Supernatural RP (Closed)

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September 13, 2045

Rain fell as the young woman and her adopted sister drove through the country side of Washington State. Tapping her hand on the steering wheel of her Ferrari as she listened to the radio playing one of her favorite songs. She looked over to her sister to make sure she was ok for a second before taking her eyes back to the road. Just as the song was getting good the radio turned into static. "Crap." Tori muttered messing with the radio trying to get it working again.

Zinnia saw her chance. She whipped around and grabbed some iron piping that lay near the wall. She quickly hit Tori's legs with the piping, hoping to knock her off her feet long enough so that she could get away. However, when the iron touched Tori's skin, it seemed to burn as if it was hurting whatever was causing her to do these things.

"I'm sorry Tori," Zinnia called over her shoulder as she limped out of the room and downstairs and out of the old house. A scarlet trail was the only thing that showed where she was heading, the droplets rolling down her leg from where Tori had broken it...

Zinnia got to the car and opened the door. She hopped into the seat, opening the glove box and rummaging around for the slip of paper. She found it and smiled slightly before digging underneath the seat for where they kept their emergency backup phone. She dialed the number and called, listening to the tones as the call attempted to connect.

Erin had spent the months following his meeting Tori and Zinnia doing his best to fall back into his old routines. However, it was there everyday nagging at the back of his mind. Remember that ghost? I bet there are other things. You know you want to find out Erin. Gofindoutgofindoutgofindout! He had eventually given into the urge and had done some research.

By 'some research' I mean he had gone on the biggest mission of internet searching in this century.

Needless to say, he found quite a lot of useless junk. He wasn't sure what was true or what wasn't but some of the facts were just way too out there to be anything but fiction.

When Erin received the phone call he was in the middle of another rousing session of 'Let's figure out what the hell a ghoul is!' He frowned down at the screen, not recognizing the number when he thought back to the only people he had given his number to in months. Tori and Zinnia. He quickly answered the call.

"Hello?"

"Erin, is that you?" asked Zinnia, sniffing quietly as she tried to stop the tears. She didn't want Erin to hear her crying over the phone, after all, she was supposed to be strong. She was a hunter, not a kid in the daycare.
"I need your help... but you're gonna have to come here. I can't... really go anywhere."
Zinnia glanced down to her leg. She didn't really know what to do with it. Tori had always been there to treat her whenever she had gotten injured. Thinking about that just made her eyes well up again, but she tried to keep her voice steady.

Erin's blood went cold. Zinnia sounded like she was having difficulty speaking without breaking into sobs and Erin was quite positive that it was rather hard to make her cry so hard. "Where are you?" He asked immediately, rising to his feet and quickly pulling on his jacket and shoes. As he waited for her answer he threw a select few belongings into a duffel bag; his laptop, a few changes of clothes, some food items, money, and a small stuffed toy he had been gifted jokingly by one of his friends. It was a plush moose.

"I'll be there." He answered firmly after receiving her location. "Just.. try and get as far away from danger as possible. I'll get there as quickly as I can." He said his good-byes before pushing out of the door and walking down the stairs to the parking-lot. From here he easily loped over to his car and hastily climbed in, turning the key in the ignition. He stepped down on the gas peddle and pulled out before turning around and driving off down the street.

"Wyoming..." she replied quietly, "We were investigating an old house..."
Zinnia nodded as Erin told her to get away from danger. She didn't entirely know how she would.. she'd have to limp as she couldn't exactly drive, but she would get away. The they could plan and come back to help Tori...

After the call ended, Zinnia quickly put the emergency phone back in it's place, tucking the slip of paper into her hooded jacket pocket, just in case she needed it again. She then got out of the car, using the door to help keep her weight off of her broken leg. When she pushed it closed, she toppled over, leaving a small puddle of blood on the pavement before she began to limp down the street. This part of the street was always empty because of the sinister old house that they had come to check out. She half thanked this fact as it meant she wouldn't have to attempt to explain her predicament to strangers.

"Tori hissed in pain as the iron pipe hit her in the leg. She knellet to the ground holding her throbbing leg. "You'll pay for that." she sneered. Struggleing to get up she started walking draging her leg slightly. "Come little children, come with me. Safe and happy you will be." she sang out into the house. She realized that the girl was no longer in the house, "You shouldn't be outside at night. who know's what kind of scary people you'll run into." Tori said once she made it outside. Looking down she saw a trail of blood leading towards the car. "Got ya." she said to herself.

