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Sam Winchester (psychic_sam) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-10-11 00:14:00

Entry tags:

arrival, complete, day 18, max evans, sam winchester

Who: Sam Winchester and Max Evans
What: Sam arrives!
When: Day 18
Where: By the meadows
Rating: PG-13 for swearing
Status: Complete

Sam landed in the dirt, the wind knocked out of him. Damn but Jake could punch and his super strength wasn’t helping Sam. It took him a moment to pull himself together, struggling to sit up. Jake was coming towards him.

Sam lashed out with his foot, fighting back. If Jake thought he was going to just sit back and let him kill him, he was wrong. He lunged to his feet, getting ready to defend himself.

Jake punched him and he felt the bones in his upper arm break. Sam let out a yell, grabbing onto his wounded arm. The next hit from Jake had him back on the ground. This wasn’t going good. Sam only had visions and there was that one time he used telekinesis… Still, not much good against a guy with super strength.

Sam quickly scrambled to his feet, backing away from Jake towards a trough behind him. At the last moment, he jerked to the side. Jake’s hand got stuck and Sam went at him with kicks since his arm was broken. The last one sent Jake crashing through the wooden fence.

Walking over to the metal pipe Jake had dropped, Sam picked it up and turned. Jake was getting to his feet slowly. Sam clocked him with the pipe and Jake went down, out for good it seemed.

Sam paused. He had the pipe. Jake had tried to kill him. He was the last one left. He could get out, find Dean… Sam raised the pipe above his head. He’d killed demons before.

He hesitated. But Jake wasn’t a demon. Jake was just like him. Jake just wanted to live. And Sam didn’t really want to become a murderer or the leader for some demon army. He dropped the pipe back onto the ground.

Just then, he thought he heard someone call his name from far off. It sounded like Dean.

Sam headed in the direction the voice had come from, hoping it wouldn’t be some sort of trick.

Then Dean came into view with Bobby, both holding shotguns and flashlights.

His brother said his name and Sam stumbled towards them, smiling in utter relief. Finally. “Dean.”

Then Dean’s face changed into one of worry. “Sam, look out!” he yelled, starting to run towards him.

Sam felt someone grab onto his shoulder… and the scenery abruptly changed.

Sam held his left hand up to his eyes, blocking out bright sunlight. He was standing in the middle of what looked like a meadow. What the hell…?

He looked around him and saw nothing but mountains at first. No Dean, no Bobby, no buildings… Wait. He could see a few buildings in the distance.

This wasn’t like before. There’d been no smell of sulfur, no strange anything. One second Dean was yelling at him, the next… here, wherever here was.

“Dean?” he yelled out, looking around for his brother. “Dean! Bobby!”

No answer. “Shit,” Sam swore under his breath. “Not again.” Well. At least he wasn’t in hell… he hoped.

He figured his best bet was heading to the buildings and see if he could find out what was going on this time. Sam set out towards the buildings, confused, muddy, dirty, and with a broken arm.

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alien_max
2008-10-16 11:23 am UTC (link)

Max Evans had grown up knowing he was different. Only he and his sister, Isabel, and their friend, Michael were of a kind…they were aliens, living on Earth, stranded here as embryos. His whole life was spent hiding who he was, even from his adoptive parents, whom he loved dearly. This kind of life prepares a person for pretty much any kind of situation. Max was even captured once by the FBI and tortured by a zealous agent for information…he was luckily freed by his friends and their identities once again covered up. Max endured. Never did he think, in his wildest imagination, that he would ever have to endure something so gut wrenching and vile as what Armand put him through. His soul would forever be scarred. The blood draining was almost turned around…his alien physiology healed extremely fast and though he was slightly weak, he was well enough to take a walk.

Max had taken four showers after he locked himself in his room last night…then he fell into a disturbing, nightmarish sleep. Before he set out on his walk today, he decided to take another shower to freshen up. He mentally wiped away everywhere the vampire had touched him and shampooed out the feel of unwanted fingers in his hair. After brushing his teeth and gargling, he dressed plainly in jeans, boots and a blue tee shirt.

He needed some fresh air and sunshine. Needed to breath…sunshine and breath…two things you’ll never enjoy again, Max thought sourly, as he stepped outside.

Max stopped as he heard a guy yelling, “Dean! Bobby!”. Jogging over to where this guy stood, Max could see he must be a new arrival…he had that startled/confused look. Max looked up at the guy…Max was 6’0”, but this guy was really tall. “Hey! Let me guess…not sure where you’re at?”, the alien boy offered his hand and smiled, “I’m Max. I have a story you’re not gonna believe”.

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psychic_sam
2008-10-18 03:14 am UTC (link)

Sam watched the guy warily. He had no idea where he was and for all he knew, the Yellow Eyed Demon had just transported him somewhere else. But he hadn't killed Jake... and there was no way he was going to agree to lead some demon army.

Studying the guy's face, he said clearly, "Cristo."

Nothing happened.

Sam relaxed a little. Good. The guy didn't seem to be possessed. "Sorry about that, dude. I'd shake your hand but my arm's kind of broken. Sam Winchester." He paused for a moment. "Weird question, but are you 23?" Maybe this was another psychic kid. Sam wasn't sure what to assume.

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