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Post by Chuck Shurley on Apr 15, 2009 15:06:49 GMT -4
Chuck Shurley stared begrudgingly at the blank word document that shown brightly back at him from his computer screen. The rest of the house was dark; the only light coming from the computer screen. He had had another dream…or premonition or prophecy or whatever the hell it was that he actually had but instead of writing like the angel had demanded he do he had sat for what was hours now simply staring back at the blank document.
Pushing away from the desk Chuck stumbled his way over to the couch where he slumped down grabbing the bottle of Jack Daniels which sat on the coffee table.
“If I don’t write it…it won’t be true,” Chuck muttered to himself before unscrewing the bottle cap and pouring the alcohol into the glass and taking a large drink form it. He shuddered slightly as the alcohol burned its way down his throat.
He closed his eyes for a moment the blinding pain starting behind his eyes but he refused to let it get the best of him…he didn’t want to see any more he had seen enough already. Pulling his legs up on the couch Chuck slumped further against the couch his eyes staring into the darkness as he sat there in silence. There had to be some sort of way to end it; to do something that the angel wouldn’t know till it was too late.
Chuck’s eyes fell upon the scissors which sat among all the other things on the coffee table and for a moment he thought that he could simply rip the blades across his wrists and be done with it…but he knew that wouldn’t be it he already knew the angels were more than powerful enough to bring him back. Grabbing the bottle of Jack Daniels again Chuck ignored the cup and drank straight from the bottle.
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Post by Mujing Sen on Apr 16, 2009 13:27:32 GMT -4
Mujing stood outside the decrepit house wondering why on earth a prophet would live in such a hovel. If the information had come from anyone other than a seriously pissed of Lilith, he might have double checked the information. He was a smart minion however, and knew better than to question his master when she was in a mood. The ex-hunter was unarmed, having been warned of the consequences of threatening a prophet.
Mujing look a careful look around before he picked the lock to the house, he didn't want to have to deal with police while he was unarmed. Sure he could just use telekinesis to defend himself, but that would just make things unnecessarily complicated. Inside he saw the supposed prophet, a disheveled man who looked more like the village idiot than a holy messenger.
"Hello Chuck Shurely."
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Post by Chuck Shurley on Apr 16, 2009 14:03:32 GMT -4
Chuck took a long gulp from the bottle of Jack Daniels still held within his grasps before he begrudgingly set it back down on the coffee table knowing that it would eventually lead him to pass out and since he already had a blinding headache a lovely “prophecy” would no doubt come with it…Chuck was on a self proclaimed prophet strike and there for had no need to pass out…as long as he could help it which if the pounding in his head had anything to say about it that wouldn’t be very much longer.
Pushing himself up from the couch Chuck staggered for a moment before finding his footing his eyes glaring back at the computer screen which still reflected the white light across the room. There had been one point in his life that the machine wouldn’t have brought about automatic dread but apparently that time was long since gone and now all it did was give him a headache…worse than the one he already had.
The books hadn’t been bad…ok not that bad anyways; not bad enough to find himself damned to be a prophet of whatever and not even able to warn the people who needed it. He had angels showing up out of nowhere not letting him kill himself, characters who were supposed to stay on pages walking around his house and demons trying to end the world…people coming out of…
"Hello Chuck Shurely."
....NOWHERE!
Chuck’s attention snapped towards the darkness where the voice had come from and he stumbled back slightly in panic his knee colliding with the table knocking over the bottle of Jack Daniel’s and sending it shattering upon the floor. Chuck’s eyes stared panic at the stranger who stood within his house as he took a few steps backwards the shattered glass crunching under the weight of him.
“W-Who…who are you?” Chuck asked his voice holding none of the bravery he would have written for himself as he took another cautious step backwards.
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Post by Mujing Sen on Apr 16, 2009 15:50:15 GMT -4
Mujing watched as the man fumbled around, startled by his sudden appearance. Apparently he hadn't been expected, it seemed that the man's gift only covered the Winchester's future. Whether this was good or bad news was up for debate, either way Lilith would be told of it.
"My name is Mujing Sen, Mr Shurley. You've already met my employer, she sends her regards."
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Post by Chuck Shurley on Apr 16, 2009 16:01:24 GMT -4
Chuck stared back at the man who had made his way into the house with caution; hell lately he had learned it was fine to regard everyone with caution it saved on the headaches...the ones not caused by God.
