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Post by Jefferson on Oct 24, 2010 19:44:11 GMT -5
The window to the Carson City motel was covered with dust, the bedsheets smelled of something fierce, the television actually had a crack across the screen, and some of the floorboards were actually coming lose. In short, the room was perfect for Jefferson at this point. His mind was too focused on the task ahead of him to care too much for comfort, plus his nerves were bothering him too much for him to notice the room.
It was one in the morning, and Jefferson had been sitting on the bed looking at a few pictures he had received three days prior to coming to Carson City. Four pictures showed a man in different locations, and the last three had no one in them. The latter were the ones Jefferson was focused on, seeing as they were the only ones that actually focused on the background. These pictures were clouding Jefferson's mind in a way that he had not felt since he was eighteen.
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Three days ago, Jefferson was randomly flipping through sites in order to find any new information in order to take his faction hunting. Times had been slow since the vampire hunt, and at that time Jefferson's left arm had somewhat healed. He now had no feeling in that arm, but he could not move it at a hundred percent. He could hardly get a grip on anything with it, which meant that he couldn't make a fist, and it was impossible for him to move it as fast as his right arm. His left arm was nothing more than a nuisance to him, but he could still hunt and that's all that mattered.
At the bottom left of the monitor screen, a pop-up appeared alerting Jefferson of a new e-mail from someone he did not know. A long time ago Jefferson would have deleted this e-mail right away, but ever since Casey came into play, he didn't anymore. If it was an e-mail from Casey, all the better because that meant he could get a hunt and quit the search for one.
Opening the mail, Jefferson noticed two things right away. The first thing was that there was a video link, which was weird. Casey usually didn't send videos, so could this mean that Casey was finally showing his face? The second thing were the pictures in the mail. The man in the pictures looked oddly familiar to Jefferson, but he couldn't understand why. Ignoring the pictures for right now, Jefferson opened the video link.
The video showed a man tied up to a chair in front of the camera. The room was not shown, the only thing visible was the man that was gagged with a white cloth and the look of fear in his eyes. Jefferson looked closer at the video, and noticed that it was the same man from the pictures. Before Jefferson could figure out who the man was, the camera swiveled around and came into focus on a different man.
The new man was no one Jefferson had ever seen before. He had on a wicked smile, looked about the same age as Jefferson, and his brown hair was of medium length, cutting short above the eyes. The man's eyes were his key aspect, and it wasn't because of his eyelashes or the shape of them-it was actually the color. No human in this world had eyes as red as that man. There was no doubt about it, the man was a Red Eyed Demon.
"Hello Jefferson! That's right I know who you are, but do you know who I am? I'll give you three hints to help you out. First hint, my eyes...aren't they just a lovely shade of crimson, second hint, your brother," with this he picked up the camera and pointed it to the man that was tied up. Jefferson's brother? It came back to him, that man sitting there was Adams. With this thought in Jefferson's mind, the camera was set back and pointed back at the RED. "Yes Jeffy, you don't mind me calling you Jeffy right?, that is your brother! He was such a cocky little bastard, but to his dismay so am I...er, well, I'm just a cocky bastard-there is nothing little about me, if you know what I mean. Oh that's right, your third hint! There isn't any! I must miscounted, how dreadfully foolish of me."
Jefferson was beginning to loathe the demon in the video. The snarky comments, the sight of those wretched eyes, and the taunting look they gave. The man in the video was playing games with Jefferson, and as of now Jefferson was losing.
"Give up? Of course you do, no one knows who I am," said the demon while feigning anguish. After his little dramatic performance, he stood up once again and went back to facing the camera. "You see, the greatest of villains are not the ones who are famous, but the ones who can pass through life without anyone knowing who they truly are. To introduce myself, I am Ashton-Collector of Souls that Hunt. I am a demon that only specializes in gathering souls of hunters, and as you can guess Jeffy, I have my eyes set on you. I want to make a deal, but I also want to have a little fun first. Take the last three pictures as clues of where I am. You have one week from today to find out where I am. Now don't try contacting me through a cross road, because I won't answer." With this the video was over.
