Who: Christy Jenkins and Open What: Christy's being insane. Someone in the know should probably point out her plan sucks (SPN-ers or people who've already been through the Camp essentially) Where: A Crossroads (uh huh) When: Evening of the 27th October Rating: TBD, There will be Christy Rage Status: In Progress
It had been a day like all the others since Billie had been changed by that Hell God. But this day was different to Christy's mind. This day for some reason when she'd been helping Billie eat a yoghurt, watched the Ultimate Power grow confused at it and get upset over something so simple Christy had snapped. She'd settled her sister to sleep, a easily made potion helping relax her and left their shared apartment with revenge on her mind. She was ready to unleash everything she'd learned from the triad, from Dumain, and really she felt truly sorry for anything that got in her way. Glory was going to die for what she'd done to her sister.
Blind rage was a terrible thing and worse still on Christy Jenkins, The last time she'd felt like this she'd been so utterly betrayed she'd been forming a fireball ready to hurtle at at Billie and the Charmed Ones. Make them hurt like she was hurting. But even that hurt didn't compare to being helpless to fix her sister. Helpless to make her better. She had to make her better. That was her job now, Get Bille better so they could be strong. Be the sisters they'd been destined to be. The Ultimate Power between them. Billie's projection was still so untrained. Christy could help her. She;d been taught to help her. And Billie was teaching her to be human.
She knew more or less what to do. Christy wasn't stupid. Even she would have trouble facing a God alone. Maybe even Lilith would. So Christy had done her research, and discovered crossroads. Crossroads had power here not to mention she was a witch. One known to Lilith. And Lilith would help her, Lilith or one of her red eyed demon friends. She'd offer to help them, use her fire and her telepathy to raise the Devil if it meant she could have her sister back. She'd say the words. She'd deal. What did she care what Lilith wanted her to do, if it got Billie back, if it kept her safe she'd give her the Winchesters. Their pet Demon, whoever.
She'd gotten everything right. The box, the items inside. She'd gotten everything right to summon one of the relevent demons. And so as she reached a crossroads, she began to burn the tarmac on the road, melt it, get to the soil she knew to be beneath, then she could bury the thing.