Wyoming. Erin thought, thankful now for that GPS his parents had given him a few years back. Just how far is that..? Can't be more than a few hours.. Erin's college was on the edge of Montana and Idaho and the house Zinnia had mentioned was rather iconic. Well. Iconic if you had been stalking all things vaguely supernatural. Which Erin had. He stepped on the gas peddle just a bit harder, typing in the destination into the GPS. He breathed a sigh of relief as he read that the drive should only be around forty five minutes. He would be able to rescue Zinnia soon.

As Zinnia continued to limp down the street, she began to consider places to hide and wait. If she kept running... well walking, she was only going to make her leg worse. It was painful enough as it was, without trying to scale a long Wyoming street in the dark. She turned back for a moment, sighing. She needed to stop this trail of blood she was leaving. Every so often there would be yet another drop, even though they were quite spread apart due to Zinnia moving swiftly.
Zinnia gasped inwardly as she stumbled over a slightly raised part of the pavement. Trust this to happen, just when she stops looking where she's going. She landed awkwardly on her already broken leg and sent fresh waves of pain, masking her vision and her other senses. She lay there for a moment, unable to move for fear that she would just hurt herself even more. Her breaths were ragged, though her tears had now stopped.

Erin had been driving for what felt like ages when he glanced over to the clock in his car. It had only been ten minutes. He bit his lip and cursed quietly, stepping down on the peddle until it had hit the ground and he was going upwards of 80 miles per hour. I'll be there Zinnia. Just keep out of trouble for another half an hour... He was unsure of what the problem was but if Zinnia had to call him then it was obviously something huge. She and Tori could handle themselves, meaning they didn't have any need to call him unless something went horribly wrong.

The pain in her leg started to ease up and she began to walk properly again. "Zennie! Come out come out where ever you are!" Tori called in a sing-song voice. Tori's body suddenly came to an arrupt stopas if she was struggleing against something. Tori's hand went to her caot pocket as she pulled out a knife and slashed at her wrist. Tori's mind was trying to take the controle back but was failing as the demon made her slit her wrist. "Sorry Tori. i want to have some fun with your Sister." it said out loud.

Zinnia lay on the pavement for a moment, embracing the cool feeling of the air on her face. She tried to calm herself down. Yes she was hurt and yes, Tori wasn't Tori right now. But unless she calmed down and began to think straight, she wouldn't last very long. She took a long, deep breath, her general breathing steadying as she stared up at the darkening sky.
Zinnia hesitated for a moment as she spotted the moon just peering through a few of the houses nearby. It would soon be high in the sky, helping to light the way for anyone unlucky enough to be out at night. She smiled weakly. No matter what had happened, seeing the moon and stars was always calming to her but it also gave her hope and the confidence to overcome almost anything.

Fifteen Minutes to Go

Erin glanced back at the clock for somewhere around the hundredth time in that minute. He cursed as he passed a sign with proclaimed that he was about fifteen miles away. He tapped his fingers around the wheel, fidgeting and squirming. He was anxious but he couldn't go any faster.

Twelve Minutes to Go

Tori was closing in on the girl as she grined. Time to play. she thought. "Zennie! Are you ok? I'm so sorry I hurt you." the demon said trying to fool the child. Come on you little brat where are you? the demon thought.

Zinnia had already pulled herself up into a sitting position. She grabbed her scarf from around her neck and after a short moment of consideration, started to wrap it around her leg. She hoped that at the very least it would stop the blood trail she kept leaving and would give her more time to get away.
After tying the scarf around her leg, she limped to the side of the street, trying to find a dark, shadowed area where she could hide out for a moment or two. She found one in the shape of a hedge surrounding someone's house. She forced her way through the twigs and leaves, finding herself stood in the thick hedge. She rearranged the leaves and branches to hide her from view. It wasn't too hard considering the fact that it was also dark now.

Eight Minutes Remaining

Erin was anxiously fidgeting, fingers wiggling around on the steering wheel as he rearranged his position on the seat about four times. He looked over to the radio, attempting to distract himself. However, his movements were clumsy as he tried to turn it on so he ended up just hitting the radio with his fingers. He took a deep breath and steadied himself before turning it to a random channel and sinking back into his seat.

Five Minutes Remaining