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Supernatural: Soulless – Chapter One

Supernatural: Soulless – Chapter One

Welcome to Fan Fiction Tuesday. Every Tuesday I will share the next part to a fan fiction story I am writing. 

They had been in the car for hours, but this was nothing new. Dean enjoyed the peace of the open road; being in ‘Baby’ was home. Something felt strange about this case, and Dean didn’t like it. A text came in on one of Bobby’s old phones, nothing but a city and state, Carson, Iowa.

Sam ran a search and found a series of deaths in the small town, each eerily similar. Based on description, Sam and Dean suspected a nest of Vampires, but why would a hunter request their help if it were so simple? Sam tried to trace the phone number of the text, but it had come from a burner phone. For all they knew, they could be walking into a trap.

“Where is this place again?” Dean asked, turning down the radio.

“We should be about an hour out.” Sam replied, pointing to the town on the map.

“I don’t like this.” Dean admitted. “Something just feels off about the whole thing. It’s too easy.”

“We know the text probably came from another hunter. Why else would someone text Bobby?”

“Or maybe a hunter got ganked and the vamps used his phone to get us here.”

Sam sighed and ran his hand through his hair. “I don’t think that’s it, but there’s only one way to find out.” He replied.

“Yeah, that’s the problem.”

The Impala pulled into the small motel in town and Sam and Dean checked into their room that looked like it had not been updated since the Sixties.

“We can grab a bite first, or do you.” Sam started.

“Let’s just get started.” Dean said, cutting Sam off.

The two donned this suits and grabbed their FBI badges and made way to the small Sherriff’s office. The jail literally had three cells and two officers.

“Good Afternoon, gentlemen.” The Sherriff stood from behind his desk. “What can I do for you?”

“Good Afternoon.” Said Dean. “I’m Agent Dobbs, this is my partner, Agent Harris. We’re here investigating a series of murders.”

“Murders? No.” The Sheriff corrected. “What we have is a wolf or something big roaming the town at night.”

“A wolf?” Asked Sam. “What makes you say that?”

The Sherriff walked over to a file cabinet and laid pictures of the deceased on his desk for Sam and Dean to see.

“The throats have all been ripped out, you see?” The Sherriff pointed to the bloody necks. “A person couldn’t do that. We have assembled a group of townfolk to help track down the beast to make the town safe again.”

“All do respect.” Sam interjected. “These deaths have the same markings as others we have been following. Could we see the bodies and have a look ourselves?”

“Be my guest, but you’re not going to find anything.”

After visiting the morgue Sam and Dean had all the information they needed to confirm the deaths were definitely vampire related. All there was to do now was to find the nest and take care of business. Sam and Dean headed to the diner.

“Aren’t you boys dressed mighty nice?” Asked a busty brunette with a sweet smile.

“FBI.” Dean replied with a twinkle in his eye. “Suit is part of the job.”

“Lucky suit.” The waitress replied with a wink.

The boys sat down at a table for two and looked over the menus.

“Now, I will tell you. No matter what you order, you better leave room for dessert, because we have the best pie in all the mid-west.”

“Well I never could turn down a good piece of pie.” Dean laughed.

After the boys dined and the waitress brought the check, Sam noticed something written on the back.

Barn on Colfer road. ~Mickey

            Dean looked around, for anyone who appeared to be a hunter, but there was no one. Most of the guests were older or overweight.

“I guess we better check it out.”

The boys made a quick run back to the hotel to change. If they could get to the barn before the sunset, it would make the fight much easier by keeping the vampires contained.

The entire thing was entirely too easy. When Sam and Dean arrived at the barn, it was not a nest of vampires at all; it was two new vampires who had not learned yet to control themselves. Sam and Dean were in and out in five minutes.

“This doesn’t make any sense.” Dean said chucking his bloody machete into Baby’s trunk. “Why would a hunter call us in to help with that? It was like shooting fish in a barrel. Anyone could have solved this.”

“Maybe the waitress knows who this ‘Mickey’ is.” Sam suggested.

“Well I can go for another piece of that pie, but if she doesn’t know anything, we’re out of this town. Something isn’t right.”

As the waitress set down the two slices of pie, Sam pulled bill from his pocket and slid her direction.

“I’m sorry, I don’t want to bother you. We were hoping you might be able to tell us who is ‘Mickey’?”

