Supernatural // Through The Flames

Chapter 1 // The hound goes to hell

"Why can't this hell hound go and die in the hole it came from?" I grumbled to myself as I wandered through a misty forest. For the past two weeks I had been chasing a dog from hell (quite literally) all over the states. I had been to Ohio, Kansas and even Miami. Now I had made it to Michigan. It was raining, brilliant. Dark grey clouds filled the sky and rumbles of thunder shock the ground. My boots were caked in mud and my hoodie was ripped. Shame. That hoodie had been with me for a long time. It was a royal blue with a red rose on my heart and an ivy vine spreading from it over my right shoulder and down my back. I ran my hand down a nearby tree. It was smothered in blood. This was always the case. First I would find a trail, then I would fight the b*stard for a bit before it escaped. Then the whole shabam happened again. It was my life.

I am a huntress. You may have heard of the hunters, well I'm like them. Although I have more class. Huntresses and hunters alike go round destroying anything supernatural and dangerous. Ghosts, demons, old legends you name it. Which was why me doing this job was kind of weird. To put it simply I was an angel. To be precise a fallen angel, which made me prey, a well as a predator. I had demanded to leave heaven and live on Earth. It came with it's perks, but there were a whole lot more damn problems.Throughout my whole life I had been aware of 'things that went bump in the night'. It was like having a sixth sense, knowing about the secrets of the world. I had to admit though, it was lonely. I couldn't be near my family or friends, for fear they might get hurt. I could only ever think of one job I had done with someone else. It was my very first one. We all make mistakes first time.

I guessed it was about one in the afternoon, but it was almost dark. The shade from the trees didn't help, but it was the anger from the clouds that made it feel like night. "Why can't the b*tch run to Las Vegas or New York. Somewhere nice." I muttered out loud. That was another side effect of being alone. You started talking to yourself. I stopped as I heard a loud snap behind me. Within tenths of a second I had spun around with my dagger in my hand. Behind a tree prowled a russet fox. Even without seeing it I could smell it. I shoved the blade back into my pocket. Once again I caught my skin with it. "Jeez," I thought while wiping the blood away. "I really do need to take a holiday." I carried on walking, occasionally stumbling over a root or small fern. It was getting cold. The nearest town was a decent three and a half hour walk away. "Great!" I started talking out loud again. "So now I'm stuck in a frickin' forest away from all humanity chasing a dog!" I picked up a small pebble and threw it into the air. I froze. I pebble hadn't landed on the ground. The usually loud crickets were silent. The woody smell was now replaced with another stench. I turned around.

A 5ft tall hell hound loomed behind me, the pebble on it's back. The dagger came out again. Previous scars from our fights lined the dog's face and back. The most recent was still red and swelling. A growl that made me want to run and hide rumbled from its stomach. "Well two can play at that game," I smirked. A half hiss-half screech noise came from me. One of my many talents was being able to imitate voices. I had a wendigo to thank for that particular one. For a split second it was taken back. That was all I needed. I lunged at it, my dagger aimed straight for its heart. It easily blocked the attack, but I was prepared for that. In my other hand was a small revolver and I shot at the dog. I caught the top of its foreleg. Whimpering, it backed off and eyed me up. "Bad mistake!" I aimed at its heart and fired. It moved at the last second, but the bullet still landed true. A loud thump echoed through the forest. It was finally over. I had avenged my best friend. But life as a huntress didn't end after one job. I could now go and kill some other b*stard, great. I strode over to the huge body. I tapped it lightly with my foot. Then I realised something was not right. But I was too late. Its yellow eyes opened and its heavy paw swung round catching me in the side. 

I hit a tree with huge momentum and my breath was knocked out of me. I hit the floor and heard something crack. "That can't have been good." But the hell hound wasn't going to leave this time. We had both decided that the other would die here and now, and it had the advantage. With me on the floor it took its opportunity to pounce. I landed on top of me, with its claws digging into my left arm. I couldn't help but grimace in pain. Blood seeped through my hoodie. Somehow I managed to grab my revolver and shoot the hound. It fell backwards, but it wasn't dead. Why couldn't this thing just die?! The blood was now flowing heavier than I would like. I couldn't stay here much longer or I could get worse. The nearest town was a couple of hours walk away, and that was without bleeding. There was one way I could get there, but it was going to hurt. Being an angel I could transport anywhere. But being me and having my... well parentage meant that it could hurt me real bad. However, I couldn't see another way out of this one. I closed my eyes and imagined the place where I wanted to be. A bright light flashed before me and the forest disappeared.