Another hunt. Other people might go crazy if they knew what I had been doing since my 17th birthday. I was continuously looking for evil things. Looking for it and when I found it, kill it. I needed it to survive. Without the thrill of the hunt, I would go crazy. The thought that an evil spirit might catch me before I catch him, makes my adrenaline level rise. Even though I had 'fought' (if you can call it that) an evil spirit so often, every time it was enough to not hunt for a few days. After that, the urge to hunt came back. I tried to clear my head and tried to focus on my surroundings.
Concentrating was not one of my best qualities. I was in an old dark house. The only light that came into the house, was the light that the moon reflected. I didn't use a flashlight, while my eyes see as much in the dark as they see in the daylight. I didn't question it. It came in handy on hunts. So I didn't complain. "Lola, Focus" I call myself out of my thoughts. I knew what I had to do, find the remains and burn them in salt. Honestly I don't have any idea what I'm hunting. I assumed it was an evil spirit, since that is usually the case. I was about to walk out of the entrance hall when I heard footsteps. Which was very strange, since as far as I know spirits do not walk. I changed my salt gun for my revolver. I closed my eyes to determine where the sound was coming from. I opened my eyes as soon as I found that it seemed human and it was coming closer. I looked around what would be the best place to defend myself. The entrance hall was big enough to fight, but I decided to wait first. To see what I'm dealing with. I ran, as quietly as I possibly could, up the stairs. It was an old wooden house, so it was a very difficult thing to do. The stairs seemed to cry with every step I took. When I reached the top, I looked around. There were 2 staircases that leaded to this passage. Between those two there was a wooden railing. When you stood in the middle of the passage, you had a clear view of the front door. I decided to stay here. I listened again and I heard someone/something grabbing a better hold of their gun. It was a very small movement but, just as my other senses, my hearing was more developed. I listened more carefully and I heard a heartbeat. This has to be a human. And from the sound of it the person was pretty calm. So this has to be a hunter. Still I didn't want to jump to this conclusion to fast. I needed to see it first. The figure slowly walked into the hall. At first I only saw the barrel of the gun. I identified the gun as a Glock 17L. I found it a very good choice. I have one just like that. Slowly I saw arms came into view. I decided that I would jump up on the person as long as his back was still turned to me. The next few minutes went by very fast. I jumped down and made sure the gun was no longer in his hands. But he fought back and I got a few punches. However, I also hit the figure a few times. I dodged a kick and grabbed his leg. I turned it and he lost his balance. Once he was on the ground I pinned him down.
And I asked "What do you think you're doing here?" I didn't get an answer. Just when I wanted to ask again, I was turned and I was stuck in the grip of the other person.
"I could ask you the same question" said a female voice. Now that I took a closer look it was indeed a woman. She had her dark hair in a bun. Slowly a smile appeared on my face. I was right! It was a hunter. I never crossed path with one before. Beside Sam and Dean I didn't know any other hunters. I laid my head on the wooden floor and closed my eyes. For a moment I had felt a hint of panic. But I'm in good hands, or well good hands. It could have been worse.
"why are you laughing? Last time I checked there was nothing to laugh about" said the woman. I felt the barrel of her glock to my forehead. "just give me one good reason to not kill you right now. After all you are disturbing my hunt." I opened my eyes as she said this and looked at her.
"because I can be of great use" I said confidently. She snickered and pushed the gun a little harder against my forehead.
"How can you ever be useful to me?" she said mockingly. I sighed and shook my head.
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My legacy (Supernatural)
FanfictionLola Johnson, an old friend of the winchesters, gets an order from her moms spirit to kill the demon Azazel. The demon had killed her mom and now the spirit can't find peace. Lola sees no other choice but to accept. This story is the story what she...