*** Author's Note: Okay so, I may or may not finish this, its something I write privately, but I had a good idea for this and decided to add it in. I've finished like three chapters but, plot twist, my laptop, and ALL my fic of every genre is out of use rn until I get to geek squad. So, here's this for now. Sorry for this long note.****
Alice sat alone in a secluded booth at the back of a bar somewhere in Illinois, in a town she couldn't remember the name of. Her life had always consisted of running towards the things no one thought actually existed. Her dad always said "If your gut tells you to run away, run at it." and she did. Even now, ten years after her father's death. She sat downing shot after shot of whiskey until it was time to run again. It was a matter of how quickly she could click through mysterious, suspitious and seeminly impossible reports on the internet; the new challenge was doing so via this bar's shitty free wifi. She ran her slim finger over her laptop mouse pad, clicking frantically before her laptop battery died all too quickly. She sighed at her dim reflection that slouched back at her from her now blackened computer screen. She pulled a headphone out of her ear and ordered a beer, and a basket of fries. A man she didn't recognize sat down in front of her, claiming to be covering her tab, which she promptly objected to. Guys who attempted to pay for her tabs were either hunting Alice or trying to pick her up, both of which she hated. She honestly had no idea what was so appealing about herself, she was an average brunette with dark blue eyes and of course a healthy body, with all the damn running she did her five-feet and seven inches couldn't retain more than 150 pounds, most of which was muscle. She didn't even act appealing, she always fumbled with her nose stud or chewed her lower lip. She didn't sit up straight and the only thing she was confident about was her ability to put a bullet between the eyes of almost anything and exorcise a demon in under two minutes.
"Hey, sweetheart." the handsome gentleman smiled, adjusting his faded leather jacket.
"No thanks." she smiled, tossing holy water in his face. If it were a demon, she'd pissed it off and initiated a fight she was already expecting, or she seemed like a bitch and the guys would walk away. Win-win for Alice either way. The man spat the water off his lips and wiped his face on his unbuttoned dress shirt that poked from his open jacket.
"Holy water? Really? In a public place?" he chuckled "You like to live dangerously and terrify innocent people."
"I call it 'Opening the eyes of the ignorant fuckwads I babysit'." she smiled.
"Hunter?" he asked all too knowingly.
'Hunter of what exactly?" she asked
"You know what." he eyed her "Holy water in my face, silver cutlery and don't think I didn't see your salt at the door, and the shaker lid is almost screwed off."
"Yes, I'm a hunter. You?" she crossed her arms over her chest.
"Yeah, me and my brother are." He nodded to another man with his face burried in books a few tables away. " Actually, we were following you. You keep hitting everything a step ahead of us. How?"
"I'm just fast? I don't know." She said,
"'Just fast'? I don't buy it." he leaned over the table, close to her face.
"Right, so you not catching shit as fast as I do automatically means I'm doing somethintg inhumane or sneaky, right?"
"Well, I-" he stammered
"I'm just a hunter, man. I'm not a soothsayer or profit or a psychic. Just a hunter." she sighed, getting up from the table, more than ready to leave this place and this awkward and unwanted interrogation.