“Good, I’m glad you saw the message.” The waitress whispered and leaned in close to the table. “You took care of the vamps, right?”

“Excuse me?” Dean asked, puzzled. “Oh, please. FBI doesn’t come around here to investigate some murders. You’re Sam and Dean Winchester, right?”

“Now, how did you?”

“Look, I get off shift at the end of the hour. I can meet you at the motel after then and we can talk. Alright?”

Sam and Dean looked at one another. There were certainly questions to be answered, but for now, that would have to wait. Sam and Dean finished dessert and made their way back across the street to the motel.

“What do you think?” Sam asked as they walked into the room.

“Sister, daughter maybe, of someone who got killed. Still doesn’t explain what this has to do with us.”

Sam passed Dean and Beer from the mini fridge and they waited and drank. Sure enough, at five past the waitress appeared at their door.

“Look, I don’t know what you think you know.” Dean began.

“I brought a fresh pie. You can take it with you tomorrow.” She replied placing the pie in Dean’s hands and sliding past him into the room.

“Wait a minute, why don’t we start with who you are first.” Sam said.

“Mickey.” The waitress laughed and rolled her eyes. The boys stared at her like she had three eyes. So Mickey leaned forwards so her nametag could be read ‘M’Ky’. “My name is actually McKayla, Mickey is just a nickname.” The waitress said with a smile and helped herself to the rest of Dean’s beer.

“Okay.” Dean said with a drawn out pause. “So, Mickey, if you knew there were vampires and where they were, why didn’t you take them out yourself?”

McKayla laughed. “Wow, no.” She said with a shake of her head. “I am NOT a hunter, like at all.”

Sam and Dean looked at McKayla, the uncomfortable silence made her squirm in the chair.

“I needed you to come into town. I caught wind of a case and I hoped if I sent it your way, you would come.” Mickey admitted.

“But that still doesn’t explain why. If you’re not a hunter, then how do you know us and why do you need us?”

McKayla stood from the chair and ran her hands across her face nervously.

“This is not coming across how I thought it would at all. Now you guys just think I’m some weird hunter groupie and.”

“Wait, is that a thing?” Dean asked half-seriously.

“Let me try to be as clear as possible.” McKayla said with a wave of her hand. “My name is McKayla Greenspan; my father was Sean Greenspan, he was a hunter. My father partnered with your father on several jobs. I know most people in the hunter community; that is why I had Bobby’s number. Of course, with Bobby being dead. I was not sure which phone of his you had and which one’s went to Garth and so it took me a few tries to even reach you.”

McKayla looked to Sam and Dean, they both were listening intently.

“A while back, before your father died, he had told my Dad that if he couldn’t be reached, to contact Dean. We heard later on after he died that Sam and Dean could solve almost any case. My Dad told me that if shit ever hit the fan, to get in touch with you boys right away. Well, shit has hit the fan.”

Sam leaned in toward McKayla. “Okay, and we might be able to help. You need to tell us what happened.”

            “My father was killed by Hell Hounds, and I think I’m next.”

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The Evolving Storyline

What do you do when you set out to write a story and suddenly it is no longer the story you set out to write?

The evolving story, as I like to call it, happens to me quite frequently. When I wrote my story “The 50 Deaths of Annabelle Joy” there was clearly my heroine plagued by the affections of the villainous Grim Reaper. I knew she would hate him the entire time, be repulsed by his affection for her, and fight to get away from him every day of her life. My original plan had Annabelle growing up, marrying, and giving birth to a daughter. As Annabelle’s daughter grew up, Death would begin to shift his interest from Annabelle to her daughter. When Annabelle learns Death intends to release her and to begin courting her daughter, Annabelle would agree to become his bride. That WAS my plan, but after I started writing it, the story evolved into something entirely different.

I am the author who becomes more acquainted with my characters as I write my story, I let my characters tell me the story and I write it. My last post I talked about character interviews, getting to know you character as the/she grows during the story. The interview was especially important in my book referenced above. As I wrote and interviewed my antagonist, I began to see the story from his perspective and that he was not, in fact, a ‘bad guy’ but a victim of circumstance.

The evolution of a story is not always as dramatic as it had been in my case, it could be something small like an unexpected ally or perhaps a game changer of finding someone else is the true villain. Allowing for evolution is partly why I do not attempt to outline my entire book, because I know the plan will likely change. As I write I find favorite characters die, while some deaths turn out to be only a near-death. I’ve had bad guys soften their hearts to become a hero and I have had strong alliances turn out to be a front, none of which I planned from the beginning.

