Flightless bird [Ryder Winchester]

[emilyparker]

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Man brutally murdered, no big deal on that, nothing new either, all with the same kind of weapon, tsk right there was what drove Emily to the neighbor State of Texas, to Bryan, Tx to be precise. Most hunters wouldn’t drive all night for something as vague of a hint as that but Emily’s over 10 years of experience as a witch and over two as a hunter told her that there was something, when the police don’t reveal what kind of weapon it is the murdered one, then there’s a shady cloud over it.
The last man killed lived alone at Palasota Dr, near Finefeather Road, a modern yet country house; he had a girlfriend that could not yet being found and who ALL of the man’s friends was described as over the top obsessive; nothing odd there either, man had to deal with jealous girlfriends on a daily bases all over the world.
Emily got down of the car in the man’s driveway and tucked her Springfield 9mm in the back of the jean’s waist covering it with her jacket, she carried that just in case she encountered a law enforcement official and had to explain why she was trespassing, that along a fake badge of course, for other none so conventional thing there was her powers and they would be enough. She had retired for a few months from the hunting, not because of choice, she was so out of focus that it almost caused an entire families’ life, Emily knew she was bad, but never as bad so retired to connect with herself and her wiccan side but mostly with herself ”Every change begins on the inside” her grandfather told her and that’s exactly what she did, as this happened, she grew other powers, two more, apparitions (a form of teleporting) and force field shield; that was the part that no one saw but a few, Emily matured in ways that most wouldn’t imagine; she wanted to be taken more seriously, it was a stupid decision to dye her hair dark chocolate but it was done and it was beginning to grow on her.
Put a hand on the front door’s lock and made sure that despite the late hours, no one was watching, not at least as far the eye could see; the door opened none the less and she entered without hesitation; as soon as she set foot inside, she heard a noise that made her unfold her gun almost taking the lock at the same time, in a guard position, Emily measured every step & gun high, she looked ahead tuning her hearing sense to catch from where the noise was coming from and adventured into the house.

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WORDS 455TAGGED Ryder Winchester OUTFIT CLICK HERE
TEMPLATE PANIC! ITS LAUZ @ CAUTION NOTES And Emily's back in action Hope it was good for a start...

[Ryder James Winchester]

Ryder had one hand on the steering wheel and one eye on the dark road before him. The other hand was buried in a duffle bag laid across the drivers side; an arsenal of weapons spilling out and onto the seat. He wasn’t exactly sure what he was hunting, so he’d brought a multiplicity of weapons, one for every kind of monster he could think of. Silver Nitrate tipped bullets. Dead Man’s Blood tipped bullets, knives, chains, whips…okay, well maybe not whips. You get the picture.

The young Winchester had gotten a tip off about some extraordinary murders that had taken place in the little town of Bryan, Texas from a hunter that was laid up in the same little town. Ryder had been unable to say no to the guy. Hunters stuck together. They were all kin somewhere down the line.

Only thing was Ryder didn’t know why this case was any different from your run of the mill girlfriend-kills-boyfriend-for-money, but the old hunter said he just had a hunch. How could a greenhorn in the field argue with a man and his hunches? Dean would have told him to go for it. That was if he’d had the guts to tell Dean. Lately, since he’d found his way back into his family’s life, he’d had to walk on egg shells or risk upsetting mom or pissing off dad. And they were walking on shells too; scared as hell that anything they said might push him away again.

He hated the apprehension between everyone but he was so fucking glad to be able to call Chey again, just to talk because there wasn’t anything on television and it was better to watch bad T.V. together. Or texting back and forth with Ben just for the hell of it.

‘Jerk’.

‘Ass’.

The thought made Ryder’s lip curve up at the corner, and he lifted his hand out of the duffel to grab his cell, texting a four-letter word to his big brother.

