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Post by Bianca Pagliaro on May 4, 2009 18:10:43 GMT -4
Bianca was reminding herself that this was how she got herself into trouble. Randomly walking into places without thinking them out would get you killed, or at least seriously hurt. She could vouch for that one.
"Hey, what the-?" Bianca's head spun around as she watched a young man walk passed her and out of the house. Stepping a little further inside, she saw an older man and another more familiar figure.
"Chuck?" She raised an eyebrow. "You're Chuck, right?"
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Post by Chuck Shurley on May 5, 2009 0:22:03 GMT -4
Chuck attempted to hold the glare of the man across the room but he failed and ended up staring down at his feet. Looking at someone who wanted nothing more then to rip you apart was enough to give anyone a complex.
"Marked..." Chuck muttered as he watched the man retreat from the room unable to stop the shudder that traveled through him.
If his visions held any truth to them he would soon enough get his very own meeting with Satan...awesome it would be like Disney meets hell...
As soon as the man wa out of sight Chuck slumped down into the nearest chair; his hands the only thing holding his head up as he felt another headache creeping about him.
"Awesome...that was an epic fail," Chuck muttered to teh angel in teh room even though with the habbits of the angels he could have been talking to air but just the same he was too tired to look.
He lifted his head though as a voice called his name and he wa smore then surprised to see Bianca the girl from teh dinner standing in his house.
"Bianca?...Did you break in too?"
Confused was no longer a word that held enough power.
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Post by Zachariah on May 5, 2009 15:21:02 GMT -4
Zachariah watched as the kid stormed out of the house nursing a bruised ego. Pride had sunk it's claws deep into that boy, and the angel pitied the next hunter to cross his path. Zachariah turned to the prophet that was now slumped in a chair.
"I'm still here kid. Are you going to introduce me to your friend?"
The angel knew the woman's identity, and how she and the prophet had crossed paths, but Bianca would likely mistake him for a demon if he acted like anything other than a human.
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Post by Bianca Pagliaro on May 5, 2009 15:31:50 GMT -4
Bianca was now seriously confused. She had randomly run into the guy she'd met a few weeks ago? How small a world was this?
"Break in? I ran out of gas a few miles back, found the house, and came in when I heard some voices."
Bianca glanced back and forth between the older man and Chuck. What had she just walked into?
"Who was the kid who just left?" Bianca had not picked up positive vibes from him. That was for sure.
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Post by Chuck Shurley on May 6, 2009 1:02:35 GMT -4
For a moment Chuck’s eyes flicked from Zachariah to Bianca and then back again to the angel. He should have been used to how his empty house would suddenly be filled with unexpected visitors…seal breakage…and death threats; but prophet or not it never was anything but seriously screwed up. Though he had to give it to Zachariah he was rather surprised the angel was still around usually they did their heavenly defenders act and then booked.
“…Are you going to introduce me to your friend?"”
Chuck stared dumfounded for a moment as Zachariah asked to be introduced as if they were all meeting for coffee.
“Zachariah…Bianca…Bianca…Zachariah,” Chuck muttered before resting his hands in his head again the pain behind his eyes growing worse by the moment.
“There are always voice here,” Chuck muttered under his breath as Bianca explained her appearance.
“Oh you know just random stranger who would like to rip my head off and impale it on the nearest spike…no worries all in a days work,” Chuck answered simply his head never rising from his hands as he spoke.
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Post by Zachariah on May 6, 2009 11:47:52 GMT -4
"It's nice to meet you Miss Bianca, sorry to hear about your car troubles." Zachariah said politely. "And I think the boy was more interested in cutting out your heart and feeding it to hell hounds, Chuck."
It was probably a bad idea to scare the prophet further, but the angel had never been known for his tact. Still, the man needed to know how important he was in this war, and this messenger from Lilith seemed proof enough of that.
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Post by Bianca Pagliaro on May 6, 2009 11:56:07 GMT -4
"Likewise." Bianca looked at the other man. She wondered who he was to Chuck. But his words about the boy who'd just left made her eyebrows raise.
"Huh?" Bianca glanced back out the doorway where the boy had just come from. Anybody who wanted to rip someone's head off didn't sound like good news.
But the man Chuck had introduced sent her into a further confused state with his words.
"Who was that guy-exactly?" Bianca was suddenly concerned a demon had just walked passed her. But would a demon just walk away that casually? Not likely. For some reason, Bianca felt oddly inclined to protect Chuck. The guy seemed like he needed people around him to help out.
