1 Pilot

21 years ago.

      I watch as two kids run out of the burning house. At the time I was only a few months old and in my mum’s arms. All I know is after that the same thing happened to me. The burning house watching my mum burn on the ceiling and being carried out in my father’s arms.

Now

       I stare out across the party. I look down. ‘ugh’’ I think staring at my lame as fuck costume. I smile at the 3 teens that toast and then start to chat. I study the tall boy. ‘hmmm no costume.’ I think to myself. The teen with the sparkly face gets up to get something, leaving the tall dimple smiling boy with the girl in the nurse costume. Thus the two get up to leave.

       Night

          I grab my shit out of my friend’s house and get in my old style car. A 1967 Chevy Impala Convertible. I huff driving to Jericho California. Where my uncle lives.    

 After a night on my uncle’s couch I open the door and head out to my dark blood red car. I unbutton my almost dark forest green shirt to show a skin tight black sleeveless t-shirt. I drive to the old bridge where I always hung out at when I got bored.           

Only to see the fuzz blocking off the bridge. I sit there for a few hrs. Until I see two boys get out of a- ‘OH MY GOD THAT CAR!’  I bloody love that car. I hop out and walk over as they talk to the cop. I run my hand over the hood. “HEY!” I turn my head to a dark haired boy and the tall dimple smiling boy from the party.

  “Winchester?” I ask knowing the name well. “Uhhhh.” The dark haired boy turns the other. “I was there when you home burned down?” I ask/say as I watch their faces go hard. “I need to ask what happened, because it happened to me.” I say. “How were you there you must have been only a baby.” “Dean!” the tall boy hissed out at his friend.       

      “Oh I was! I just have a really really good memory.” I tell him smiling. “Do you mind coming with us?” Dean asked. “Sure I’ll follow.” I say pointing at my car. “Holy crap…” Dean says looking at me then my car. “Ricky?” the tall boy asked and my head responded to the name. “Hmmm?” I ask not thinking of how he got it.       

   “It’s Sam.” The tall boy said and looked down knowing what’s about to come out of my mouth. “MOOSE?!” I yelled staring at the once best friend.        

   20 mins later.     

   I walk with the two nerve racking boys. We come across 2 girls putting up posters. “You must be Amy.” Dean says as me and Sam stand off to the side. “Yea…” she says looking at me only to have Dean start to talk again. “Troy told us about you we are his uncles and ant. Sam, Dean, and Ricky.” He said pointing at me last. “He never mentioned you to me.” She says and starts to walk away.     

     about 20hrs later.     

    “So the hub was unfaithful.” I say talking into the phone as I drive. “Where was she buried?” I removed the phone from my ear and stared at it. “Why?” I ask putting the phone back up to my ear. “Because.” Dean said as a smacking sound and a quiet ow was heard. “Behind the house.” I say holding in giggles. I looked forward.       

     I slam on my breaks. As I hit a woman in a white dress. ‘Ricky?! RICKY! Are you ok?!” I hear shouts come from the phone that is now in my lap. I jump as I hear, “Please take me home.” From the back seat I turn to see the girl. “Now.” She says. She glairs at me. Her wet hair getting on my seats. “Hell no!” I yell looking at her as if she is insane. She starts everything. We move forward. I sit flabbergasted at how she can do all this from the back seat.  We come up to an old house. The car stops. “I can’t go home.” She says shaking her head.      

    “Why not?” I ask only for her to disappear and pop up next to me. She climes on to me. “I do not roll that way to son of a bitch!” I yell trying to get her off. “Hold me.” She says holding me down. “I am cold.” She whispers.        

    “I DO NOT ROLL THAT WAY!” I yell. “Well we shall see.” She whispers in my ear. Then she forces my head to the side an- ‘SHE FUCKING KISSED ME?!’ I yell in my head not moving. She sits up and I start to spit. “Ewwww.”I whine still trying to get her off. Her face turns from pretty to just down right horrifying.                 I felt her nails dig into my chest. I clench my teeth. “Ricky!!” I hear two voices yell. I reach down to try and start the car only to have her nails go deeper. I finally get it started. I push down on the gas pedal. I crashed into the house. I gasp as the nails are removed. My long red hair sticking to my face. “Ricky!” I hear footsteps run to the car. “Are you ok??” I hear Sam ask as I see him and Dean on the other side of the car.  

  “Yea.” I say looking at them. “What the fuck was that?!” I ask staring at the boys. “I will have to tell you later. Can you get out?” Sam asks. “Help?” I ask sticking my bottom lip out. Dean shoves Sam so he could get to me. I grab his hand.

5 mins later.

I watch as her and the two kids melt into a puddle. Sam and Dean remove the dresser. “What the FLYING FUCK WAS THAT?!” I yell still looking at the puddle. 

(i haven't picked a ch name yet)

 I look up at the now burning house. I clench my teeth as tears run down my face. 'They are going to pay...." I think as I hop into my car.

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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 15.12.2014

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