Tossing the phone back into the seat next to him, Ry recognized the street he was turning onto and cut the lights. His Jeep barely purred as he slid into a shadow in front of the house and then cut the engine. Double checking the clip in his modified Ruger the young hunter slid out of the vehicle and crept up to the front using the darkness as his cover.

There wasn’t supposed to be anyone home, and the cops had long since abandoned the place, leaving the yellow tape up just in case.
But the door was ajar, and Ryder narrowed his eyes and tried to see into the darkness. Had that shadow just moved?

He moved stealthily inside, pushing the door slowly shut but holding his weapon at the ready all the while.
Probably just the kids in the neighborhood using it as a morbid hang out. Ryder crept deeper into the house, his blue-grey eyes adjusting little by little to the dark.

[emilyparker]

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As she made her way inside, Emily swore she saw a shadow; she wanted to cast a spell and reveal the shadow but she kept quiet, the noises now became clear footsteps, human footsteps and Emily came even more cautious, if there was some innocent here, she could be in more trouble by making her visible or pull the trigger before hand, and that is just not what she needed, first job after coming back and having an innocent shut by you… that had all the right kind of wrongs…

Her baby blue eyes fought adjusting to the dark and it took her a while to see properly, more and more footsteps but it seemed only one set, a homeless guy? Maybe, after all, the door was unlocked, anyone could have been able to walk inside… that is until she went into the master bedroom, there was no one inside but the marked shaped on the man’s body still drew on the floor; Emily searched under the bed, inside the closet and bathroom, nothing, that was of course until she was in there when she saw the clear shape of a guy entering the room, she was wearing heels and she thanks inside that the bedroom’s floor was covered in rug.

Came out of the bathroom and approached the guy slowly while he was giving his back to her, Emily’s hand were shaking slightly and her mind just looking for the right words to say, she saw he had a gun in hand too so, in order to not get the both hurt, the female witch/hunter, placed the gun at the back of the guy’s neck slowly, pressing it just barely in it, after all this seconds looking for the right words and without a hint on hesitation her mind just like automat, it was firm but at the same time was soft.
“Drop it or I’ll kill you”

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WORDS 319 TAGGED RYDER WINCHESTER OUTFIT CLICK HERE
TEMPLATE PANIC! ITS LAUZ @ CAUTION NOTES Just remember that they don't know each other

[Ryder James Winchester]

As Ryder crept through the house with his gun at the ready, the fine blonde hairs on the back of his neck rose, and instinctually he knew something wasn’t right. Everything looked normal; as if no crime had taken place here, but he couldn’t shake the dread sensation that he was about to step in something real messy. Damn it to hell. These were his favorite boots, too.Keeping against the wall, he stole quietly through the seemingly empty corridor, slowly pushing each door he came to open with the barrel of his weapon.

First room. Nothing.

Second room. Nadda.

Tiny bathroom…
Ryder winced, as it was decorated like an old lady’s should be, complete with a little Barbie toilet paper holder wearing a crocheted dress. The young hunter shook his head and backed out, moving on through the rest of the house. Another bedroom and this one was just as empty as the others, so Ry didn’t bother going in and searching the small bathroom at the rear of the space. It was probably just as creepy as the last.
Turning around to head back out, the middle Winchester had almost reached the door when those same fine hairs stood on end and he heard the soft movement of carpet behind him. Before the hunter had a chance to turn around however, he felt the cold steel pressed against the back of his neck and heard the unyielding feminine threat.

Inhaling sharply, Ryder dropped his gun and slowly lifted his hands in the air in surrender. Instinctually, his ‘hunter’ mind was whirling with thoughts of what kind of creature the woman could be if she wasn’t human, and scenarios of how this could play out. He wasn’t a sexist ass by any means, but there was no way in hell he was letting a female get the best of him. His dad and Ben would never let him live that down.

