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Post by Harmony on Nov 12, 2008 17:27:43 GMT -5
Harmony let out her breath, and moved form behind Dean. She looked at the guy standing there, obviously Dean knew him. Then she looked down at the lifeless body. She stared into the cold, blank eyes. She knew him. She knew this person laying there.
He worked at HQ, she knew that much. He was an anti. . .Which meant that. . .That Dean, and this person he called Sam were. . Mutants. She gulped. She was in a daze. She walked back to his car, he explained that the cute guy was Sam he younger brother.
She walked lifelessy to his car. Dean got in and told them they could decide on who got shotgun. She tried so hard to hold it in, butshe couldn't any longer. She grabbed her purse out of the car. Then she fell on her knees on the sidewalk. He eyes blank with cofusion. She felt dumb for not being able to tell he was a mutant.
She shook her head, and looked down. "It can't be. . ." She repeated those words atleast 3 times. "He is so nice. . " She added. "How could he. . .Not possible. . " She felt like her work mind and her logiacl mind were tearing aprt in cofusion. . . .
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Post by Dean on Nov 12, 2008 17:37:03 GMT -5
Dean saw Harmony fall to her knees, from the rearview mirror. He quickly opened the door and went to her side. He could hear her talking to herself, but outloud, which was strange.
His brows were knit together in confussion. "What?"
Sam walked over and placed a hand on Dean's shoulder. "She's an Anti." He merely stated.
Dean looked up at him and shook his head. "No." He turned to Harmony. "You can't be... are you?"
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Post by Harmony on Nov 12, 2008 17:41:22 GMT -5
Harmony had to breathe really hard to make sure she wasn't going to pass out. She shook her head at Dean's question. "But . .I have never killed anyone. . " She hit herself on the head palm open. She stood up, and wiped the tears.
"Maybe I should just go. . . " She sniffled and searched in her purse for her phone. "I wouldn't want to cause you and you brother any more problems. . ." She wondered if she should run. What is he decided she knew too much and had to die? He had the gun to do it. . . .
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Post by Dean on Nov 12, 2008 18:07:40 GMT -5
"Wait wait wait... I'm confused." He stood up. "You are, or you aren't a mutant hunter?" He stared at her. This wasn't happening, this just wasn't happening. He shook his head, he could hear Sam talking to him, but he blocked it out.
"Shut up Sam." He snapped, glaring back at him. He turned back to Harmony. "It's not like I'm going to kill you on the spot if you are." He pointed out. "You did me no harm..."
"Dean..." Sam spoke up. "She's an Anti..." Dean looked back at him. "But she's done no harm to me, or you. What are you saying? We should kill her just becaase she's an anti?" His face distorted in confusion. "We're not murderers Sam."
True, they did hunt down Anti's, and it's true, they did kill them. But Harmony has done nothing to deserve such a fate...
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Post by Harmony on Nov 12, 2008 22:07:26 GMT -5
Harmony stodd up, and straightened herself out as the two bickered. "What I am about to tell you. . I will regret it. . . but yes. . " She cleared her throat it was sounding a little choked up since she had been crying. "I am an Anti. . .But I am only in training I have never actually been in a fight with a mutant. . .never killed one. . .and personally I don't problem with them. . ." She paused.
If they knew her mother they would know why she was pretty much forced to triain. This was to be her onky path in life. Her mother didn't care that she had the voice of an angel, of the grace of a ballerina, and the talent of a star. No she was just supposed to surpress her talent, and become a hunter. Oh joy. . ."If you knew my mom. . You would understan why. . .I am forced to be. . .a hunter. . " She said the last words almost in a whisper.
She shifted her weight. "You two. . are brothers you shouldn't fight. . I will just be on my way. . .Don't waste your breath fighting about me. . " She lowered her head. She was disgusted to be what she was. . . But there was no way out of it. . .
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Post by Dean on Nov 12, 2008 23:16:26 GMT -5
Dean's face distorted in angst. "Hey." He shook his head. "We are brothers. We fight. That's what we do." He pointed out. "I might not know your mom, but I do know you somewhat. Like I said, you've done us no harm." He glared back at Sam.
"Please get in the car, I'll take you wherever you want to go." And with that, he walked back around the car, and got in, slamming the door. "Sam, backseat." He ordered.
