Little did I know I wouldn't have to wait that long. The hunt would find me.

The evening was approaching and I had yet to find something to chop the head off to the damn beast. I don't think I really thought this whole plan through too well. I mean it's not like I have a spear machete just lying around. Although that might come in handy when being on the streets. Not only because I now know about supernatural things now but there is a lot of weirdos/dangerous people out here. In my opinion, people are way worse then monsters.

"Dammit." I mutter as I look through the window to a thrift store. It was closed. They have a section with like big knifes and other junk. Thought it might work. But I guess I judged my timing wrong. I readjust my red, worn down baseball cap and sigh loudly in frustration. It was becoming dark and I still wasn't even close to finding or ending this thing. And the longer I take the more of a chance Dean can hunt the thing before I can. I was not going to give up so easily.
I shuffle down the sidewalk trying to figure out what the hell I should do. A thought pops into my head. It's not a very good thought though. I remembered that my dad had a huge knife collection. He won it in some poker round and he's obsessed with it. I mean at least one of them would get the job done. But that would require me going back home...again. To risk that he would be there.
I'm deep in thought when suddenly I see him. The man. The Kishi.

He was rounding the corner, heading to the bar. Heading to his next victim probably. I start to sprint towards him but steady myself as I come closer. I wasn't going to do what I did last time. I was going to take this the calm way.

"Oh excuse me, sir?" I say sweetly just before he opens the door to the bar. He looks at me up and down like he would his prey. I cringe internally. Though he was quite handsome, I wasn't falling for it. I knew what he could do. What he was.

"Yes?" He said, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Umm, could you help me find the nearest drug store? I'm a bit turned around." I say making myself blush and smile. Quite convincingly I might add. He bought it.

"Sure, sure, you just go ri-"

"Oh, do you mind showing me? I'm horrible with directions."

He hesitates for a moment, again looking at me up and down. It was then I realized he was deciding whether or not I was going to be his new prey.

"Yeah, of course." He smiles.

Shit.

I hadn't been thinking again. I don't have a weapon! I don't have anything to protect myself with! Way to go Bradlii. Again.

"So you just go down here," he says causally sliding his arm around my shoulders, as if to guide me. I stay calm and collected though. I couldn't let him get away again.

"Thank you so much, sorry if I was troubling you." I say as we walk.

"It's no problem really, anything to help a pretty girl like yourself."

Cringe

"Well thank you I-"

I'm cut off by him turning himself towards me, his face very gentle yet lustful.

"You know, I could take you somewhere more warm? You look cold."

That took me off guard slightly. His approach anyway.