Turning slowly to face her, Ryder kept his hands in the air and his face vacant. The wrong move and even facial expression could get him killed, and he had too much to live for now. “Okay…I’m unarmed…” He told her impassively; his stormy blue eyes meeting her shining baby blue ones. For a split second there was no movement, nothing said, as the hunter gauged the slightly hesitant expression on her face. She didn’t want to hurt him…

His movements were swift and easy; hunter training from the time you could walk did that to a guy. In a split second Ryder grasped the gun from her hand and pulled it away, turning the woman’s weapon back on her.

“Who the hell are you, lady?” Ryder kept the gun pointed at her chest as he took a step backwards and bent to retrieve his own, lifting it so now two weapons where at the ready. “What the hell are you doing here?”

[emilyparker]

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He turned around slowly with his hands in the air, his face was empty, almost a poker face to say something accurate; he was rather cute but not her type, Emily thought of how stupid that thought was, looks can be very deceiving and she should know better, her own looks made even the bad ones to fall for her lies; her heart was pounding in her chest but her steady hands said otherwise, one more look to him and she knew what he was even if she didn’t say it out loud
“Yeah, right!”
And then, everything changed in a moment, he made a sudden move and took her gun away from her, aiming it at her chest, anyone else would have pulled the hands up, Emily didn’t, she just stood there and tilted her head to a side and shoved her hands on her jean’s pockets and kind of smiled when he called her “lady”
“A polite hunter, that’s a first!”
He step back to get his gun and Emily’s gun to be pointed at her, the semi smile she had on was gone by now, it was a must move to do what he did, she would have done it too. The one now with the poker face was Emily, she still hadn’t move and her head was still tilted to a side, her body expression was the same too, the only thing that changed about her was the beating of her heart, it was a bit harder now that two guns were pointed at her.
When he asked on what she was doing there, the witch/hunters mind was racing on what to answer and what to do to get her gun back, Emily looked at a side to a big old mirror on the wall and saw the reflection of the two of them, a moment later, she turned to look at him again
“Well, I don’t know about you hunter but, I’m here to solve a murder”
She said with a grin on her face, she knew those words would distract him a bit and she took that chance, it was bold and right down suicidal but she had to do it, in a quick move, she step forward, put her hands in both guns and sent a heat wave through the barrel to burn him slightly and he’d be force to drop them.

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WORDS 399 TAGGED Ryder WinchesterOUTFIT CLICK HERE
TEMPLATE PANIC! ITS LAUZ @ CAUTION NOTES Nop!

[Ryder James Winchester]

Even after Ryder had taken the female’s gun, something told him not to trust her for a second. Not that he usually trusted strangers anyway, especially when they were sneaking around places that were scenes of mysterious crimes. He had his dad and the -life- to thank for that one. But this one; small and dainty though she seemed, had a fire in her eyes that was unmistakable. The poker face she wore was no match for that fire, and the hunter could just see that inferno beneath the mask of indifference she wore.

Tilting his head, Ryder narrowed his eyes on the woman when she addresses him as a hunter. There was only one of two ways she would know this about him before he’d offered the information to her. One; she was one of the things that went ‘bump in the night’ that he was out there tracking, or two; she was part of the life herself.
The middle Winchester wasn’t about to assume it was one or the other. Right now, all the petite blonde was to him was a hazard in the road.

“Well, a man’s gotta’ try.” Ryder said with a cocky grin, remarking on her ‘polite’ comment. “If I didn’t my mama would skin me alive, and feed it to the dogs.”
He was being a smart ass, of course. Lisa would never hurt a fly, let alone one of her own sons. Hell, she had a hard time stepping on spiders when they got into the house and the woman would never even -think- of putting down a mouse trap when they started nibbling on the dog food in the garage. Naturally, being the kind of woman that Lisa Braden Winchester was, she -had- taught her boys’ manners, and scolded them a time or two when they took after their dad in the foul mouth department.

