Looking over a children's photo book that I made into a bestiary with laminated pages, 'I wonder if I'll get the Bobby Singer seal of approval or if he'll try to kill me because he thinks I'm some kinda crazy monster teenager?' I can't help but question in my head since I added in knowledge on Angels, Archangels, Leviathans, the Horsemen and their Rings being keys to something and so on and so forth.
"I also need to figure out a way to distribute the PDF version of my Hunter's Handbook to all the Hunters out there which is hard because it's 2005 and smartphones aren't a thing yet…I may have to make a lot more of these babies and have people like Ellen who are connected with Hunters and have places of business that are frequented by Hunters distribute these Hunter Handbooks for me." I hum while continuing to look over the Hunter Handbook I created, which contains a bestiary, guide to spotting handling and using very basic magical spells and rituals that will improve a Hunter's knowledge, quality of life and limit monsters, witches, demons and other entities from having an even greater advantage over them, it's a resource all hunters should have access to, it's just distribution and supplies are a key issue.
Bobby's personal home phone starts to ring. I debate on whether or not to answer it before I pick it up just in case it's an emergency, and for my troubles I'm rewarded with Bobby's crotchety voice.
"You better not try going after that possible Omega werewolf or nomadic shifter that's in the area by yourself kid…I know you're itching to be a hunter and get on the job but you need to be taught first, you need someone to look out for you until you're good and trained up, I won't have May's only son's death on my conscious!" Bobby grouches into the phone and uses the name of my body's mother with a familiarity that's mixed with old heartache.
'Jokes on you, I didn't even know there was a werewolf in the area…but now that I do…' The itch to get out there and do something surges with a new intensity within me.
"I didn't even know there was a werewolf, Bobby…I've been busy studying and then cataloguing information in a digital format while working as a Monsterpedia and call service for Hunters." I explain to Bobby in a slow measured voice while trying to keep the curiosity I have towards the nature of the relationship that Bobby and this body's mother had.
An almost proud sounding gruff grunt comes from the phone, "Aye, Rufus…Dean, John and Garth have called to tell me that you've been doing a good job, Kid…I'll call Dean and have him come take care of this werewolf problem, so stay out of it." Bobby grumps, he's been pretty grumpy since he hasn't been able to drink in preparation of a triple bypass surgery that the doctors at the hospital won't let him leave before having.
"Sure thing Bobby…maybe I could hunt with Dean, you know have him show me the ropes?" I ask slash to offer a solution. "No your cousin Dean is too reckless and hot headed, I'll teach you when I get out of this damned butcher shop, until then you keep your ass in the house answering phones." I feel a spike of hot annoyance and want to argue with Bobby but in the end I don't as the man has not only welcomed me into his home he obviously cares about what happens to me.
"You sure you'll be able to keep up with me old man?" I ask settling for snarky cockiness rather than hostility, Bobby mostly curses and calls me an Idjit before he ends the call.
'Hope I didn't raise his blood pressure too much…' I start to worry even more about the old timer while my feelings of guilt towards causing him to have a heart attack in the first place deepens.
"I should get some sleep. I'm going on five days now with little more than…half an hour of a catnap each day…plus I'm out of coffee and honey…" I mumble to myself and a yawn slips out of me, making me nod and think, 'Yup, definitely time to crash for a bit…I can think about…the how of establishing my Hunter's guild later…' I grab my notebook that rests beside the large picture book turned into the ultimate Hunter's guide, that had my admittedly spotty future knowledge, plans and ideas for the future of a united support organization for hunters jotted down within it.
"Can't let this fall into the wrong hands, some good hearted soul will make the stupid mistake of trying to circumvent these cannon events entirely and pissing the dick- head-who-must-not-be-named-off, who is little more than a petulant child who throws a fit and flips the game board over every time things don't go exactly the way he wants them to go." I mutter to myself and lay down on the cot in the office-like area near the windows placing my notebook slash proto-journal underneath my body as I lay down on my back.
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Nevermore Academy, Spooky Earth;
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A figure wreathed in estrosortic energies, chants a spell while Wednesday wields a rapier trying to cut through living shadows that are holding her at bay, while Enid is in a similar situation while going full cute furry murder puppy on some zombies while straining against chains made of shadow.
"Your mother never should have slighted me, the warlock of Cracksus, she will be on her knees begging me for my forgiveness, begging for me to bring her precious daughter back from that place!" The deranged figure wreathed in a corona of esoteric energies cackles madly.
While Wednesday's face remains cold and emotionless as a large blushish tear in reality opens in front of her and a sucking vortex pulls her towards the tear in reality, Enid manages to break free and reach Wednesday's side only to be sucked into the tear alongside her best friend and roomie.
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Woods Surrounding Sioux Falls, Supernatural Earth;
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A Hunter chasing a werewolf stopping to fire silver bullets at it from his lever action thirty-thirty is suddenly thrown off of his feet while a large sounding boom accompanied by the sound of fabric tearing multiple by a thousand accompanies a blueish-white tear in reality forming ten feet off of the forest ground.
Two figures fall from the tear in space time and land with a meaty thump, the werewolf that had been being chased by the Hunter turns around at smelling not only a female or his species in prime breeding years but also a bleeding human snack…also female.
Enid is the first to recover and get onto her feet…paws? She's still not sure what to call them. She's only been a real werewolf for a couple of months at this point, the twisted scent of a diseased werewolf burns her nostrils and makes her lips curl back in disgust which reveals her maw full of sharp teeth.
The things that smells like a werewolf bursts into the small clearing in the woods, Enid rears back in disgust, this werewolf of it can even be called that looks like something out of a poor quality low budget werewolf movie that Enid usually finds insulting, 'It's a bitten wolf…I didn't think any of them existed anymore, the Pure-Blood packs supposedly purged them all from America during the third witch hunts.' The werewolf charges Enid, from its scent she can tell it's male, hungry and wants to dominate slash mate her, then eat Wednesday for a snack.
The werewolf collides with Enid and they roll across the ground snapping and clawing at each other Enid can't help the whimper that escapes her this werewolf might be diseased and disfigured but it is strong, incredibly so, it manages to pin Enid to the ground face in the dirt, she starts to feel sick as she knows what's about to happen, and then she hears some pine needles crunching underneath something weight while the scent of Wednesday's scent increases the werewolf on top of her whimpers in pain before hollowing enraged, there is a meaty sound and a loud thump.
Enid sees Wednesday smacking against a tree hard before crumpling to the ground the male on top of her chases after her friend intent on ending her once and for all, Enid gives chase and dives just managing to grab the werewolf's left rear ankle in her mouth it's blood and flesh make her feel sick he tastes wrong.
And then loud booming of gunshots deafen her before hot burning stings light up along her back, along with near mind melting pain, as a hollow of pain bursts out of her, her jaw unhinges allowing her and Wednesday's assailant to escape, Enid torn between escaping with her life or going after the werewolf who has scooped up Wednesday and is running deeper into the forest.
'I can't save Wednesday if I die.' Her brain helpfully supplies and Enid begins making her escape into the woods as well, her heart breaking at failing to protect her best and only friend.
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