As soon as the video ended, Jefferson jumped into action. He printed out all the pictures, hoping that if he showed anyone a picture of his brother they would know where he was, and shoved them into his pocket.. He then, as quickly as he could, typed up a letter explaining to everyone in the faction that he was leaving them, and that he was going to leave the door that led to the room filled with weapons, supernatural artifacts, and books open. Printing this out, he taped it onto the desk. As quickly as he could, Jefferson went to the door and left it wide open. He already had everything he needed in his car, so everything in this room was for grabs. His final act was to pack all his clothes. Jefferson rushed to his room, threw all his clothes into a suitcase he had (not worrying about being neat), closed up the suitcase and went to his car.
Jefferson sat inside his car for awhile, everything he had just done came rushing to him. He had acted without thinking, hell he didn't even know where to start. He was about to leave his faction without a leader, he was about to go out on his own, and he was about to give up the search on Sam and Dean to search for a demon and his brother. Before he could do any of this, he had to clear his mind and figure out everything he could.
Taking out the pictures, he tried to smooth them out as best as he could. After this, he placed the four of his brother inside the glove box and looked at the other three. The first one was a picture of a cross-roads, which was weird seeing as Ashton told him not to contact him through a cross-road. The second picture showed a small abandoned building. Could this be where Adams was being held? The third picture was of a sign that said 'Now Entering Carson City.' So he was in Nevada? Jefferson smirked, feeling that at least he was one bit closer to finding his brother.
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Now that he was in Carson City, Jefferson was busy trying to figure out where to go next. Ashton hadn't given him much help, and Jefferson was actually hoping Ashton was going to contact him again for more clues, but it seemed that the number three was the max hints that Ashton would give.
Ashton was still in Jefferson's mind, still taunting him, still playing him like a puppet. Jefferson needed to know more about that demon, but Ashton was right, not many people knew about him. Jefferson looked everywhere for a lore or myth or anything really to tell him who the hell Ashton was, but no dice. Everything was blank, and no one Jefferson contacted knew that Ashton even existed. There was still only one person, one individual that Jefferson still hadn't talked to, and that was Aiden.
Jefferson grabbed his phone and began to dial Aiden's number, but stopped short. It was late, so the probability of Aiden answering was minimal. Also, Jefferson still didn't know if Aiden had forgiven him yet, but he couldn't care about that right now. He needed info and he needed it now. Typing the last couple of numbers, Jefferson pressed the call button and waited to see if Aiden would respond.
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Post by Aiden on Oct 27, 2010 14:05:08 GMT -5
It was never too late for Aiden Wood. Sure, there was the off chance that he was asleep, something he didn't do much of recently with everything that was going on, and if that was the case, whoever might contact Aiden might get a grumpy response--if anyone knew Aiden, they also knew that he loved his sleep. But odds were that he wasn't asleep, he was on the computer, he was making calls, he was prepping bags, he was talking to someone in his faction, he was watching a show online to distract himself.
Last time Aiden tried to contact Jeff, the number he called was disconnected, so he didn't get through. And considering he didn't know the number of anyone else in the faction, well, he didn't get to tell Jeff that the stuff that happened almost a year ago was in the past. He could see Malcolm's reasoning, he could see Jeff's reasoning, and Aiden knew that he was overreacting at the time...and for a good while afterward.
Aiden passed a message on to Casey in hopes of getting into contact with Jeff, but it never happened. So he sort of let it go. Jeff had his number, so whenever the call was made it was made. So he carried on. So when Aiden's phone started vibrating loudly on his desk in the middle of the night, he grabbed it an instant later. He was pouring over dusty books, with aching eyes and a fading consciousness. The loud sound was jarring, so he shot upright and grabbed his phone, hoping that the noise didn't wake up someone else in the silence. He glanced at the number as the phone buzzed in his hand. Unknown to him. Casey. Orders. Winchesters. Answer.
