Supernatural

Chapter 8

Audrey's POV

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"That was too close," I say, "You need to stop wondering around so much."

"I wanted to see Xavier!" She says, "Since I wasn't able to, you decided to drag me here."

"You and Xavier seem to have a thing for this place," I say, and then order our ice cream from Peter, "I thought maybe he'd meet you here."

"Meet me?" She furrows her eye brows, "He's dead!"

"Yeah," I shrug as she takes her ice cream, "But you came back here, didn't you?"

"What's your point?" She asks.

"God might've sent him back here too." I smile at the thought.

I hear a sudden, "Hello!" from the sidewalk.

"Did you hear that?" Halo asks, and takes a bite of her ice cream.

"It sounded someone just said, 'Hello!'." I tell her, and feel something like my leg.

I jump and turn around. Halo laughs at me.

I scoop up the puppy that's licking my legs. The poor thing is obviously a stray. It's fur is matted around it's ears, hindquarters, and paws. It wags its tail happily and reaches for my ice cream.

Halo takes the ice cream out of my other hand so I can hold the pooch with both hands. The dog falls limp is my arms and hangs, it's very relaxed, and knows it's safe in my arms.

"I think this is a collie," I say, "But how would a purebred,or any other three month old puppy end up like this?"

Halo shrugs, "Maybe she was the runt of a litter, or escaped from a puppy mill."

I frown, and almost drop the puppy as it replies, "I am a collie! And no, I didn't come from a mill. I wasn't dumped either. I ran. I ran because I was being chased by an evil man, an evil, evil man."

I look crazily at Halo as if to ask, "Did you hear what I just heard?"

Halo replies with the same expression.

"Don't worry, you're not hearing things," The puppy says, "And I'm a girl by the way, but you can probably tell because of my voice anyways."

I nod, "Let's head back to Austin's."

"Who's Austin?" The pup asks.

"A friend of mine." I smile as we head back to my truck.

"More like boyfriend." Halo snickers and takes shotgun.

I hand her the puppy, and start my truck, "You think so?"

Halo laughs and doesn't reply.

I pull out if the Dairy Queen parking lot. I turn on the radio. It plays country music, my favorite.

Halo sings along to the song, even though she shouldn't know the lyrics, "Rumors flew, but nobody knew how much she blamed herself, for years and years. She tried to hide the whiskey on her breath."

"She finally drank her pain away, a little at a time, but she never could get drunk enough to get him off her mind until the night-"

"Stop singing please!" I stop her angelic singing voice, "You're gonna make me cry."

Halo shrugs, "Sorry I'm so good at singing."

And she is good at singing, she sounds like an angel. It makes sense I guess, because she is an angel.

The puppy has fallen asleep in Halo's lap, and is whining in its sleep. Then in moves its paws back and forth as if its chasing cars in its dreams.

"Do you think it would be better if we changed the radio to a happy station?"

"Sure," I say, keeping my eyes on the round, "Pick one."

"How about number three?" She asks.

I nod, "Sure."

I squint as the sun shines very brightly through the trees. Blinding my vision, I shut my eyes for a split second, and I run over something.

I slam on the brakes. The puppy swings off Halo's lap and onto the floor.

"Really?" The puppy asks, standing up, dazed and shaking.

"I ran over something." I explain, "I'll be right back to see if the poor things okay."

I hop out of the truck, and see a pair of Nike's shoes behind my rear tires.

"Really?" I ask myself, "I ran over a person? Why couldn't it been a deer or a turkey?"

I summon flames in my hand, a power that came along with the dragon shifting. I can move fire, bend fire, even breathe it when I'm not in my dragon form. I can also set my self on fire, that's why my parents gave me the nickname Torch.

My parents have no idea where my powers came from. They aren't my biological parents. I was an orphan. They adopted me when I was three months old.

The orphanage told my parents that I was just dropped off. Rapped in a quilt, and with nothing else but a note with a dragon drawn on top.

I've never been told what the note said.

I look at back of my truck, and the person I ran over has disappeared. There's no blood, so sign that I hit anything.

I crouch down to get a better look, and I jump when I feel  someone tap my shoulder.