People have asked me, ‘How did you not know your character would do that? You’re writing the story.’ Yes, I am writing the story, but I write what I see as I see it. 

All I would like to say is you should not plan your book so stringently you do not allow for things to change. We have a vision for our books as we set out to write them, but sometimes what comes from the evolution is so much better than anything we could have planned.

Failed plans should not be interpreted as a failed vision. Visions don’t change, they are only refined. Plans rarely stay the same, and are scrapped or adjusted as needed. Be stubborn about the vision, but flexible with your plan. John C. Maxwell

I would love to hear of a time from you when you wrote a story that turned out differently from what you had planned.

5 Chapters in 3 days…

What is the most you have ever written in a day? How about two? Three?

I have written about 13,000 over the past 3 days. My mind is blown! I don’t say that to brag, I say that because personally… I didn’t know I was capable of something like that. This is what has impressed me the most about my participation in NaNoWriMo. I have been setting the bar too low for myself, and it is going to stop.

Before NaNo, I was proud of myself just for writing over 1,000 words in 2 to about 2.5 hours. I thought I was doing well, it made it easy for me to determine a rough estimate of my completion dates, and I was happy. Since I began NaNo, I consistently write about 2,500 words in under 2 hours. Over the past 2 days, I gave myself 2 separate writing spurts to account for 5,000 words a day.

What has attributed to my sudden ability to write more in the same amount of time? I believe that I am capable of producing more now because of NaNoWriMo’s tight deadline. I have known from the very beginning that my book was due at midnight on November 30th, so I planned accordingly. I wanted to give myself some buffer time and also a chance to edit before the deadline, so my goal became one 2,500 word chapter per day. I thought that I would have to set aside time to write twice per day to achieve this goal, but I was so amped for the challenge that it wasn’t necessary.

My recommendation to you is that if you find yourself not producing as much work as you would like, raise your bar! It’s so easy to keep pushing back the due date, but take a chance, challenge yourself and push up your due date. Sometimes we need a little fire to kick everything back into gear. Make it fun, too. I think for my next book, I’ll set my deadline and I’ll bet a nice dinner (paid for or cooked by me) to my husband if I don’t achieve my goal. 

Today I am just on a high from what I’ve accomplished. I have literally been dancing around my house in celebration. Tomorrow I write the final chapter of my book, and you will hear me shout that I’ve won NaNoWriMo 2013.

Take care everyone, I’m off to go blow everyone’s mind in class with my presentation now.

Post NaNoWriMo write-a-thon and Veteran’s Day

First things first. I promised an update about how Saturday’s write-a-thon went. I did not achieve as much as I hoped I would. I really thought in 4 hours I would be able to hit 3 chapters. Unfortunately, since I don’t usually write in a busy coffee shop, I found myself distracted by unimportant things… things I usually don’t worry about. I thought that the chair was uncomfortable, I thought about if I should take my laptop with me if I wanted to order food and a drink. I thought the jazz music was too loud and ultimately had to throw in my earplugs and listen to my IPod… but I normally to write to music. 

Once I finally got settled to begin writing I got 2 sentences in and got stuck. When I had been setting up, I quickly changed my chapter guide because it no longer follow the path I was taking for my book and I didn’t know what to write. I took me a little while to get words on paper but slowly ideas started flowing, page by page, the chapter was finally getting written. I took me over two hours for that first chapter. The second chapter I wrote was a little bit easier, but I took a break to order lunch and then another short break to eat my lunch. I finished the second chapter with about 7 minutes to spare from my 4-hour pledge. So, I completed two chapters and wrote just over 5,500 words. I had hoped to write more, but I am satisfied with what I achieved.

What’s the most you’ve ever written in a single sitting?

I know the point of the write-a-thon was to write continuously for the entire day, but my husband had planned a party at out house beginning in the early afternoon, so after leaving the coffee shop, I was done writing for the day. I did write another full chapter yesterday though… I’m only 2000 words shy of being 1/2 way done and that is very exciting. So far, if I keep writing like I am, it is projected I will finish my novel on November 22. That will leave me over a week to edit and re-write anything. I’m astounded by well my first NaNo is going!

And now: Happy Veteran’s Day to all those who have served and are currently serving.