"Hello?" he answered, waiting for the other end, presumably a deep or garbled voice to give him an order. Casey usually sent texts, but he wouldn't put it below him to place a call. Maybe he was getting more personable, and less heavy breathing type of stalker. |
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Post by Jefferson on Oct 28, 2010 15:27:12 GMT -5
The phone rang once, twice, three times. Each ring bothered Jefferson because he thought Aiden wouldn't answer, and at this time Jefferson needed Aiden's help. The usual lone hunter, the man that did not ask for help, now needed help. This was too big for him to handle on his own, so when the phone rang the fourth time he was about to hang up when he heard a voice on the other side.
"Aiden? It's Jefferson. I don't have much time to catch up, or anything like that. I need your help Aiden, so please help me out. There is a Red Eyed Demon named Ashton, and I would usually go after that bastard myself, but he has my brother hostage. I have no idea what his game is, or why he's doing any of this. Actually I don't know jack squat about this guy. I was hoping you would know something about him, or if Malcolm knew anything about him. If you do please tell me!"
Jefferson said everything in such a rush that he had no idea if Aiden understood him. He was too busy tapping his fingers on his lap, waiting for a response from. The more you know about your enemy, the easier it is to track them down. While waiting, he closed his eyes and tried to control his emotions. Last time he felt this way was when his ability was acting up and all his emotions were getting jumbled up. This was difficult, because even though a second hadn't even passed since he told Aiden all that, it felt like an eternity.
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Post by Aiden on Oct 29, 2010 13:38:21 GMT -5
The voice on the other end caught him off guard. It'd been a while since he heard it, but he recognized it nonetheless. And Jeff sounded just as exhausted as he was, not to mentioned worried. Had someone died in the faction? What was going on? He sat up a little, trying to force the sleep out of his body. "Jeff? Whats--" Aiden was cut off as Jeff went into a speech about a red eyed demon named Ashton, and how it was holding Jeff's brother hostage. What the... that didn't sound normal.
Ashton. The name didn't ring any bells, but that didn't mean Malcolm didn't encounter him at some point. "One sec'," Aiden said, wheeling his chair to the left and pulling a drawer open. From it he produced a decently sized journal, leather bound and a little worn, but well preserved. After Malcolm died, Aiden rearranged its contents by monster, and while it might be a little vague, obscure, or contain time jumps, it all made sense to him.
He flipped to demons, then the section on red eyed demons, and scanned the pages in the book. After a few pages, he actually found the name. "Uh, wow, Malcolm actually knew about him. It was back in '97, Malcolm was following up on the death of a hunter, and he figured out that Ashton is a red eyed that likes to kill hunters...no wait, collect the souls of hunters. There isn't much, basically it just says he likes to toy with them. Jeff, you're not going to give your soul over to this guy, are you?"
His mind raced with ideas. The demon was probably smart enough not to fall for the hidden devils trap, wouldn't stick around long enough for an exorcism, and they didn't have a demon killing knife or the Colt. That left pretty much two alternatives; have Aiden go out and turn Hulk on the demon, rip it out and kill it, or have Jeff find the demons bones, and who knows how long that would take. "I don't have much, Jeff, and the two ideas I do have you won't like. Where are you, maybe we can drive out and help you." |
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Post by Jefferson on Nov 5, 2010 20:48:45 GMT -5
Taking into account everything Aiden had just told him, Jefferson learned nothing new, except that Malcolm was following a lead on a demon named Ashton and that said demon loved to toy with people. This was an odd behavior for demons, Jefferson knew this well, but maybe it was a strength for Ashton. If Malcolm couldn't kill the beast, how was Jefferson suppose to? The mere thought of killing something that looked so human was revolting to Jefferson, but if he had to he would.
