Freedom Without Wings

1.2: Stay Safe, Stay Alive, No Promises

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Kyleigh's Point Of View

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I pause the exorcism and began to drive throughout the town, looking for the aura.  I then rolled my window back up, hearing a shot ricochet off a trash can.  I took a sharp left, seeing a sniper getting ready for his shot.  "Tabris!!"  I ask the Angel to answer, dodging another bullet.  "Can you tele us up to that sniper's nest?!"  I switched gears, looking for something to hold the gas pedal in place.  I grab Lovecraft's book 'Call of Cthulhu,' put it on the pedal.  I grab the messenger bag of knowledge, and was teleported.  'Sorry Hunts.'   I thought, apologizing to the vehicle my father gave me.  I turn to see a man on the balcony, the sniper.  I hit the man on the back of the neck, then putting him in a full nelson.  He struggled for a bit, but he seemed like he was slightly older than me, 2-3 years.  "Help-"  "Shut up and gimme your gun." I commanded in a low voice.

"Go to Hell, ya demon." The man says, tired.

"What you heard from my car, exorcism.  If I was one of them, I would've been effected."  I explained to him, stealing his gun.  I cocked the gun, silver, it's atmosphere feels like Holy water.

"You can go now," I say, letting the man go.  "You're just a kid." The guy says in shock.  "Far from it." I say bitterly.

I look at his eyes, human.  I put my hand on his head,'Can you please help him?'   Tabris answers my plea, clearing his vision.  I walk away from the man and began to look for the others.  I turn to see an explosion, 'Mother of God..'  My one way out was blown to smithereens.  I ran down the stairs, and got ready to shoot my plastic shells.  There wasn't anybody at the end of the book case.  I calmed down, I hear a noise behind me-

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8 hours later.

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'What in God's name?'  I groggily thought, waking from my- 'Wait.  I was knocked out, wasn't I?'

I was splashed with what seemed to be a failed attempt of Holy water.  I shook the water away from my face.  "That's not even Holy water."  I signed to the group of ten to fifteen people.  "How the Hell would you know where our sniper was Demon?!" A female with a cross around her neck accuses.  "Calm your ass down, lady.  I'm human with an Angel on my shoulder-"  I waited for someone to say something, because some of them looked confused.  "Can you understand me?"   

No one answered.  I cleared my throat, "S'up bi-"  I got another splash of Holy water to the face.  "So you can talk, now tell us what are your Demon friends up to?"  A man with a shitty beard said.  "As you should know by now, I'm not a Demon because I would've been burning dumbasses."

"Demons are liars." A man says, "They decieve and kill.  Your book, tells us all about it."  He held up a black leather notebook written with silver Sharpie, 'A HELL LOT OF' and engraved into it 'Death Note.'   I gave him bitch face.  "Waltersobchakeit." I say, reluctantly.  My teenage sass was appearing.  "If I was a Demon, wouldn't I be worried to say God's name?  Oh look!  I said it."

"Okay, we get it." An older woman says, untying me.  I stood up, grabbing my book and putting it in my messenger bag.  I sigh and look at them in the eyes, "Now, which one of you is War?" I say, my head raised high.  Tabris backs me up, flashing our eyes blue, making us look threatening.  "What are you-" "Kill her!"  A man who was almost bald says, panicking.  "Her eyes!  They're all black!"  'Ah hell nah.'  I thought, ready to ask Tabris to take me out of here.  'I got your back!'  She says and teleports us out, our eyes glowing brighter and brighter.  I braced for the impact, not knowing where we're going.

I open my eyes, to see we're at the broken bridge.  "Dean, Sam.  Hello.  War is making people look like Demons."  I put my hands in the air, nervous if they say me as a monster.  The two Winchesters look to each other, seeming to have a silent coversation.  "How long have you been there?"  "Since 6 pm, awake for 2-3 hours, got knocked out." I explained to the brothers.  I sigh, 'I didn't want to speak at all, it hurts to even think about it.  Problem with the hunter life.'

I spoke to them, "So, War: a balding man, tuxedo, red striped tie.  Twists ring before screwing stuff up."  "Thanks for the heads up, where's Hunts?" Sam asks about my truck.  "I'm lost 'em, but I'll find 'em."  I say with a shy smile.  "Stay safe." Dean begins our trademark words, I reply,"Stay alive."  Dean and I say together with a smile, two very special words.

"No promises."