Daughter of the Legend: Soul on Fire (#Wattys2018)

Chapter Four: Krissy

Round after round, I drilled the target with arrows. The ache of my biceps indicated how long I had been out here shooting. While guns were a great stress relief, bullets were expensive. It had been two months since Jesse had made his debut in my life and we hadn't seen or heard from him since, not that we haven't been looking.

I was getting antsy. Being cooped up at Bobby's since April, late August was driving me crazy. Dean refused to take me out on a hunt, Bobby had me run research, and Bentley was doing hell knows what! Everyone else simply went along with the flow of things. Like always. I seriously haven't even been into Sioux Falls since my birthday! Because of this, I have mapped out every corner in Singer Salvage Yard. Apparently, Bobby has each stack of cars blocked out by the model year. Which is clever and still ever so boring.

I fire another arrow, this one misses the target and hits the back fence. With a sigh I go and try to pull it out. The shaft breaks as I remove it from the wood.

"Son of a bitch." I mumble, looking at the snapped arrow in my hand. I grab the rest of the arrows from the target and head back into the house. Cassidy is sitting at the table when I come inside. Placing the bow on the table, I go to the fridge to grab a can of lemonade.

"A princess should never put her weapons on the table." Cassidy states, not looking up at me. Her attention captivated by her laptop screen.

"Don't quote "Brave" at me." I roll my eyes at her comment. "And that accent wasn't even Scottish! That was Australian."

"Shut up, do you know how hard that accent is?" I laugh and pop the tab on the lemonade. Leaning against the counter I look at the girl sitting before me.

"Whatcha' doin' Cass?"

"Research. Sam just called in." I raise my eyebrows in curiosity.

"Are they stopping by?" I ask hopefully. She shakes her head.

"No, why?"

"It's nothing." I say with a sigh. She stops typing and looks at me.

"Really?" Her expression saw through my statement.

"Yeah, really." I said with an eye roll. This of course activated the "Bitch Face". Which I was more accustomed to seeing on Sam.

"Liar," she said, turning back to her research. "I know you want to go with them."

I stuck my tongue out at her and walked out of the kitchen to the basement door. Kicking off my boots, I went down the sketchy wooden stairs. The cement walls always kept the temperature low in the summer, making my room the perfect place to try and escape the heat and humidity. Pulling open the heavy iron door, I stepped into the panic room and placed my bow and quiver back in the armoury.

Flopping down on my bed, I stretched out and closed my eyes. My arms ached but my head was clear, and for that small moment, I was glad to have nothing to do. A buzzing started in my jacket, which was hanging on the back of a chair. Groaning, I sit up and reach for my jacket. Pulling the phone from my pocket, I hit answer without looking at the caller I.D.

"Yeah?" I answer, ever so politely.

"Wow, I was expecting "Hey Honey! How are you?" but "Yeah" works too." I laugh at Bentley's remark.

"Dumbass, when have I ever answered a call like that?" He chuckles on the other end of the line.

"I can dream."

"Dork." I sigh with a head shake. "What's up?"

"Not much, just coming back in from the Carolinas."

"You were chasing that phantom traveller weren't you?"

"Yeah, turns out the poor kid was dragged thirty yards down that gravel road. It was a bitch of a case..."