Sam Sighed heavily. "Fine."
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Post by Harmony on Nov 12, 2008 23:22:42 GMT -5
Harmony lowered her head she felt bad enough for making them fight, and now Sam had to sit in the back. She sighed and sat in the front seat. She couldn'y stop fidgeting. She remebered the knife in her bra. It was starting to bother her know. She flicked her wrist down her shirt, unzipped her bag, and threw it in.
She didn't bother to check if either of them were watching her at the point she didn't care. She was going to go home, maybe, and get some rest. Or atleast think about what she should do about her situation. There was no way at all, she was going to be able to tell Melody. She sighed again.
She looked over at Dean his face was hard, and statue like. "Dean. . I'm sorry. . ." She sounded very sad. She had hurt the one guy who actually gave her the time of day, or in this case night. . . She felt the tears backing up in her ducts. . .The were bound to fall soon. . .
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Post by Dean on Nov 12, 2008 23:30:56 GMT -5
Dean was driving down the street, just thinking everything over. He was no killer, and he hoped Harmony understood that. He hunted anti's, because they killed his mother. His face hardened, and he heard her soft voice tell him she was sorry. He shook his head lightly. "It's okay." He swallowed hard, licking his lips. He reached up and turned on the cassette.
"Bon Jovi?" Sam quirked from behind.
"Yes, Bon Jovi."
Sam shook his head, laughing a little. "Hey!" Dean yelled back at him. "Bon Jovi, rocks. On occassion." He starred at him in the rear view mirror. He turned it up and started to sing, hoping to break the tension. "And I walk these streets, a loaded six string on my back. I play for keeps, cause I might not make it back. I been everywhere, still I'm standing tall. Ive seen a million faces an Ive rocked them all."
He turned to Harmony and gave her a soft smile. Leaning up he turned it down a few notches. "I'm going to drop Sam off at my place, then I'll take you where you want to go. Okay?" He looked back over at her.
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Post by Harmony on Nov 13, 2008 15:05:58 GMT -5
Harmony smiled even though her stomach felt like it was an endless pit. She nodded as he told her he was going to drop Sam off at his place. She had to keep taking deep breaths to make sure she was still alive, and not really dreaming or in a place of punishment.
Not that being surrounded by two very gorgeous guys was punishment, but being around them now was kind of awkward. She definently did not like awkward. It only successfully reminded her of herself. . . She sighed. Her fiery red bangs had fell in her face when she dropped to her knees. Right now, they were bugging her, she blew a cold breeze of air so they would smoothly move out of her eyes.
She notcied how childish she must have looked doing that. This only made her feel more uncomfortable. She sighed, and tried to sit still. . .
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Post by Dean on Nov 14, 2008 12:38:30 GMT -5
He didn't want to say much as he drove to drop off Sam. His mouth stayed shut, and his eyes remained on the road. He sped, which he always did. Funny though, how he never got a ticket.
Turning the corner or Park avenue, he pulled up to a curb and shut the engine off. "Sam." He looked in the rearview mirror. "End of the road."
"Yeah, I know." He pushed on Dean's seat, letting him know he needed out. Sighing, Dean sat forward and allowed him out. Once he was out, he shut the car door and looked up at him. "I'll be back."
"Lets hope so." Sam said, looking past him and at Harmony, his hands in his jean pockets.
Dean gave him a stern look, and started the car. "Don't wait up." He replied as he pulled off. He swallowed hard and looked over at Harmony. "You okay?" He felt awful. He had no idea she was an anti, or at least an anti in training.
"Where do you want me to go?" He asked softly.
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Post by Harmony on Nov 14, 2008 15:25:41 GMT -5
Harmony looked over at him, knowing her eyes were probably all puffy and red. She cleared her throat before speaking. She looked him straight in his eyes, telling the truth. "No. . I'm not really okay. . . But I guess I will just have to get over that. . ."
She felt herself let a sigh slip from her mouth. She really liked him alot. No matter what he was, but her mother was not going to have it, and from the looks of it neither was his brother.
She kept pushing her bangs out of her eyes, and answered the question of where she needed to be let out. " Can you drop me off at Central Park. . .I think I need to go for a run. . ." She felt the tears welling up inside her again. Why did this hurt so much?