"Jeff, you're not going to give your soul over to this guy, are you?"
The question surprised Jefferson. He was going to tell Aiden no to reassure him, but that would have been a lie. Jefferson had no idea how far he would go to save Adams, seeing as Adams was his least favorite brother, but he was his brother nonetheless. If anything happened to Adams where Jefferson had to sell his soul then...
"Listen Aiden, if you want to help then I'm in Carson City. Once you get here call me on this number to meet up with you. By the way, hurry up. I only have four more days before Ashton does something to my brother."
Jefferson hung up on Aiden and threw himself on the bed. He landed on the pictures, but the stress he felt throughout the day had fatigued him to an almost comatose state of mind. Almost, because the nightmares still came. It was about the silhouette of a giant man holding unto a the strings of a puppet, as if taunting Jefferson who was about a mile away from the man. The closer Jefferson got to the puppet master, the farther away it got. Jefferson woke up startled and covered in sweat.
Looking at his watch, Jefferson noticed that it was nine in the morning. Checking his phone, he saw no messages or missed calls from Aiden, which he could assume that Aiden hadn't made it to Carson City yet. Jefferson took this time to take a quick shower, go eat breakfast, and spend some more time looking at the pictures. It finally occurred to him that he should have asked Aiden for his input of them, until the thought of Aiden made something click in his mind. He knew where Adams was being held!
At that moment, his phone rang causing Jefferson to snap out of his fantasy. He dove for the phone and answered with a simple hello.
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Post by Aiden on Nov 5, 2010 22:42:13 GMT -5
The conversation with Jeff was short-lived, and didn't please Aiden at all. It was ages since they last spoke, even just a word, and now the time where they could talk was gone, because Jeff was going to do something stupid. Aiden asked Jeff if he was going to give his soul to the demon in order to save his brother, instead of being the logical hunter and finding a way around it. He didn't get an answer, Jeff jumped straight into Aiden coming out, and didn't even ask what the two methods Aiden had in mind were.
"Jeff? Hey, wait!" He heard the phone hang up, and he closed his phone and tossed it onto the desk. "God dammit man, why do you always have to get yourself killed?!" he ranted quietly, looking at the clock. It was just after midnight. He decided he would sleep for an hour (he tested this, and he could run for a day on an hour of sleep. Not healthy, yes, but necessary), then leave and with speeding he should make it there by morning. Right. Sleep.
He turned off the light, slid into bed, and almost instantly fell asleep.
And almost instantly woke up, it felt like.
He groaned, his eyes bleary. He groped around his room, grabbing the first articles of clothing he could find and pulling them on. He ran a hand through his hair to straighten it out, wrote a quick note for the others, and headed out to the Camaro. The crisp, cold twilight air of Portland bit at his face when he stepped outside, and he turned the A/C to keep him awake. This man was going to be the death of Aiden.
