FROM HONOR BOUND AWAKENINGS:
Clara was sitting next to Sarah, stroking her hair as she cried.
“I never meant for any of this!” She said.
“I know Sarah, none of us do.”
“I just wanted to help my dad pay some bills off and help my friend. I never meant to hurt anyone,“ she sobbed. “I'm a freak now! I can’t go home can I?”
“You could get contacts for your eyes. You can choose to try not to use your abilities. It’s really up to you Sarah but you shouldn’t make any real decisions yet.” Clara’s phone rang. It was a number she didn’t recognize. “Clara Masumoto, how may I help you?”
“Clara, it’s Chad. I am at the hospital. They gave me a basic run through I guess but they’re asking questions I don’t know how to answer. I need to talk to Sarah. I don’t know if I should call Dad or not.”
“Of course Chad. Hold on.” On hearing her brother’s name Sarah sat up and tried to compose herself.
She took the phone from Clara. “Hey Chad. Are you ok?”
“Yeah I guess. They are asking questions trying to find out information about Dad. Should I call him? I don’t want them to take me to some foster home or something. I don’t know how to explain all this to him,” Chad said, his voice barely controlled.
Sarah closed her eyes and tried to think. It would be best if their Dad knew that they were alive. She’d figure out how to tell him the rest later. “He’s a firefighter. Call him and tell him you’re in the hospital and that I'm ok. He’ll give them whatever information they need. He knows to act first and ask questions later. Tell him I will call later. I have to figure out what I want to say.”
“Ok. I’m scared about all this,” Chad confessed.
“I know. Look if the hospital says you’re ok to leave I’ll see if John or Clara can come get you. We need to talk all this through before we see Dad.” As she was speaking she saw Clara nodding to her.
“Ok Sarah, I’ll call him. See you soon I hope.” Chad hung up. Sarah’s hand was shaking when she handed the phone back to Clara.
“Sarah,” Clara said in a quiet, serious tone. “Listen to me, you don’t have to hide what you are. You don’t have to make a choice right now but you need to be aware of what options you have.” Clara hadn’t planned to tell her all this immediately but she was sure that their father would get here the fastest way he could. She needed to give Sarah an idea of what it was she would be facing.
“We help and protect people like you. All of us here have some ability that makes us abnormal. John and I are lucky, ours is easy to conceal same with Cesco. You and Min-Ji are not so lucky. Jessie has had her difficulties too. We can use someone like you, a healer, a creator. You could heal us or people that we find quite often they are injured like Chad was. The other option is to try to fit back into your old life. I will tell you though after what you have been through and how you have changed that will be hard. Your father may turn on you, your friends may be scared of you. If you stay with us you will be accepted, be able to be useful and not feared. The final option is running away and trying to live on your own. I will tell you now that in most cases that means a lot of abuse and probably an early death. We have seen it over and over. We try to help who we can but sometimes we are too late."
Maybe one day she could go back to Korea and deliver a little personal vengeance on the people that had beat her, all of them. The thought of Ju-Won screaming and begging her for mercy brought an even wider smile to her face. “One day soon, you and everyone like you will understand what pain really is. The next day I see you Ju-Won, it will be your last day.” She clenched her fists as those words echoed in her mind. She was not worthy of that dress, nor to be seen in public with John and Clara and the rest. She needed to be seen only when she was killing their enemies and protecting her family. These four people were the only family she had ever had, nothing would hurt them again no matter how many people she had to kill to protect them. The door opened behind her, she pushed the dark thoughts away for now and turned to face John."
Why am I speaking now, millennium after all these events occurred? The world is becoming ever more secular so will anyone really care about this tome I write. Since there is no true way, unless you met me, to verify that I am who I say I am; it seems a bit foolhardy of me to publish something claiming thousands of years of beliefs are wrong. I have watched and waited for a time like this, an apex perhaps where people have become open minded enough to hear my story.
Ironically, you have to take it on faith that what I am saying is true. I am fully aware that I am asking you to take me on faith while telling you that what you have been taking on faith is wrong, hence the complications I have had starting this testament. Perhaps it is the prevalence of things I see on TV and in books scratching closer and closer to the truth that encouraged me to do this. It seems to me that perhaps humans are ready to listen, the Crusades and Inquisitions are long over, Rome has lost much of its political power. The fortunes of kings and countries no longer rise and fall with the Pope's decree.
I feel that humans deserve to know the truth, after all the lies and confusion they should at least understand what it has all been about. It won't make people any happier I fear. Perhaps it will help humanity move a little closer to being understanding of each other by removing another reason to say one side is better than the other."
FROM DARKENED WARRIORS, LOST SPIRITS (Dean Centric with an Lakota ex Hunter Shaman in Training woman named Running Coyote)
“Sister Running Coyote,” I heard a feminine voice speak. “Join me, we must speak to them through you.” I turned my head slightly and saw the figure of a woman, feathers ran up her arms across her back, the rest of her was softly radiating a white light.
I nodded, still singing. She shifted form and an eagle flew through me, I felt myself being pulled in every direction at once, then my wings tilted. Eagle had joined with me, we were spiraling towards a wall of evil, of pain, rage, hate and loss, our wings pressed against our side and we dove; piercing the wall, twisting away from the hands that reached out to grab us. We were through, a heat so intense it was indescribable hit us and we saw Dean on a rack. An inky, shapeless, formless figure stood over him, cutting into him. Black tendrils slowly crept into Dean's body as he screamed and twisted in agony. They wrenched and twisted under his skin, pulling him apart from the inside out, the scene froze. Dean was whole again, a shadow slowly crept over him, he struggled desperately against the restraints but to no avail.
