What Is and what should Never Be

Chapter 2

Jupiter's pov 

I didn't know what to do. But, thankfully my training kicked in.

"Um, yeah he's hear, I'm his brother Jules, Is he in trouble?" I had to fake a worried face. 

"No, of course not but if you could get him that would be great." Sam aka my dad spoke and smiled down at me. 

"Yeah, okay I can go get him, uh come in. I'll be right back." I led them into the kitchen and walked, calmly down stairs and once I hit my room I grabbed my emergency bag with all the witch craft that Thea had made for me, a gun and some knives. I knew how to use all of them. I slung my black back pack over my jean jackets and I still had my shoes and hat on. I climbed on my bed and opened the window and climbed through. I started to run. Away from St. Paul, away from my blood. I knew that they were looking for me. I had been running/walking for about four hours and it was around seven thirty. I could fly any place in the world but I knew that they would get other hunters to look for me. I had to drop off the radar, go to someplace that they wouldn't find me. 

I was walking down a back road in the dark. Every three minutes a car passed by and i was about twenty miles from where my foster house was. I had my hands in the pockets off my jeans trying to warm them up a little. I wouldn't die from it but still, it wouldn't be pretty. 

All I had were my thoughts, I had now killed eight things. Seven human, one werewolf. At this point my balance was tipping in my demons favor. 

I didn't like it.

I liked to believe that I was good. Thea, she always said you had a choice. 

I was very deep in thought, like very deep. I didn't see the pot hole that was about 1 square foot. I didn't seem to care until I stepped in and my foot twisted around and I heard a sickening crunch of bone breaking. I screamed out when I felt the burning white shot of pain that i just got. I fell to the ground and fell into a pile of dirty snow. I lifted my foot out of the pot hole and saw that my foot was at a different angle than it's supposed to be. Way different angle.

I saw a thick branch over by my arm and I grabbed it and used it as a crutch. I pulled self up, barely. and started to walk off the road and into the woods. I was at the beginning at the trees and I sat down under it. There was no snow. I sat down took off my back pack and  leaned up against the bark of the tree. I looked at my foot and I knew I had to break it back in place so it heals right. 

I brought up my foot and with both hands gripped it and twisted it back in place. I let out a sharp and high pitched scream that I anyone was around would think a girl scream and not a guy. But it was over. My foot was back in place and I had a dry spot to crash for a few hours. I leaned my head on the back of the tree and soon fell deep in sleeps embrace. 

***

Well, this part is confusing. I woke up under the tree cold, in pain that was quickly fading. But there were voice and the engine of a car. I listened hard and with my side working together I could hear the voices as if they were speaking to me directly. Once I tuned into their conversation I regretted it already.

"See Sammy, I told you. There was blood on his hat." I thought that there was no blood on my hat. Pulled it off and looked at it and indeed there was a small speck of blood right above the brim of the hat.  

"Oh, shut up about it already Dean. Okay, he tricked me and now we gotta find him. Cas, you say he's around here? We've been looking all night and all we got is one person saying they saw somebody walking down this road."

"Yes Sam, I can feel the power coming off him. I don't know what he is, but he's dangerous maybe even more than Jack, who is also in this car and could do what we think this boy did. He killed a Werewolf by ripping off it's head. I don't know what he can do but I know he is less than a mile from us and isn't moving. He hasn't moved for seventeen hours. Maybe something got him." Well, damn. I had some other tattoo's than just my wings. I had a anti-possession tattoo on left hip bone and angel and demon warding down the right side of my rib cage. The tattoo's never crossed, ever. Thea had done them, a long time ago. I don't remember them being down but the workman ship was amazing.