The usual ten-hour drive took considerably less time than that, and he was about twenty minutes out of town when his phone vibrated. He flipped it open, and saw Jeff's name come up. "Hey, what's up? I'm just about in town, what hotel are you at?" Aiden asked, the fatigue clear in his voice. |
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Post by Jefferson on Nov 22, 2010 1:14:43 GMT -5
"Aiden! Screw the hotel, I want you to meet me at 300 East Winnie Lane. The place is called Crossroads Lounge. I have no idea why I didn't think of this sooner, but he's in there-Ashton's in there. I'm going on ahead, I'll meet you there. And don't worry, I won't do anything stupid...hopefully." Ending the call, Jefferson grabbed his car keys and headed for the location that he told Aiden. It took him awhile, but Jefferson finally arrived at the Lounge. It was empty, which didn't surprise him. Whatever was going on, Ashton had planned everything out. This was suppose to be a confrontation between him and Jefferson only, and Ashton seemed to have done everything to make sure that happened. Taking his gun, Jefferson made his way into the Lounge. The inside was dark, so it took some time for Jefferson's eyes to come into focus. Once they did, he noticed that the inside was probably rearrange. The way the tables and chairs were placed seemed to form a path that led straight to a door. Ashton was in there, Jefferson knew this, and he didn't need psychic powers to tell him this. Jefferson headed to the door and opened it. Standing before him was a man Jefferson had seen only once before, in a video. The man was standing over a body, tapping it with his foot. The body's face wasn't visible to Jefferson, but he guessed that the body was his brother. The strange thing about it though was that Jefferson could not sense any emotion coming from the body, which only happened when a person was... -------------------------------------------------  Adams was dead. Ashton scratched his head wondering what to do with the body. He shouldn't have overdosed the guy on the tranquilizer Ashton was giving him every hour, but Adams was beginning to fight the drug more and more frequently, and Ashton couldn't have this, but now his plan was turned upside down. He wanted to keep Adams alive, so he could later on take his soul, but now it was too late. On the bright side, he now had a reason to have Jeffy's soul. Speaking of the devil, Jeffy had just walked in through. "Jeffy, my boy, it's good to see you. I see you're starring at the man on the floor, well he's your brother, and he's dead. I'm sorry for your loss, or I would be if this was a permanent thing. Come on Jeffy, you know just what to do." |
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Post by Aiden on Dec 3, 2010 16:25:01 GMT -5
Aiden resisted the urge to groan when Jeff frantically told him to meet him somewhere else. At least at a hotel Aiden could have commandeered the bed and rested a bit before they headed out, but now Aiden was a liability because he was worn out, his senses would be dulled, and he didn't even know the area. Oh yes, Jeff was definitely going to get it now. He grabbed the GPS that was sitting on the seat next to him, and punched in the address.
"Jeff, I'm fifteen minutes away from there, there's no way--" The phone hung up, and Aiden's face turned into an unamused one. "Oh hey, let me just teleport over there so we can meet up at the same time, it's cool," Aiden said sarcastically to himself. He switched lanes to took a left, making sure no cops were around before he pressed on the gas.
When Aiden finally found the building--tucked behind some older buildings and not visible from the road--he spotted Jeff's car and this time audibly groaned. It was empty, which mean Jeff went in, which should have gone against his better judgment. If Ashton was playing games, than his brother would be alive, which meant there was no need to charge into the trap to get himself killed.
Jefferson was going to give Aiden an ulcer at this rate.
Aiden opened his stash of weapons, and opted for a few things: first off, his gun. Effective for some measures against a demon. Second, a silver knife dipped in Holy water and salt. He grabbed a small vial of Holy water and shoved it into his pocket for good measure, and then slammed his trunk shut before he walked around to the back of the building.
The place was actually in business, but when he slipped in the back door, it didn't appear that anyone was there. Aiden raised his gun and carefully walked through the kitchen, looking for any sign of Jeff. He walked by the walk-in refrigerator and paused when he glanced through the small glass window in the door. There was a pile of dead bodies inside, which didn't bode well with Aiden.