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Post by Chuck Shurley on May 7, 2009 2:53:23 GMT -4
Chuck allowed his eyes to remain closed as his head rested heavily in his hands the pounding in his chest dulling as he attempted to calm his nerves especially since whatever alcohol he had had left had shattered when the bottle hit the floor.
"And I think the boy was more interested in cutting out your heart and feeding it to hell hounds, Chuck."
Chuck’s head shot up and his eyes had grown to the size of saucers as he processed Zachariah’s words.
“Awesome…good to know…glad I’m making friends,” Chuck’s voice was broken and on the verge of hysteria as he pulled himself up from the chair pushed past Bianca and into the kitchen in a desperate search for another bottle of alcohol he wasn’t about to be picky.
He had stopped trying to contact the Winchesters since the morning he had first run into Bianca but it hadn’t made the headaches and dreams any better if anything as time had worn on they had grown worse…more violent…more damning…and closer to the current day. Pulling open another cabinet Chuck desperately searched through glasses and still came up empty handed before knocking a cluster of glasses from the cabinet down upon him sending shards of glass raining through the kitchen.
Chuck stared down at his hands as streams of blood seeped from them but just the same he couldn’t bring himself to do much of anything
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Post by Zachariah on May 7, 2009 10:15:18 GMT -4
"That man was a dangerous cultist whose responsible for the deaths of several members of his family." Answering the girl wasn't necessary, but Zachariah knew that Sen Mujing needed to be taken down, and the more hunters that knew about him, the quicker he would be stopped.
"You must understand Chuck, you're role as prophet is vitally important to this war. It is you who will tell future generations of what was scarified to protect them."
The angel's protective urges when on high alert when Chuck injured himself. Zachariah rused to the man's side, grabbed a towel and cover the wounds. Hoping that the girl hadn't got a good look at the damage, he used his angelic powers first to ease the pain, and then remove the glass. When he was satisfied that no shards we left inside the writer, he focused on sealing the cuts.
"Be careful son, your life is precious."
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Post by Bianca Pagliaro on May 7, 2009 21:07:48 GMT -4
Bianca could only watch in amazement as Chuck moved passed her. She spun around. Before she could ask him what he was looking for, she heard glasses breaking.
"Chuck-!" Bianca opened her mouth. But Zachariah was there before her. Bianca could see the blood, and that made her nervous. For that matter, the smell was what was coming towards her.
But it was the other thing-the word that Zachariah had used.
"Prophet?" It was the second time Bianca had heard Chuck referred to in that sense. The first time being when he'd called himself a prophet.
"Who are you?" Her gaze suddenly turned suspiciously towards Zachariah. Her feet moved instinctively towards the door. She would be damned if she was going to get herself stuck in another situation with crazy people that was going to result in her death, or the lost of further body parts she was rather attached to.
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Post by Chuck Shurley on May 8, 2009 15:46:28 GMT -4
There was blood seeping from the gashes along his hands and there was pain but just the same Chuck stood rooted in his spot his eyes simply staring at his own blood as it slipped from him. It made him feel alive; it made him for the first time in months feel like he could do something unexpected and unmonitored and pay the consequences for it. Those feelings lasted for mer seconds before Zachariah appeared beside him and wrapped his wounded hands on towels. He weakly tried to pull his hand away from Zachariah’s grip but stopped as he felt the pain vanish and within moments the fell of flowing blood was gone and the entire feel of the injury had vanished saved for the bloodied cloth still wrapped around his arms and the shattered glass on the floor.
"Be careful son, your life is precious."
Chuck stared down at the blood and then forced his eyes to lock with the angel an utterly crest fallen look on his face as he tugged his hands away from the angels grasp allowing the bloodied towels to slip on to the floor as he stared at his blood smeared yet injury free hands.
“That’s what you keep telling me…” Chuck muttered as he turned from the angel and washed away the blood on his hands to reveal unmarred skin beneath.
"Prophet?"
Chuck had for a moment forgotten that Bianca was there as well till her voice filled the small kitchen. He didn’t rightly care if she knew or not hell he could tell her and until the angel cleared her memory it would be a change to have someone to talk to.
“Told you I couldn’t die,” Chuck muttered as he walked past her and back into the living room and slumping down upon the couch as he grabbed his glasses from the coffee table and put them on; his head pounding beyond measure now.
