Supernatural - S1 and S2
"Hey this is Meredith. I can't come to the phone right now. If you need help, you can call Dean at 765-555-0127. He's one of the best."
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The two acolytes that Meredith murdered outside of Minnesota in an abandoned warehouse were easy. Once again, she had made them draw up the fake symbol using their own blood. After having them confess their sickest desires, she gauged out their eyes and killed them. What she had said to Sam the day before in the barn, if the demon had this guy watching a family four states away...how much worse are the guys watching you?
Though easy to kill, the minds of the two acolytes made Darren look like an amateur copy cat killer. The fantasies the men had made her nauseous, and led her to stand outside of the warehouse when she was done to throw up.
She was hunched over with her hand pressed against the cold stone wall, her other hand placed on her abdomen. They had gone into detail about how they wanted to torture the brothers, watch as their bones snap through their muscles and piece them back together...just to do it all over again. There was more to it, definitely, but the image of her brothers' bones snapping made her sick enough that she didn't want to give it another thought.
It terrified her, knowing what evil was out there - human and supernatural. Human evil felt worse in that moment.
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Chicago, Illinois.
Meredith sat in a motel room, chewing on the blunt end of her pen as she stared at the newspaper before her. Her feet were kicked up on the chair across from her, and in her free hand was a hot cup of coffee. It was her third cup of the morning, provided by the nearly empty pot that sat on the counter.
In an apartment a murder had been committed, a woman was chopped into pieces in an animalistic manner. No sign of a break in, no trace of a person being in the woman's apartment. From what she could find, the woman's name was Meredith, and she was from Lawrence, Kansas.
The words on the paper blurred together, and Meredith rubbed her eyes with the hand that held her pen. Not sleeping was difficult, but she kept fighting the urge, and eventually she knew she'd get that second wind feeling. It was detrimental to her health, that was for sure.
Rubbing her eyes didn't help to clear her vision, and she began to cry quietly. God, this is so stupid. Meredith thought to herself, wiping her tears away. As the days had passed, her anxiety and irritability had grown. She wanted for it all to be over. She needed to find that last person.
Meredith wanted nothing more than to be with her family, to forget everything that had happened and to keep moving forward. To know that someone had her back. She wanted them to be safe, and to have them in her company.
What made it suck more was not having any of her belongings. She had woken up four states away as Sister Claire, so she had Sister Claire's belongings. With no photos to gaze at or her own phone, she only had her memories to rely on.
Beside the newspaper, the demon's phone began to ring. It was almost as if the universe had been reading her thoughts. Meredith composed herself by clearing her throat and sniffling aggressively before picking up the phone.
