Hell Meets the High Heavens

That's not a Revnant

It was a late night for Wynonna Earp. Her nights usually consisted of staying up until about one in the morning drinking whatever kind of booze she could get her hands on. She considered it a normal night with excessive alcohol and drunken sleep. She stumbled to her truck to, against better judgement, to drive back home.

With blurred vision and fumbling fingers, Wynonna somehow manages to get to her vehicle and unlock the door. Of course, she almost fell more times than steps she took to get there, but she made it there nonetheless. In the process of trying to get her car started, Wynonna hears a disturbing, unsettling scream come from the alleyway behind her.

While Wynonna was still drunker than a skunk, the adrenaline that started coursing through her veins seemed to counteract the depressant that she kept putting in her body. She didn't know exactly what caused the scream, she figured it had to be from a revenant. A nasty, vile revenant.

Grasping her gun, which was ironically named Peacemaker, she slowly walked over to the alley where she heard the scream. The sight that lie before was only a sight that a drunk Wynonna could sarcastically remark at.

An ugly looking man-- creature?-- stands there, hissing at Wynonna. Wynonna's eyes find the source of the scream. A young girl, no more that nineteen, is lying in her own pool of blood which is still pouring from her neck.

"So you, uh, you two seeing each other?" Wynonna remarks, waving Peacemaker at the girl.

"Get lost, lady," the thing says, his voice deep and raspy.

"Damn, you are one ugly looking revenant, aren't you?"

"My name is Gradfifths, warrior of the silver--"

"Yeah, yeah," Wynonna says, waving him off, "you lived a long time ago, got killed by Wyatt Earp, and now you want revenge."

"I know nothing of the nobleman that you call by the name of Wyatt Earp," the ugly revenant growls, making a stance to fight against Wynonna.

Wynonna only shrugs, unholstering Peacemaker from her side. "You things never learn do you?" She points her gun at the figure.

"It would do you good to respect those who are superior to you." The ugly whatever he was was only able to finish that sentence before Wynonna sends a bullet straight as his head. He doesn't move, not even fazed by the attack. Wynonna hears the sound of the round bounce off of the creature and into the trash behind him. Wynonna fires another round and then another. Her aim was off and Peacemaker wasn't doing the job it was supposed to.

Hearing the faint sound of police sirens in the distance, the creature crouches, about to jump over the building. The creature jumps in the air, clearing the building with several feet of leeway. Wynonna, still shooting bullets at him, grows increasingly more frustrated.

Just as she hears the sirens and the sound of tires on gravel pull up, she begins to fire even more vigorously.

"Why won't Peacemaker kill this revenant?" Wynonna shouts in between the obnoxiously loud shots from her gun.

"Maybe because he's actual an alien?" an odd and new voice come from a fair distance behind her.

Wynonna turns to see a tan woman with long dark brown hair standing next to Officer Haught. She's not wearing any traditional police clothing, but comfortable jeans and and nice blouse. Wynonna puts her gun at her hip again, not wanting to be mistaken as hostile.

"Wynonna, this is Maggie Sawyer from National City," Nicole says, almost too timidly.

"We chased a couple undesirables from our city to here," The new officer-- Maggie?-- tries to explain.

"Pft, there's no such thing as aliens." Wynonna kicks the dirt and laughs.

"But demons from hell are?" Maggie counters. "Interesting."

Maggie goes over to the dead girl, unfazed by the ripped neck and copious amounts of blood. Wynonna hears a sigh come from the woman.

"Yep, this is definitely our guy," Maggie says. "Two clear and opposite incisions in the neck to open it up. He makes it swift but not painless."

"He said his name was... Garfunkel?" Wynonna slurs slightly as her adrenaline begins to wear off and the alcohol takes over again.

"Gradfifths," Maggie says, clearly unamused by Wynonna drunkenness even though she's had her fair share of times being drunk. "Anyways, I want to get my team out here and analyze this alleyway before the sun comes up and people begin to see."

"Mag--" Nicole starts but stops abruptly like the polite gay she is. "Uh, Detective Sawyer, but this is technically in our jurisdiction."

"Your jurisdiction ends where I say it does," yet another voice says from the road at the beginning of the alleyway. She is a sharp dressed woman, who is in nice slacks, a terribly nice blouse, and a jacket to match her pants.

"And who are you, may I ask?" Nicole says, beating Wynonna to the punch.

"Agent Alex Danvers, FBI," The woman says, flashing her badge. "Since this is a case from National City, it's now considered our case. We brought in Detective Sawyer to assist since she knows this perpetrator more than any of us."

"Alright," Nicole sighs, clearly not wanting to get in the way of a federal agent. She then turns to Wynonna, stating, "Come on, drunk seed, I'll drive you home. Your sister is worried sick about you."

"She'll be worried to hear that you're chasing aliens," Wynonna slurs even harder, stumbling up to her sister's girlfriend and using her as a crutch.

"Waverly is going to know nothing about these aliens," Nicole snaps. She knows that once Waverly got wiff of this whole alien thing, she'd be on her heels making sure Nicole didn't get a scratch on her.

"Hehe, sure, Red, sure." Wynonna says as Nicole practically carries her to her police car.

Once the two are driving away, Alex turns to Maggie with a smile on her face. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

"That Ginger Spice is gay?" Maggie waves her hand. "Please, I noticed it days before you showed up."

"Sure ya did, babe. Sure ya did."