Whispers filled the room, whispers from Eagle, she was murmuring to Dean, scenes started to flash by faster and faster. Shafts of light penetrated the walls of blackness, one of them grabbed Dean and wrenched him off the rack, crossroads, choices, decisions all flew by.
Suddenly my vision split screened, Dean on my right, Sam on my left. Sam was in a cage, hands pressed desperately against his ears, trying to shut out something that whispered at him, tormenting him. Sam was out of the cage, lapping up blood from a dark and nameless being who hovered over him, gleefully grinning. Crow hovered over Sam, whispering to him like Eagle was Dean.
We, Eagle and I, shot up towards the sky, shafts of light and swirling pillars of darkness clashed and twisted around each other and on the ground far below Sam and Dean stood, in the center of the tumult. The light and the dark struck the ground and the brothers shifted and danced away, avoiding being struck full on but they were still being wounded. Each time a bolt seared into the ground next to them they cried out in pain and seemed to grow weaker. I watched as they kept pulling each other away from direct hits, screaming in defiance while blood oozed from the multiple wounds they had been dealt.
At one point they both looked directly up and terror almost ripped me from Eagle's grasp. Both of their eyes were midnight black, demented, twisted smiles distorting their faces and blood covering their hands. Dean looked at Sam, his eyes cleared, he fell to his knees and raised his arms towards the sky, “No! Why?” he cried in tones of such abject loss and desperation that I wanted to dive down and save him but Eagle stopped me."
“I don't know, I don't.” I really didn't and I couldn't bring myself to offer him false comfort.He rolled out of my arms and curled up into a tight ball. I moved in behind him, put one of my legs over his and slid my arm through the small space between his arms and chest and gripped his hands as tightly as I could.
“It hurt, so much, I can still feel it.”
I could hear his teeth chattering together, his shaking was becoming more violent. He tried to pull his hands away from mine, when I wouldn't let go I felt his nails start digging into the skin on the inside of his arm. I'd had powerful visions before, the stronger they are the harder it is to bring yourself back from them. I had years of training to prepare me for visions, Dean didn't. He was going into psychic shock, if I didn't get him to calm down and readjust to actual reality, not what he had seen, there was a distinct possibility that he could have a mental break.
“I know honey, I know. Listen to me, focus on what I'm saying.”
“I can't, can't.....it's not the end, but why...”
“Shh, shh, slow your breathing,” I started slowly stroking his hair.
“Listen...” I started singing a Healing Song my father had taught me. It took a few minutes but Dean's shaking started subsiding, his chest heaved less and less. I kept singing. As the words of the song continued to drift into the air around me I sunk, once again, into a light trance. I have several calming and healing stones placed around my room and I reached out to them, bonding with their vibrations and slowly knit them together over and around Dean and I. Each new thread I pulled together and brushed over Dean drifted down and rested on top of him, attracting his scattered and frayed Warrior Spirit to them, giving his Spirit something to cling to, to rest upon and gather it's strength back.
Incoherence eventually became coherent the longer I sang, the muscles in his arms relaxed, then his back, the chattering of his teeth lessened. His breathing slowed, and deepened. I had no idea how I was able to get words out, my throat burned with every syllable I uttered. I knew I was still dehydrated but I sang until I was sure he was out of danger, then quietly trailed off into silence. I was afraid that if I abruptly stopped it would be too jarring for him."
FROM WHY ME (opening scene and still one of my favorites to date.) Oliver was engaged in a firefight. He had chased down some Triad members who were in town. Apparently there was a bidding process going on for the contract to kill the new district attorney. Several of the criminal elite in Starling were looking for a good assassin. The more he found out about the criminal element and how it worked the more he realized it ran just like the government. The irony of his mother running for mayor grew stronger every day.
He ducked and rolled as bullets came flying from his right. He found some shadows to hide in to try to get a line of sight on the gunmen. He sensed a presence on his left., he spun and saw a man that looked completely out of place standing there. He was in a beige trenchcoat, a blue tie, suit coat and slacks. He had short wavy black hair and an odd expression on his face. He was also completely exposed to the gunfire.
“Are you insane?” Oliver yelled as he dove forward to push the man down. When he connected it felt like he had run into a granite cliff. The man did not move a step.
“No. I’m an angel.”
Oliver felt a hand on his shoulder then came the strangest sensation. He felt like he was traveling at an incredibly high speed. He swore he saw the planet Earth from space then everything stopped and he was in the middle of a different firefight.
“What the hell? “ Oliver swore as he ducked down and tried to get his bearings. Instead of a dark alley in Starling City he was outside of an abandoned farmhouse.
“Cas! Really? “ he heard a familiar voice. A voice that he shouldn’t be hearing.
“Dean, you need help. I have to find Sam and you can’t do this alone. So I brought him.” the man with the trenchcoat replied.
“Dean?” Oliver said, stunned. “Wait weren’t you in....”
‘Yes.” Dean interrupted.
“How’d you get..” Oliver started again
‘Him.” Dean pointed at the man in the coat.
“Who are…” Oliver went for a third question
“Castiel. I am an angel of the Lord. I pulled Dean out of hell.”
“Am I going to get to…”
“No. We’re busy Oliver. Ask later. “ Dean cut him off and started firing a shotgun at something.
“Care to at least clue me in on who’s shooting at us? “ Oliver snapped.
“Who do you think?” Dean retorted
“Ok. Well I am not equipped to to shoot demons. I left the salt in my other suit. “ Oliver ducked as a bullet ricocheted off a rock.
“Here.” Dean threw Oliver a shotgun . “ Aim it that direction and pull the little trigger thingy. Sorry it’s newer technology.”