Chuck took another few steps backwards away from the man only stopping when he hit the wall behind him.
"I...I-I didn't write this...didn't see it," Chuck stammered forcing himself to remember what it was he had seen the last few times he had slipped unconcious.
Pure confusion covered Chuck's face as the man mentioned his employer; Christ only knew who he was talking about. A few weeks ago he would have thought it was a crazy fan girl or a stalker if he was lucky but now...now with the addition of angels and demons Chuck had no idea who this guy was talking about.
"Look if it's about the books you can take...no you can have whatever you want and if it's not then I'm not writing you can tell all the angels you want to but I'm on...I'm on a writers strike," Chcuk said attempting to hold his vocie as steady and stern as he could.
He was screwed because he didn't even believe himself.
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Post by Mujing Sen on Apr 16, 2009 16:12:07 GMT -4
The man's next works confirmed what Mujing he thought about the older man not being able to foresee events unrelated to the Winchester brothers. A bitter laugh escaped when Chuck mentioned angels.
"I don't work for the angels Prophet. Lilith sent me, she wants you on her side. Just tell me everything you know about what's to come, and once Lucifer is released she'll give you rewards beyond your wildest imagining."
Actually, the man would probably receive pain beyond his wildest imagining, but Mujing had never been much for honesty.
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Post by Chuck Shurley on Apr 16, 2009 16:29:35 GMT -4
Chuck took another failed attempt at a step backwards as a laugh came from the man who had broke into his house. He had found that it was never a good thing when unexpected guests found things funny…as a writer he knew that usually led to bad things occurring. As the name “Lilith” traveled through the room Chuck could feel another headache coming on…he missed the days of psycho stalker fan girls with their tattoos and bags of rock salt perfume.
“I’m a prophet…of the Lord. You should know that I um…I have an arch angel…her somewhere and he’ll…they’ll be a lot of heavenly wrath and gnashing of teeth and…stuff,” Chuck said attempting to remember the words Dean had used when they had confronted Lilith; he had been impressed with Dean’s word usage and was kicking himself for not writing it down for times like this.
“Bad things will happen…to you,” Chuck stammered standing up straighter as he extended a hand out towards the man. He didn’t exactly know why but it felt as if it could help his “prophet” persona if he did so.
A nervous laugh fell from Chuck as he heard the man state what it was that Lilith wanted.
“I wrote her! I know what she does and I would rather take my chances with the anti suicidal angels then with her…I won’t tell you…anything,” Chuck explained his eyes darting around the room slightly wishing his arch angel had a better danger timer apparently the thing only showed up when he was a step away from death…the angels really needed to work on their small print before he had a heart attack one of these times.
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Post by Mujing Sen on Apr 16, 2009 20:54:28 GMT -4
A malicious smile lit Mujing's face as Chuck fumbled through a rant about his angelic protection. This man was was a coward, and certainly no fighter. The younger man wondered how much danger the prophet had to be in before the archangel would appear.
"I'm not threatening your life Mr Shurley, and I'm not a demon. Do you really think they care about you enough to show up for such a banal reason as harassment?"
The ex-hunter's eyes narrowed when the other man started talking about Lilith. The fool wasn't as naive as he appeared then, pity. "If you know so much about my master, then you know how powerful she is, and you know what will happen to you when she wins."
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Post by Zachariah on Apr 16, 2009 21:06:42 GMT -4
Zachariah had entered Chuck Shirley's house as soon as he felt the summoning -- the man was in danger. Not of the physical kind, but the situation was still bad enough to warrant intervention. The angel had been standing out of site for most of the conversation between the prophet and Lilith's human minion. When the boy had started calling the angel's protection of Chuck into question, Zachariah knew it was time to step in.
"That is where you would be wrong boy."
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Post by Chuck Shurley on Apr 16, 2009 21:22:42 GMT -4
Chuck stared back at Mujing as he called the angel’s protection of Chuck into question. The truth was he didn’t know exactly how little it took to bring about his heavenly protection so to speak. Sure the arch angel had stepped up to bat rather quickly but it had been Lilith coming at him with a knife…one would think that would get a response asap.
“I um…I’m a prophet…they’ll show up…eventually,” Chuck explained tacking on that last statement with a slight grimace.
“I wrote your “master” there and I know everything there is about her now and in a few months…and apparently I can’t die…or well I can but can’t stay dead so the odds of your boss killing me when she wins isn’t really a big worry of mine,” Chuck responded with a shrug of his shoulders. There was a slight silver lining there though he was pretty sure being torn apart after the apocalypse wasn’t a really good thing to aim for.
