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1.01 pilot (2)
"Single room, please", Aledis stated, finishing off with a bittersweet smile. The man simply nodded and followed through with her demand.
Her eyes brushed along the badly decorated reception room, scrunching her nose at the sight of it. There was dust sprinkled thickly along the furniture, the wallpaper had inconsistent blotches of black paint creating a pattern along the four walls, and the desk had disregarded food crumbs and stains, along with the ignored paper balls and the overflowing pen stains. Her obsessive need of control was eating her up from inside, before she could grab the cleaning equipment and get to work she was interrupted by the sound of keys colliding and a tobacco induced cough.
She unlocked the deep red motel door that simply read '8' and walked in. The scent of cheap perfume and alcohol slapping her face. The room was as clean as the reception, maybe worse. The decoration made her believe that an Austin Powers movie inspired the dog who decorated the room.
She sighed at the sight of the lumpy mattress with a maroon comforter and the blotches of the sheets that left Aledis with a fear of knowing where they came from. She dropped her bag and shut the door with a kick, going straight to the bathroom. She took a shower in the dirty bathroom and got dressed, making sure to not forget her large leather jacket and her necklace.
She wondered what may have killed the boy and grabbed her journal to jot down her thoughts.
Suicide. Regret for killing her children. Spirit. She wrote. The words were flashing through her mind, trying to find a link between a teenage boy and a suicidal mother. She paced around the rood thinking of what kind of spirit might've killed young men.
Woman in white.
She stood up from the bed and grabbed her duffle. She gathered her shotgun and searched for rock salt bullets. Loading them in and placing the weapon into her smaller bag, preparing herself to catch the bitch with the information she stole from the Winchesters.
She then went on to pull on her boots, forgetting about the idle blade placed in it. She reached in to make the shoe stretch to her foot size and accidentally grazed her hand against the blade.
"Mierda!" she muttered, rushing to the dim-lighted bathroom. In need to find any type of aid to stop the blood rush running along her hand, when she was unsuccessful she sprinted to the hallway opposite the room.
She came across a utility room, and scrounged inside in need of a bandage. When she was successful, she let out a small Aha!, and continued to aid her hand. She wrapped it tightly around her hand and walked out of the room, discretely. Walking rapidly, looking at her surroundings, making sure the police car parked in front of the motel wasn't there for her.
A tall dark figure banged roughly against her, allowing her to stumble, but quickly regaining her posture.
"Well, well." The man mocked, Aledis shot her eyes to him, quickly realising who it was. "Long time no see" He said, sly smirk decorating his face.
