The new Sage...
AH! SOMEONE NEEDS TO schiaffo, smack ME OVER THE BLOODY HEAD! No my loves, I haven't forgotten you... but my life has been hectic. I think it has slipped my mind because Supernatural isn't in my mailbox anymore :(
Now that I am just now back... EVERYTHING is a bloody fan 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 te 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!
"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. Frozen da 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 giorno so I never would have met te 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 te 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 stella, star 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, te 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 successivo 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 doccia then. I could feel that black smoke on me. It was like an invisible smell. te couldn't see it, but it was there. After scrubbing and washing, I hopped out and dressed in new clothes. A black tank superiore, in alto 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 articoli 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 te 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, te never caught me as an ink gal."
"I guess I can be surprising..." I muttered, feeling awkward da the way he looked at me.
"Come on back," he laughed, turning and walking, revealing his long greasy pony 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 te wanting this beauty?" he asked, looking at my drawing.
"Over this," I said, pulling up my sleeve, mostrare 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...