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Post by Dean on Nov 14, 2008 16:10:24 GMT -5
Dean could tell by the sound of her voice that she was pretty upset. "No one said for you to get over it." He turned to look at her. He listened to her sigh softly, and ask to be taken to Central Park.
He sat there a moment still. They were still sitting outside his house, central park was only five blocks away. Quick ride, to say the least. But something inside him didn't want to end it like this. He sighed, placing his hands on the wheel. "Yeah, okay." He turned the key and started the car, he was driving slowly the whole way there.
As the car approached the park, he pulled up and turned it off. He watched as she reached for the door handle. "Wait." He called out to her, his voice soft and deep.
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Post by Harmony on Nov 14, 2008 16:31:15 GMT -5
Harmony didn't want to speak until she got to the park. So she could yell at herself. It was atleast 4 in the morning. Even though she should go home, and go to sleep she was going to go run for a couple of hours. And she wondered why she had such great legs. . .
The car stopped in front of the park. She noticed he drove slower to get here. As she reached for the handle, he told her to wait. Still not speaking afraid of what she might say, or how squeaky her voice might be, she turned to face him. Her beautiful eyes scanning his expression. . . . .
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Post by Dean on Nov 14, 2008 18:00:55 GMT -5
Here it was, time to say what needs to be said. Dean licked his lips, and swallowed hard. "Don't let Sam get to you." His voice was rough, rougher than usual. "His heart is in the right place." Even though his voice was rough and low, his eyes told a different story.
He stared straight into her eyes, wanting to tell her everything. "A anti killed our mother, when Sam was just a baby." His gaze never wandered from her face. "We're close, and we only have the best interest for each other at heart."
"But when it comes to you.." His voice cracked a lightly, and he cleared his throat. He barely knew this girl, yet he was willing to show her the truth behind the lies. "I barely know you, yet I don't want you to get out of this car... upset." He trailed off. He wanted to just say 'I don't want you to get out of this car.' period. But he didn't. Instead, he starred at her, waiting for her to say something.
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Post by Harmony on Nov 15, 2008 0:04:08 GMT -5
She gazed at him as he talked. Letting her gaze hang in the air she searched through her bag, and found a grenn ball point pen. She gently grabbed hand, showing him she wasn't going to hurt him she wrote her name 9just in case he was drunk at the moment and forgot, and her cell phone number.
She stared back into his gorgeous eyes. "I won't let him get to me. . .but promise. . .you want let my. . . well job-ish. . .get to you. . " She paused. "If I see you again. . or when. . .I see you again. . " she smirked. "I will tell you the only reason why I am training. . " She turned to open the car door.
She let the cold air rush in. She turned back, looking in his eyes. She leaned across the seat and gently caressed his cheek. She whispered in his ear. "I'm not mad at you. . ." She then did something not even she was expecting. She quickly pecked him on the lips. She pulled away, and smiled at him. She quickly got out of the car before he could even have time to think about that kiss. . . She smiled as she crossed in front of the car looking directly into Dean's shocked face. . . .
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Post by Dean on Nov 15, 2008 11:07:59 GMT -5
It was as if he was viewing it all through someone else, and not himself. He saw her say what she said, and he saw her kiss him and leave. But he still sat there, unable to move. Was his mouth open?
Yes.
He quickly shut it and starred as she walked away. He looked down at his hand with her name and number and shook his head lightly. "What a night." He said lightly. He started the car, but then turned it back off. "Shit." He sighed.
He opened the door and decided to just walk those five blocks back to his house. No doubt Sam would be pissed. But at the moment, he didn't care. His hands were inside his jeans, his coat on his back, and his mind somwhere else...
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Post by Harmony on Nov 15, 2008 21:39:43 GMT -5
She stood over by the bench near the entry way to the park. Glad it was night time, and no one was here, she took of her shirt to expose her running sports bra. She then pulled of her heels, and stuffed her shirt, and heels in her large purse. She went through it, and found her Ipod.
She ran about a mile listening to all her favorite music, and then she stopped for a break. She probably needed to leave soon. She went back to where she had left her things, and pulled out her phone. She dialed Rafiel's number. She told him to come pick her up at central park. He would be there in about 10 minutes.
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Post by Colette on Nov 16, 2008 10:09:47 GMT -5
--end of thread--
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