Chuck nearly jumped out of his skin as another voice filled the house but he quickly calmed as he realized it was Zachariah and he could forgive heart attacks from people who were on his side…whatever side it was that he had been dragged on to.
“See now you’re in trouble." Chuck thought to himself but decided it was probably best to keep his smart ass comments to himself at the moment.
So instead he opted to move ever so careful till he was slightly behind where the angel stood…just in case. Some would probably call it cowering but Chuck considered it a safety precaution.
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Post by Mujing Sen on Apr 21, 2009 0:01:15 GMT -4
Mujing was startled when the angel appeared in the room. He had assumed that heaven would not send one of it's warriors unless the prophet was in physical danger. The cultist sneered when Chuck took refuge behind the newcomer, such cowardly tactics had no place in this war, and the man's smart mouth only man his actions more pathetic.
"I meant no harm. I was merely offering Mr Shurley a chance to choose the stronger side. Clearly heaven keeps its pets on a short leash."
This trip had been hardly worth the effort. He had learned very little about Chuck Shurley aside from the fact that the man was a complete coward who had no intention of joining Lilith.
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Post by Bianca Pagliaro on Apr 22, 2009 21:17:45 GMT -4
Bianca couldn't believe that she'd allowed the Mustang to run out of gas. She never let that happen. It of course would happen when she'd ventured out of her comfort zone of New York to take a case in Ohio. It had taken a lot, but since she'd been so preoccupied with the events of dead pigs and demons, she thought a change of scenery wouldn't hurt.
But now, she hadn't noticed how long the Mustang's low fuel light had been on.
Damn it Ford! Would it have taken away from the model's sportiness to make the damn low fuel light beep?
Apparently so, because one minute the car had been running fine and the next it was sputtering before dying on the side of the road. That stupid little yellow message on the dashboard had been flashing and mocking her.
Bianca had grabbed her bag out of the backseat and headed off. Her cell phone was dead at the bottom of her bag.
Talk about bad luck.
Sighing, she pushed her hair out of her face and kept on trekking. Suddenly, a house on the side of the road came into view.
"Thank God." Bianca jogged across the lawn and to the front door. "Hello?"
She knocked on the door. No one came. She listened and thought she heard voices inside. Out of instinct, Bianca made sure she had a gun in her bag.
"Hey, someone here?" She nudged the door open slightly and stepped into the house.
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Post by Zachariah on May 2, 2009 11:38:23 GMT -4
Zachariah fixed the younger human with a cold glare. Since he was not hurting Chuck, the angel could not harm the cultist, but that didn't mean that the fool's presence would be tolerated for much longer.
"It's think its time for you to leave."
The words had no sooner left his mouth than another human made her presence known, Zachariah recognized her -- Bianca Pagliaro, a hunter. Events had definitely turned against the boy.
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Post by Chuck Shurley on May 4, 2009 10:02:55 GMT -4
Chuck's eyes held themselves to the man working along Lilith as he explained the purpose for his coming to Chuck in the first place and Chuck couldn;t help but shudder at the thought that he had actually thought Chuck would take the side of Lilith in all this. He had first hand knowledge of what Lilith could do; he had seen it time and time again what she was capable of and their would be no way in hell he would willingly join that side...even if his current side was all but driving him out of his mind.
Another voice traveled through the house and Chuck shook his head in response. It had seemed that his house had turned into a train station ever since he had been made aware of his prophet abilities. People broken in, showed up out of nowhere and seemingly wandered in as they liked...so much for the life of solitude he had planned for himself.
"I'm sure you...you can find your way out...since you let yourself i-in," Chuck explaiend to the man attempting to swallow down his ocntinued discomfrt with the situation.
"A-and you can tell Lilith I will not side with her...I have seen what she will do and I want no part of it."
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Post by Mujing Sen on May 4, 2009 10:48:35 GMT -4
If looks could kill, both angel and prophet would be dead. He was seething at how easily the angel was brushing him off, HIM a servant of Lilith, who had betrayed him own family and murdered his own father for power. Mujing did not like being taken lightly, he would not stand for it a moment longer.
"Very well then, but make my words prophet, you will regret the choice that you have made. When Lucifer walks free, I will drag you before him myself"
Mujing turned and stormed out of the house, brushing passed a strange woman as her left.
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