In the Life Afterword: A Supernatural The Long Night Sequel

Issue #11: Pigeon...a Supernatural TLN Sequel

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The Road So Far..

She went to go finish the case, but that night instead of hunting she became hunted. A group of people had been following her, mistaking her for a werewolf.

Quick moment to flashback:

 I shuddered as the tweezers buried beneath my skin, grasping the bullet, which luckily wasn’t in very deep. I tried to pull it out, but the tweezers slipped and the bullet stayed. Tears filled my eyes, I gasped in pain, putting the tweezers in further. It gripped it again and I pulled. I heard a clink on my car’s floor. I was dizzy, the tweezers clattered onto the floor as I lost consciousness.

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I shuddered, as a burning pain hit me. “Quit it!” I cried gripping me arm. I was laying on a couch as I stared confused. Where was I? Carter stood next to me, holding a needle and thread, the needle was silver.

“What is wrong with your arm?” He asked.

I answered sharply, “Well, not only has it been shot, but you’re also adding to the  pain by stabbing me with that damn thing! Get my needle in my car, its different so it won’t hurt as much.” He gave me a dumb look.

“Well, go do it! Unless you want more blood in your house!” He shook his head, standing up in disbelief as he quickly jogged outside.

I shuddered again. My body was cold, I had lost a lot of blood. I couldn’t even see straight. Everything was foggy and I was delirious. I saw Balthazar in the corner of the room, he was watching me I tried to speak, but I was too exhausted from yelling at Carter. I couldn’t even lift my head off the pillow.

“There’s you miracle Pigeon,” The angel said and I stared at him, the room continuing to spin. Carter walked back in that same moment, holding my first aid kit. He didn’t even see Balthazar. “Enjoy while it lasts.” Then with a blink he was gone.

“What in the hell happened?” Carter asked, attempting to stitch me up. I was too exhausted to harass him on what a poor sewing job he was doing.

Somehow I managed to find the words to speak. “People were looking for me. They thought I was something else,”

“What do you mean something?” He continued stitching. The puncture was small, but he was doing such a job on my arm he needed to add three stitches to the thing.

The exhaustion hit me like a wave once more. I knew I was going out this time, I was worried for him. “Don’t go outside.” I was back down and before he responded.

I heard doves cooeing outside. I sat up on the couch, recollecting my thoughts. Well, I thought briefly. At least I didn’t have to pay hotel service last night. Instead I get shot and have to pull a bullet out before it did any more damage.

Do you want some coffee?” Carter asked. He was in the kitchen rustling around.

I dragged myself off the couch. “Could I have some water please?”

“Sure,” He said and sat a plate of bacon and eggs on the table. I smirked when I saw the plastic fork next to the plate. He was worried I’d burn myself if I used a silver one. It was kind of cute actually.

I sat down to the table, and began eating hungrily. I was starving since the night before.

“Well, I’m glad you like the food.” He smiled, putting a glass onto the table next to me.

There was an awkward moment of me ignoring him and stuffing my face. “So…” he said cautiously, “Is everything you said the night before true?”

It dawned on me that I had told this man one of the biggest secrets of my life. I paused mid bite. “What did I all tell you?”

“Mainly the parts about people hunting you down stuck in my mind.”

“Oh,” I said awkwardly. There was another weird moment of silence. “Do you know about all of those stories? Most of them are true, about ghosts, at least.” He was quiet, I continued on.

“I thought it was all fake until about a year ago, now that I know they’re out there I feel obligated to do something about it.”

“Well, you’re either lying or I’m crazy enough to believe it.” Carter said. I shook my head, pushing away the plate of eggs.

I should have known he wouldn’t believe me, “You know what, that’s fine. It’s probably better that you’re oblivious.” I stood up, and touched my bicep where the fresh bandage sat. “Well, I’ve got to go. Thanks for stitching me up.” I turned to leave.

“Hold on,” He said, setting down his coffee. I paused, turning to only look at him a moment.

“What?”

His next question was brief, “So what are you?”

I shrugged, feeling the stinging tug of the stitches. “Does it matter considering you don’t believe me?”

He locked his eyes on me, “No, I guess not.”

I nodded, “I thought so. See you around.”

 “Yep,” He answered casually. “See you around.” There wasn’t the slightest hint of disgust, or irritation in that answer.

Before I could leave, the phone rang, I answered it. Breanna chimed in lazily. “So didya figure out what it was?”

“No,” I sighed lamely, “Just had nothing but distractions last night.”

“Well, where are you at?”

“I’m in Grayling still.” I looked at Carter for confirmation, he nodded.

“Well good then ‘cause now you wont have to turn around. I figured out what it was!!” She was cheering and gloating to herself.

“What is it then!?” I said, getting excited and worked up. I took out a lousy pen from my jeans and began writing on my hand.

“Its called a Roc, or a Thunderbird. They are big in Native Folklore. They’re said to bring a storm with them where ever they go. They create humongous storms and that’s why all of the birds are you know—struck by lightning!”

I wrote little mental notes on my hand. “Anything else—like how to destroy it?” I said anxiously.

“YES AND ‘CAUSE I’M AWESOME I’LL TELL YOU!!!!” She squealed. “They’re very vulnerable against fire. Which is kinda ironic, because they create fires with their lightning—”

I stopped, “Great, thanks so much. I’ll call you back later.”

Carter stared at me, “Hear good news I take it?”

I flipped my phone shut and placed it in my pocket, “Not exactly good news, but helpful at least.” A single light bulb went off in my head.

“Do you have any flare guns?”