||[03 Jun 2008|09:54pm]
Character(s): Allie Sterling & Lucy
Synopsis: Allie goes on a solo hunt to find and take down a demon; it doesn't go well at all.
Setting / Date: New Orleans, Louisiana . June 03, 2008
Allie wasn’t used to hunting alone. Typically, there was usually Deena or Sarah, and more typically, all three. But with Deena off doing God only knew what with Sam; things around here were going slowly. Allie still had no idea what Deena was even doing there. The last thing Sam needed was to be bothered right now, unless the person bothering him was Bobby. Even in that case, it was touchy. Sam needed time alone. More than that, if Deena was so much like Sam’s dead brother, Allie figured that she was the very last person that should be hanging around Sam. It was just badness all around.
Maybe Allie just didn’t get it because she’d spent so little time with the Winchester’s. She didn’t feel much for them either way. Sure, what happened to Dean was awful, but he’d made his own bed, and now he was lying in it. The idea of pulling someone out of Hell actually managed to frighten Allie more than give her hope. If you could just go around pulling people out of the after life… what did that say about life and death? It made it all seem so… pointless. Death seemed pointless as it was, but there was a whole philosophical approach to the problem that Allie wanted nothing to do with.
In order to feel productive for once, Allie got in touch with Bobby. He, like her, wanted to stay busy, and so he sent her to New Orleans, where apparently, a bunch of demonic activity was going on. Demons weren’t exactly her expertise, but it was much better than sitting around doing nothing. Allie got in the car and headed down south for Louisiana that afternoon. It was a long, long drive to make solo. She’d left a note and a phone message for Sarah, the typical, keeping-in-touch business. Sarah was better, and happier, doing what she was doing while poured over her books. Allie needed to do something.
When in New Orleans, Allie got set up in a motel for the night, planning on setting out in the morning. She looked for all the signs to make sure the demon was still in town; local papers, radio news… everything. The demon was still in town. Next came the process of trying to hunt it—or them—down. All of the particularly big signs were all centered around a motel about a half hour away. It was all Allie needed to go investigate. She signed out of her motel in the morning, and drove to the other in order to get a room there. She made sure there was hunter paraphilia around so she’d get noticed if there were demons around. She painted a devil’s trap above her motel door, and laid a layer of salt on the window sill.
Her plans didn’t work as well as she’d hoped.
While going into her motel room the following night, Allie was bludgeoned over her head. When she woke up, her eyes blurry and her head pounding, she was tied to a chair in another motel room. Across from her was a young brunette straddling a chair, looking at Allie with a curious look, half amused, half expectant.
“It’s about time, sleepy head!” Lucy beamed. She reached over and shuffled Allie’s ratty, sweat-and-blood drenched hair. “I’ve been waiting for hours!”
The girl got up from her chair and started walking around. It wasn’t just Allie’s vision that was blurry, but the room was cloaked in darkness. No lights were on. The girl, or rather, the demon wearing the girl, picked up a nail file and started working on her nails. Her back was turned to Allie.
“Your pain tolerance must really suck.” She turned her head, flipping the dark hair over her shoulder. “I’m Lucy, by the way. Nice to meet you… Lisa, I think your ID said? Lisa and Lucy. It’s like we’re a match made in heaven!” She paused and giggled before going back to her nails. “Well, not heaven exactly.” She scoffed and then moved back over to the chair, turning it around, before she took a seat. “Well Lisa. We have a problem.”
“You tied me to a chair?”
“Well that’s your problem, not so much mine, and by the way,” with lightning fast reflexes, Lucy whipped her hand out—the one with the nail file—and slashed it across Allie’s face. “It’s rude to interrupt. Anyway, where was I? Oh yes, of course, our problem! See Lisa, you set a trap for me, and while I could dig you for it if you were creative, your trap sucked. But see… I have to figure that there are other hunters not far behind you. I mean, you can’t be so stupid that you’d come alone and set such a bastard trap, right?”
Allie didn’t reply, she just stared.
Lucy got to her feet, filing away her nails again. “Well, either way, it doesn’t really matter. If you don’t have people coming after you, then this will just be fun. If you do, then they’ll have a nice message to find when they get here.”