Finally he came to the door that lead into the main dining room and lounge, where Aiden could see a man with his back to him, presumably Ashton, and Jeff. They were looking at something on the ground, and Ashton was prompting Jeff about something. I swear to god, Jeff, if you start giving him your soul... |
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Post by Jefferson on Dec 3, 2010 18:30:37 GMT -5
He had him now. If there was one thing all humans shared, it was their emotional weakness when it came to family members, and by the look on Jefferson's face-that complete and utter look of defeat and sorrow-Ashton knew that a deal was about to be made. He could feel his inside's burning with anticipation as another soul was about to be made his, as another hunter was about to 'switch sides' as they put it. Five seconds passed, and then ten, and then twenty. Ashton's anticipation was being replaced with irritation. He didn't understand what was taking Jefferson so long to just look at him, let alone to just agree to the deal. The more time that passed the farther away the deal seemed to get, and Ashton wasn't about to let it pass him seeing as it was so close to his grasp. "Jeffy, Adams died. His death was accidental; I accidentally overdosed him on tranquilizers which I was using to keep him asleep. He was beginning to fight them, and I couldn't have them, and seeing as I'm not a doctor, how was I suppose to know how much was too much. But listen to me Jeffy, all you have to do is say that you want your brother back to life, and that you are willing to give up your soul for him. Just those words are all I need Jeffy, so just say them for the sake of your brother." --------------------------------------------------------------------- "...for the sake of your brother." The sake of his brother? Adams was by far the worst brother Jefferson ever had, but now he was dead because of him. If only...if only...if. Too many ifs, but they could all go away by Jefferson just agreeing to the deal Ashton proposed to him. It should be really simple, just say the words and it will all be over, but Jefferson just couldn't do it. Jefferson concentrated on trying to feel his brother's emotions, any single emotion. He was too far from the body to feel a pulse, and it didn't look like Adams was breathing, but if by some stroke of luck Jefferson could sense just a tiny bit of emotion emitting from Adams, then Jefferson could calm down and think rationally. Yet Jefferson couldn't feel anything, at least not from Adams. There was someone else close by, who Jefferson knew quite well. Finally taking his gaze away from Adams body, Jefferson stared deep into the eyes of Ashton. He could see the demon's eyes flash with happiness when Jefferson did this, and it sickened Jefferson. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out the bag that he always carried around him which was filled with salt, and spread the salt in a circle around him, not once taking his eyes off of Ashton. He wanted too see, not sense, the look of Ashton's face as Jefferson did all this. "You want a deal Ashton? Fine, here it is," Jefferson started as he rose his gun, aiming at Ashton's face, "You step away from my brother's body, then I will murder ever particle of your pathetic being, and finally I will leave this place with my soul intact. How does that sound to you?" -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ashton's eyes flashed the red color of his kind. He was, in a lack of terms describing his emotional state, seriously pissed off. This mere human in front of him was actually going to place him into a situation? Ashton had faced hunters far superior than the trash in front of him, and each one of them fell before him. So what made Jefferson think he was so special? Reaching down, Ashton picked up Adams by the hair with one hand, the face with the still opened eyes facing Jefferson, and Ashton was violently shaking the body. "Tell me you can't see this and not want to do something! Challenging me won't bring your brother back, which means that empty feeling in your body will never go away! How will you live with yourself knowing that you could have saved your brother but you were too much of a coward to do so?" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jefferson just stared at Ashton as he lost it. When Ashton picked up Adams as if he was a rag doll, Jefferson had to resist the urge to run over and tackle Ashton to the ground. Jefferson had to keep himself inside the circle at all times, at least until Ashton had gone, because he knew that Ashton was a demon, and as such he would probably loose in a fight with him. "To answer your question, not very well." And with this, Jefferson shot at the hand that was holding up his brother, made contact which caused Ashton to drop the body. Now that his brother's body was out of the way, Jefferson could focus on releasing every single bullet his gun had onto Ashton's own body. -------------------------------------------------------------- Dropping the body to the ground, Ashton began to rub his hand violently, to the soothe the pain he was feeling. Sure the shots wouldn't kill him, no matter where he was shot, but they still hurt, if only for awhile. Jefferson's little betrayal, as Ashton saw it, bothered him