A Missed Shot

Chapter Six

Destiny looks down upon the corpses and physically disabled bodies of the wolves on the ground surrounding her. She lets out a sigh. "Well that was fun and all, but I need to get what I came for."

Grabbing her equipment, she first heads to the bathroom to wash off all the blood. Feeling a bit light headed, she steps out and heads upstairs into her room. Going down on all fours, she rolls her Pennyboard from under her bed. The wheels were rubber and a blood red colour. Under the board itself was all black except for text in old English font that read Destiny's name in white letters. On the name itself was a hatchet that read, "ONE TIME USE ONLY."

She scoffs and mutters to herself, "I'm pretty sure ganking the world's most power hungry son of a bitch is worth the single use." Moving the small rug from out of the way, she raises the hatchet and strikes the floorboards about five times until she's able to clear the rest with her hands. The hatchet is worn out and jagged looking. "So that's why I could only use it once." She tosses it over her shoulder and it lodges itself into the wall. Under the floorboards is a one strap backpack with five thousand dollars in it and medicine and supplements. She slings the bag over her shoulder and gets back onto her feet.

At this point, Destiny is on the verge of passing out. She sees a young woman with red hair past her shoulders and she's about 5 feet tall. She would've assumed it was Scarlet if it weren't for the fact that Scar's hair was short and curly and this woman's was the exact opposite. Still, her appearance seemed vaguely familiar.

Destiny begins to approach the woman, but the more she does, the more her head hurts. Not even within 5 feet of her, Destiny faints and wakes up, finding herself in the bathroom still, washing her gear. She sighs of relief to think it was only a dream but she realizes that she's wearing the bag. Taking her now clean gear and strapping it all on, she heads upstairs with her dagger drawn. The room is just how it was left in the dream. The hatchet embedded within the wall. The floorboards torn apart. Her board resting by the hole in the floor. She's creeped out at this point. "Okay, I'm so leaving now."

She glances down at herself to see she is drenched in wolf blood. The acrid smell is absolutely sickening. After a warm shower, she throws on her favorite outfit: a plain white tee with a black leather bikers jacket that she likes to keep unziped, dark skinny jeans and black Timberland boots.

Destiny opens her window, tosses out the board and jumps out after it. Sticking the landing on it, she skates out into the street and heads to the checkpoint plotted by The Overseer.

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It takes Destiny over two hours to get the capital of Connecticut, but alas, she made it. For 9 at night, there sure is a lot of people still out and about on the street. The ornate buildings all stand tall before her. She continues skating down the road until she hits a dead end street. She makes a sharp turn right down it and spots an ominous house down at the end.

Her comm device chimes in. "I'm seeing you're starting to close in on those coordinates." It was The Overseer.

"Lemme guess," Destiny begins, "Creepy ass looking house at the end of the road that does not at all assimilate with the buildings in the neighborhood?"

"Yahtzee."

"Real swanky hideout."

"When you get in, you'll need to find a man by the name of Dean Winchester. He and his brother can help you find Ellie, but--"

"In the end I kill her, I know."

"A fast learner, I see. I'll be in touch."

"Hey, wait," Destiny starts to argue but before she could get her words out, the comm disconnected. "Piece of shit."

She approaches the building, the door creaking open in her failed attempt to knock. Peering inside, she sees no one. The inside looked grand

minus the fact that the furniture and rugs were faded and the paint on the walls were chipped. Still, the place was eerily familiar to Destiny.

Not even 20 feet into the building, a figure comes up from behind and pins Destiny to the wall, binding her hands behind her back with theirs.

"Are you one of us," a firm voice of the man holding her calls out. To her right, Destiny hears a shotgun cocking.

Straining, she replies, "Why else am I here?" The man lifts the back of Destiny's clothes, unveiling the emblem on her back showing she was a member. The man lets go and the shotgun uncocks. She spins around to see two men, one tall and the other quite handsome. She says to the handsome one, the one who pinned her to the wall, "I take it you're Dean, the one in charge around here, and this is your brother."

"Bingo. His name is Sam. I take it you're Destiny, the one to bring that messed up, air-breathing Ariel to hell where she belongs."

With a smile, she replies, "That's me."

"Good," Sam pitches in, but we haven't got a moment to waste. You need to be in Miami in 4 days and you need further training, about 2 more days worth of time. C'mon, basement. Now."