I am a Veteran as well… I served 6 years active duty in the Navy and deployed twice: once to the Philippines and once to Afghanistan. I know a lot of Veteran’s share my sentiment, so I’ll share that with you now. I have a hard time accepting thanks from people. I go to places like Sea World and on a Carnival cruise and they want the military members past and present to stand up so we can be acknowledged and thanked. Most times I would rather stay seated and clap along with everyone else. To me, I haven’t done anything worthy of being thanked. I was really great at my job, but that is all my service was to me: a job.

When I was 18, my Dad gave me to options. I could go to college or I could join the military, but I wasn’t staying home. I didn’t get into the college I wanted and I had already participated in 4 years of Naval Junior Reserve Office Trains Corps program at my high school, so joining the Navy made sense. I was in Intel, meaning that I was a glorified Google searcher and I made A LOT of powerpoint presentations. It was my job to keep the Commanding Officer and staff updated on every threat to our battalion or give them the specifics of an area we were traveling to. I had a desk job, that is all. I didn’t drive on the roads rigged with explosives and I didn’t shoot at things. Yes, my desk was sometimes in a war zone and sometimes I had to hide out in a bunker while our base was threatened with rockets, but nothing bad happened to me on deployments. My Commanding Officer and staff were always pleased with my work ethic and sometimes they said the safety of our battalion (no casualties) was in part thanks to what I did. But I just can’t see it that way.

Looking at pictures of me with a rifle slung across my back just seems strange. I was definitely not one of those girls that liked to shoot. I am in the Navy Reserves now, but I still consider myself to be a civilian. I am proud of the work I did in the Navy, I just don’t think it is deserving of thanks. If you look through my photos of deployment you would see people having a good time, and that is all I really remember, I don’t dwell on the bad. Here is my Afghanistan: Sundays we played Volleyball and went shopping at the boardwalk, for Christmas I decorated my room and my workspace, one night Carrabas and Outback cooked up restaurant quality food and it was AMAZING! I remember the night it flooded and me and my roommate had to jump over small rivers to get out laundry, but it was too flooded to go get dinner. I remember countless hours of watching TV shows on my laptop and being excited when we got satellite TV in our room. My favorite night was our over the hump party. We had a DJ come and play us music, and we danced and sang on the back of one of the trucks. I had fun in Afghanistan, though I’m sure you never hear those stories…

I don’t mean any disrespect to those that did have a hard deployment and suffer from it’s effects, you are the ones in my mind who deserve all the thanks. I was lucky, and I know that, and again that is why I have a hard time hearing the thanks.

For those of you who still wish to express me thanks, YOU’RE WELCOME, I’m just a girl doing a job to the best of my ability and I appreciate that you appreciate what we (the military) are doing.

 

-Christina 

And the story evolves

The problem with taking a concept to a chapter guide in a matter of hours is you don’t allow yourself enough to get to know the characters. At least that is what is happening to me with NaNoWriMo (nano). I needed some sort of guideline to help towards the finish line of this adventure, and so before the competition began I spat the chapter guideline.

I mentioned it before and now I will say it again: A chapter guide is great tool to assist you in writing your story, but you should not stick to it 100% My story has evolved. It was just a baby concept in the beginning. The idea is there is a girl who is so beautiful that Death (the Grim Reaper) had fallen in love with her. Death kill’s the girl quite frequently to spend time with her. Now when I wrote my chapter guide, I assumed that the girl would be extremely resistant to all of Death’s advances all the way until the end. I was wrong.

I have gotten to know more about my Death character, who I have named Renn, and I quite like him. Renn is a gentleman of all eras and he is very kind to the girl, Annabelle Joy. Death is lonely, he lives in Limbo and all he does for all eternity is reap souls. Annabelle is the only person in all of eternity that brings him happiness. 

Because Death is now a more likable character, my main girl, Annabelle is able to see him in some human light and she can develop different emotions about him. I now know that she is going to go through phases on how much she trusts Death, whether she believes she could love him, why she must hate Death, and why she doesn’t want to stay in Limbo with Death. My story was originally a three point story with some fluff holding it together, but now it has real emotions behind it.

I’m really looking forward to seeing how my story turns out. The title is “The 50 Deaths of Annabelle Joy”. I’m sure I’ll share a chapter or two on here once it is complete.

Enjoy your Friday!