The new Sage...
Now that I am just now back... EVERYTHING is a bloody Фан fiction. I thought I was special :( Aw. Oh well, as long as people use grammar and spelling- I'm happy :D
This, my dear, beloved, patient readers... is going to be long... and epic.
As Ты found out in the last few lines of the last chapter, the main character, Sage, is one of the yellow-eyed demon's kids/followers... whatever they are considered. This is, well, how powers can go wrong, right, and ugly. It will come in two parts. This is only part one.
ALSO! ALERT!!! New model switch. I thought the old Sage looked a little older than her character, now it is the lovely Amanda Seyfried! Enjoy!
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"What?" I asked, standing from the counter, landing on the ground softly and slowly.
"I'm just wondering..."
"You aren't my doctor." I looked over at him briefly and headed towards the door.
"Sage please," he said, catching me dead in my tracks. I didn't look, I didn't speak. Холодное сердце by the unknowing of what to do. "I need to know..."
I turned to him, "You want to know how I feel? I feel like I should have never went to work the other день so I never would have met Ты and your wacked out world!" I turned and walked out the door.
Mallory and Dean were leaned against his car, talking. She looked up from him with that loving look in her eyes dying to worry, " Sage..."
I turned and ran down the drive way. I kept running, down the long road. There were no lines in the road. There were no cars. God dammit! Where was I?! (This is out of character... but how many of Ты could picture April Sixth- Away From Me playing at this scene?)
Everything ached. I felt like a walking bruise. The wind poking at the aching bruise, making it throb and hurt worse. I couldn't run anymore, literally. My feet ceased under me, collapsing onto the cement. Wheezing, I managed to roll on my back, looking up at the звезда dusted sky. For several minutes, all I could hear was my raspy breathing. All I saw were those stars, all those stars, staring down at me.
Then a roaring came from the distance. Soon, I saw light over me. The the sound of brakes. "Hey, Ты alright?" I heard.
I scrambled sorely to my feet. I walked to the car window, "Can... I get a ride?" I asked.
The man looked up at me, "Yeah, sure..." He unlocked the door, and I hopped in.
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It had been nearly thirty minutes, I kept feeling his eyes on me. We hadn't hit the Далее town. I waited impatiently.
"Hey... what happened to your arm?" he asked.
I looked down at my forearm. The Q. I covered it with a hand and looked forward, "Nothing..." I muttered.
Finally... lights came into view. We were back in my town. "You can drop me off here." I said, I didn't want some stranger knowing where I lived.
"Alright..." he muttered and pulled over. I climbed out of his car and waited for him to pull off before walking. It wasn't that long of a walk. I walked into my apartment and took a душ then. I could feel that black smoke on me. It was like an invisible smell. Ты couldn't see it, but it was there. After scrubbing and washing, I hopped out and dressed in new clothes. A black tank вверх and dark blue jeans. I kept looking down at that mark. I couldn't walk around with that mark on my arm. It would be... weird. I looked over at my laptop desk. I walked over and curled up in the arm chair that sat in front of it.
This broad possessed me... it was the worst thing that had ever happened to me... Other than growing up. I typed in demon protection in Google. It brought up long and detailed Статьи with symbols. I scrolled through the symbols. I grabbed a piece of paper and started to draw one hidden in the center of a rose.
After a lot of editing, I looked at it. Somewhat satisfied, I stood and grabbed my jacket. I walked out of the apartment and to the local tattoo parlor. A usual bar customer, Teddy, was there, ringing some guy up who had some fresh sleeves. He looked up at me, his ringed face and tear tattoo greeted me in a twisted smile, "If it ain't little Miss Boop."
"Hi Teddy..." I muttered.
"What can I do Ты for?" he asked, as the man walked out.
I walked to the counter and laid the drawing down, "I want a tattoo."
He laughed, "well, Ты never caught me as an ink gal."
"I guess I can be surprising..." I muttered, feeling awkward by the way he looked at me.
"Come on back," he laughed, turning and walking, revealing his long greasy пони tail dangling from the back of his head.
"Right..." I followed him back.
He gestured to a chair, "Sit sit."
I looked around the room at all the tattoo art hanging and painted on the walls. All the ink was black against the maroon walls. It was so pretty to be hardcore...
"So where Ты wanting this beauty?" he asked, looking at my drawing.
"Over this," I said, pulling up my sleeve, Показ the Q.
He looked at it closely, "Maaannnn, that's a nasty burn. What happened?"
"Long story," I mumbled.
"Okay then, lets get this started," he smiled, pulling his chair up to mine.
He pulled out the needle and ink and got to working. It was odd. Usually I quivered and shook at needles, but it didn't seem to bother me.