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Post by Bianca Pagliaro on May 8, 2009 20:10:59 GMT -4
Bianca was fairly convinced that her jaw had been sitting on the floor all this time. She watched in awe of the man-this Zachariah-who had seemingly healed a few cuts on Chuck's hands.
Maybe I imagined it....NO.
If it was one thing in this world Bianca was unfortunately in tune with, it was the scent of blood. The sickening metallic aroma was glued into her senses since her night in the mad man's theatre. She had smelled blood. And now looking at the towel, she could see it was now staining the fabric which had fallen to the floor.
A frightening, sickening thought had just landed over her. Either these two were crazy....or.
Their first meeting flashed through her head. Chuck had thought she was angel-Bianca had said there was no such thing. In the haze of alcohol, they'd talked about Chuck being a prophet....not being able to die. Frantically, Bianca's brain was putting pieces together-and it terrified her almost as much as Paolo Ravinksi did.
"You're a prophet." Her voice seemed to accept it even though her head really didn't want. "You're really a prophet. Prophets are real. Then that means....."
Bianca turned her eyes to Zachariah. She couldn't think of anything that could stop bleeding and heal wounds. But if Chuck thought she was an angel, and Zachariah had that power.....
No, Bianca did not want to believe in angels. If there were angels, if such beings existed, why hadn't they helped her? Why hadn't one come to stop her blood and heal her injuries?
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Post by Zachariah on May 10, 2009 16:28:51 GMT -4
"Have we ever lied to you?"
Zachariah stared the prophet down, trying to get his point across. Heaven needed this man alive, so the angel would keep him so. His job would be much easier if Chuck would simply except his task and write. The incessant whining grew tiresome after a while.
"Yes, Mr Shurley is a very real prophet, and I am Zachariah. I believe we were just introduced."
Bianca's disbelief in angels was not unknown to him. It was a common failing among hunters, one that had made progress harder as of late. At the present, it was not necessary for the girl to know what he was, so he would let her remain ignorant.
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Post by Bianca Pagliaro on May 10, 2009 18:17:11 GMT -4
Bianca did not like how calm this Zachariah was about Chuck being a "real" prophet. The entire situation was making her feel seriously ill. She was nowhere near comfortable with this atmosphere. She suspected it might be time to try her luck elsewhere-somewhere people weren't talking about prophets.
Damn, she really could use a drink right now. This was getting way too weird and she needed out of here.
"Yeah, well, great meeting you, Zachariah. And Chuck, cool seeing you again. But yeah, I'm....just gonna......yeah...." Bianca pointed towards the door. She turned around and headed out the same way the cultist had gone not long before her.
Once outside the house, Bianca took a deep breath. Demons-cool. Shape shifters-cool. Prophets?
VERY not cool. She smirked, thinking she'd heard Chuck use those same words.
"No aliens, psychopaths or MTV host scare me like vampires, mummies, and the Holy Ghost." Jimmy Buffet made her feel a little better, even if it wasn't quite true. Psychopaths did scare her.
Bianca headed back in the direction of her car. She'd take her chances there. Someone had to come along eventually-right?
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Post by Chuck Shurley on May 11, 2009 10:37:21 GMT -4
"You're a prophet."
“Told you so,” Chuck muttered as he could all hear Bianca’s mind screaming to put all the piece together of what was going on around her right then.
"Have we ever lied to you?"
Chuck stared up at Zachariah as his question filled the small space around them. He wasn’t sure how to answer that question because he wasn’t entirely sure what the answer was. As far as he knew the angels hadn’t…but then again there was obviously a whole heck of a lot he didn’t know.
“I don’t…” Chuck cut his own words off as his eyes fell on Zachariah and he realized that the angel was staring him down and he would admit it was not a welcomed experience. Being stared down by an angel was a lot like playing chicken with a freight train.
“No,” Chuck muttered amending his answer and staring down at the floor and away from Zachariah’s stare.
Chuck’s head snapped up as Bianca began to take the news…not so well and who could blame her? Hell he woke up every day not taking the news so well.
“Bianca…” Chuck started to stop her but she was gone before he could even start. Slumping back against the chair Chuck stared in the direction of where both people had now retreated. The first one had been more then welcome but he had hoped Bianca would have stayed a bit longer it wasn’t a regular thing when he had actual humans…not possessed by something stop in.
Staring down at his shoes for what felt like centuries Chuck finally found his voice.
“I don’t want to do this anymore,” Chuck muttered as he kicked absently at the leg of the coffee table before looking up to see if Zachariah was even still there.
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