to act impulsively. The bullet wounds (which were now healed) had snapped Ashton back into reality. He knew he had lost this battle, but the war wasn't over yet. Sooner or later, he would have Jefferson's soul. "Well Jeffy my boy, it seems you have won this round. But don't worry, soon the bell will ring again and Round Two will commence. Before I leave, tell your buddy behind curtain number one," Ashton said pointing behind himself, "to come out already. It is really a bother to hide when you've already been noticed. What is he, an idiot?" With these words, Ashton just vanished. ----------------------------------------------------- Jefferson tried nothing to stop Ashton from leaving. A part of Jefferson just wanted to shoot Ashton until he looked like a human sized swiss cheese, but that would have been completely useless. The only thing Jefferson wanted to do at this moment was bury his brother, and give him the funeral he deserved. What Ashton said did not really surprise Jefferson. Sure he didn't hear Aiden come in, but Jefferson trusted the boy enough to know that he was probably close by if Jefferson ever needed him. What did surprise Jefferson was that Ashton knew exactly where Aiden was. If this was an ambush attack, their plan would have gone down the toilet the moment they had opened the door. After a couple of seconds had passed, Jefferson stepped out of his circle and walked over to his brother's body. Kneeling before the body, Jefferson closed his brother's eyes. The man before him looked so peaceful, and this bothered Jefferson. "You lucky bastard. You succeeded in doing what I have always wanted to do, to get out of this godforsaken job. It's too bad your death was the reason for that." Still looking down at the body, Jefferson called out to Aiden in a monotonous voice, "Aiden, get a shovel and start digging a grave. I'll be out to help you soon. I don't care where you start digging, and I don't care how good of a job you do, I just want to bury this man." With these words, Jefferson carried the body and headed to the outside. |
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Post by Aiden on Apr 8, 2011 17:31:03 GMT -5
Once Aiden made it to that doorway, he placed his back against the wall, and therefore didn't see the scene that was unfurling in front of Jeff. If Jeff needed him, he would call him out to help, but until that moment Aiden would be silent and laying in wait. He could hear the conversation, vaguely, a murmur in the middle of the room. Aiden's hands remained firm on his gun, firm and steady. Time was going by slowly, and all he could really focus on was the murmur of voices to see where this thing was going.
Eventually he heard a thunk, and then moments after that, the voice that didn't belong to Jeff rang out telling him to come out from behind his curtain. Aiden frowned, and swept out into the doorway with his gun raised, though only Jeff was standing in the room by that point. He told Aiden to get a shovel; as a hunter, Aiden knew that burial wasn't the way to go.
"Do you really want to subject him to becoming a spirit, or possessed, or something else? We can't bury him Jeff," Aiden said, walking into the dining room and closer to his friend. "You know that better than I do, you've done this longer. We need to do what's best for him, and that's making sure he doesn't get dragged back into this world. I'll set everything up if you need; take your time."
Aiden didn't really know how close Jefferson was to his brother, he knew that his siblings were rarely mentioned, but this was one of them, laying at his feet, dead. It had to be hard on Jeff no matter what their relationship was, but the more pressing matter was the demon that was the cause of all of this. It wasn't just going to stop with Jeff's brother. It was going to come back and wreak more havoc. They needed to move.
"I'll let you know when it's ready," he said quietly, and then walked back out behind the restaurant and began gathering supplies to burn the body. They couldn't do it in the city, it needed to be in a remote location or things would go further to hell. |
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Post by Jefferson on Apr 8, 2011 20:09:10 GMT -5
"No! I'm not burning this body! I don't care what happens afterward, if he does become a ghost or possessed or turns into a real boy, I'm not burning the body! I...I can't Aiden, I can't burn the body," Jefferson yelled out, but it was too late. Aiden had already left, leaving Jefferson alone with the body. Sighing to himself, Jefferson carried the body and followed Aiden's footsteps outside.
The sun was shining brightly, and there was hardly a cloud in the sky, as if nature was taunting Jefferson's pain. What he wouldn't give for some rain at this moment, but that would have just made things too cliche for his taste. With his brother in his arms, Jefferson saw Aiden off in the distance, collecting the supplies it took to burn a body. Now in his sight, Jefferson walked over to him.
"Aiden, listen...can you take the body? I won't be able to burn the body, and seeing as you really didn't know this bastard, you'll be able to. Just please do me this one last favor for today." With that, Jefferson sat the body down and left.
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