I tried to relax as he worked on the tattoo...
That is in black ink in the swirl of a rose...
The door of Meg’s motel room opened and Meg stared at the door way. She was still stuck under the Key of Solomon.
“Anna told me Ты were innocent for a change” Sam said.
“Well, now that you’ve discovered I’m actually a saint, could Ты get me out of here?” Meg suggested. Sam shook his head and walked towards her, though kept a безопасно, сейф distance. “First I want to set a few things straight. Castiel is not going to leave prison, unless Ты do something. Personally, I don’t care if Ты killed that man или not. What I do care about is that you’re the only one who can get him out of there” Sam said.
“Why would I help him? What’s in it for me?” Meg wanted to know.
“If Ты do the right thing, then I guarantee Ты Dean and I will never try to kill Ты again. You’ll be off our radar for good” Sam said.
That was a tempting offer. “What do Ты want me to do?” she asked.
“Anna told me Ты were innocent for a change” Sam said.
“Well, now that you’ve discovered I’m actually a saint, could Ты get me out of here?” Meg suggested. Sam shook his head and walked towards her, though kept a безопасно, сейф distance. “First I want to set a few things straight. Castiel is not going to leave prison, unless Ты do something. Personally, I don’t care if Ты killed that man или not. What I do care about is that you’re the only one who can get him out of there” Sam said.
“Why would I help him? What’s in it for me?” Meg wanted to know.
“If Ты do the right thing, then I guarantee Ты Dean and I will never try to kill Ты again. You’ll be off our radar for good” Sam said.
That was a tempting offer. “What do Ты want me to do?” she asked.
The jury had made a decision and woman walked to the judge and gave him a piece of paper.
“To the Вопрос if Castiel abused Alexia Moore the jury finds him not guilty” the judge said.
“Yes!” Dean triumphed. He jumped up and walked quickly towards Cas.
Zoey took Alexia by the hand and walked down the aisle.
“Zoey, wait!” Daphne shouted desperate.
Zoey turned around.”Do Ты have any idea what Ты put me through? What Ты put Alex through? After everything I’ve done for you. Gerard killed himself, because of you! How many lives do Ты have to destroy, before Ты realize you’re the one who needs to be put away in a cell?”
Daphne grabbed Zoey’s arm. “Please, listen to me. I never meant to hurt Ты или Alex. I thought I was helping. Tell me how I can make it up”
Zoey jerked her arm. “Stay away from me and Alex. And if Ты even care a little about Cas, Ты stay away from him, too”
She turned around and walked away.
“To the Вопрос if Castiel abused Alexia Moore the jury finds him not guilty” the judge said.
“Yes!” Dean triumphed. He jumped up and walked quickly towards Cas.
Zoey took Alexia by the hand and walked down the aisle.
“Zoey, wait!” Daphne shouted desperate.
Zoey turned around.”Do Ты have any idea what Ты put me through? What Ты put Alex through? After everything I’ve done for you. Gerard killed himself, because of you! How many lives do Ты have to destroy, before Ты realize you’re the one who needs to be put away in a cell?”
Daphne grabbed Zoey’s arm. “Please, listen to me. I never meant to hurt Ты или Alex. I thought I was helping. Tell me how I can make it up”
Zoey jerked her arm. “Stay away from me and Alex. And if Ты even care a little about Cas, Ты stay away from him, too”
She turned around and walked away.
Meg read the book as if it was a detective and she wanted to know who the killer was. Daphne’s life had been a roller coaster due to her illness. But everyone knew Daphne was crazy, including Cas’ attorney. So she kept looking for something different.
When she was near the end she discovered something strange. She flipped a few pages, when a piece of paper fell out of the book. Meg picked it up and opened it. She read the letter and compared the handwriting with the one in the book.
She threw the book on the floor and conjured her phone.
No signal, it said
“Damn it!” she cursed.
She carefully stretch her arm, but the Key of Solomon was still working perfectly.
She looked at the hard stone floor and stamped on it, causing part of the floor to break. Meg grabbed a piece of the floor and threw it at the ceiling.
The Key of Solomon broke and Meg kicked her cell open.
When she was near the end she discovered something strange. She flipped a few pages, when a piece of paper fell out of the book. Meg picked it up and opened it. She read the letter and compared the handwriting with the one in the book.
She threw the book on the floor and conjured her phone.
No signal, it said
“Damn it!” she cursed.
She carefully stretch her arm, but the Key of Solomon was still working perfectly.
She looked at the hard stone floor and stamped on it, causing part of the floor to break. Meg grabbed a piece of the floor and threw it at the ceiling.
The Key of Solomon broke and Meg kicked her cell open.
