She's not a hunter by any means, but damn her if she doesn't at least try to stop the apocalypse. Whatever else comes after it, too.
[seasons 3-7]
[slowburn]
02. | ST. LOUIS SHAPESHIFTER. ( takes place during the events of skin)
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MYA COULDN'T HAVE FORGOTTEN THE NIGHT THAT SHE MET THE WINCHESTERS IF SHE'D TRIED. They might not have remembered her, with them having saved so many other damsels, but if it wasn't for them she'd be six feet under in St. Louis.
There'd been a shapeshifter running amok, back in 2005 when she was still in the heart of her program; back when she barely knew much about the supernatural except that her dad and Bobby were hunters, but she didn't really know what that consisted of. She lived her life as a normal college student then - save for the iron and silver necklace around her neck. Most monsters were discreet and she didn't hang out in shady areas. The moment that one of them tried to grab her, she'd be able to yank her necklace off and use it as a weapon. At least, that's what her dad always told her to do.
The fated night had been normal for the most part, too. Mya had gotten back to her apartment from a clinical rotation at the hospital; it was busy in the ER, like usual, but her heart was beating so fast from a whole day of imagining herself in one of the white coats. She still wasn't sure what kind of doctor she wanted to be - but she knew that she would be one.
She dropped her bags off in her room, before shrugging her coat off and tossing it on the bedroom floor right next to the heap of dirty laundry. It was supposed to stop raining tomorrow, so she'd be able to wash it finally. Mya realized that she hadn't heard anything since she got in and frowned, popping her head around her door frame, "Liza?"
Mya waited for a few seconds for a response, allowing her frown to grow deeper when she didn't receive one. The brunette stepped out of her bedroom and back into the living room, where she traveled towards an open window and hurried to shut it before the rain soaked the bookshelf next to it. She let out quiet curses at the carelessness of Liza to not only leave a window open in a thunderstorm but to not be in the apartment and leave an entrance open. Granted, their apartment was a high-rise, but she didn't want to take a chance and doubt anything. Not when there were things to be afraid of that lurked in the dark.
Mya's attention was drawn to a view that she could barely make out underneath the raindrops that blurred the window - the flashing of blue and red lights that could only mean police cars. Crime wasn't unusual in St. Louis, but the fact that she could see the lights in the downpour amongst the rest of the city made her uneasy.
The familiar squeal of the loose floorboard in the kitchen that cut through the silence made her heart jump in her chest; Mya whipped her body around so fast that it made her brain rattle around in her head. She let out a sharp breath at the sight of her roommate standing behind the island with a sheepish smile on her face, her hands up in surrender. Mya frowned again, "I called for you when I got in, you didn't hear me?"