Ryder kept his eyes locked on the mystifying woman, and he started to think it was the former of the two hunches he had about her when the girl turned towards the mirror and then back to him wearing a peculiar smile. His eyebrows furrowed at her confession that she was, like him, here to investigate a murder, but the statement didn’t have time to fully sink into the man’s brain before she touched the guns and suddenly a surging heat scalded his hands like he’d stuck them into a broiler.

“The fuck!” he cursed and dropped the guns, shaking his hands out and blowing on them to relieve some of the sting. They didn’t blister, but were sore as hell. So sore the thought of grabbing a gun again made him wince and think twice. Besides…it was obvious she was some kind of supernatural, and most of the time gun shot wounds didn’t do shit to stop them.

“Who are you?” Ryder demanded of the woman again, throwing daggers at her with his eyes since he couldn’t do anything with his hands at the moment. “What do you know about these murders? How’d you know I was a hunter?”

[emilyparker]

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The heat waved had the effect on him that Emily was hoping for, she was well aware of her powers to know how much heat to send to just leave a slightly soared sensation; any other hunter just for the kicks of it would have point the guns back at him, Emily wasn’t that kind of person, she just wanted a chance to explain without having over 24 bullets ready to find her body.

Instead she looked at him and saved her gun on the back of her jeans, detached the rounds and placed them on the bed, she really didn’t mean harm to him, after all they were on the same side, he was intrigued about her and she could only smile at the amount of question that he made
“You’ll be fine in a few minutes, I’m sorry about that, I needed your attention but two guns in front of me weren’t helping me to get it, I’m a full time witch, part time hunter…”

The look on his eyes were of pure hate and Emily rolled her eyes, she hated that look, it made her felt impotent despite her great power; they had obviously started off with the wrong foot, too late to emend now but not really too late to make it better, Emily sat on the bed and looked at him, trying to think on what the other two questions were and her brain recollected them she gave the explanation he was –maybe- looking for
“Three deaths in a year, same c.o.d, secret unknown murder weapon, same hair fibers, all three males were dating a mysterious and over the top obsessive woman… about the murders that’s as far as I know… and for knowing what you were without you saying it, it’s the ‘takes one to know one’ kind of thing I guess”

Emily gets up and walks the few steps separating them, stretching a hand and tilting her head to a side
“Once again, I’m sorry… I’m Emily Parker but, everyone calls me Ems”

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WORDS 340 TAGGED Ryder WinchesterOUTFIT CLICK HERE
TEMPLATE PANIC! ITS LAUZ @ CAUTION NOTES Nah... ;D

[Ryder James Winchester]

The hunter watched in exasperation as the female picked up her gun and shoved it into her jeans, picking his up as well and dumping the contents on the bed. His hands still stung, but the sensation was quickly lessening; unlike the smart to his ego, which was growing more intense by the moment. He’d been unarmed by a woman. Good lord, this was going in his private memory storage and never coming out because if Dad, Ben, or Chey found out they were never gonna’ let him live it down.

Ryder continued to shake out his hands until he had feeling in them again, making an -O- with his mouth when she confessed she was not only a hunter like him, but a witch as well. It explained the whole hand buzz gag and the reason she was sneaking around the darkened house with a drawn weapon…just like he’d been doing.
Still, his self-esteem was bruised a little, which made it hard to just forgive and forget (even if pointing a gun at her had been a bad idea and pretty darn rude) so when she went on to impart what she knew about the case Ryder pushed his hands in his pockets and shrugged as if to say this was nothing new to him.

When the young woman stood from her perch on the bed and came forward with an outstretched palm, Ry’s lip quirked into the murmur of a grin and he placed his into offered one, shaking it with a little wince. Damn, that still smarted a little. “Ryder…” He offered his first name but not his last. The Winchesters had a lot of friends, but they had a lot of enemies too; some being the very hunters they fought along side of. Blood ran thicker than water and there was a lot of bad blood out there, so he didn’t want to end up knee deep in the stuff.

Once the handshake was ended, he ran it across the top of his tawny hair, looking around the room as if seeing it for the first time. “I should be the one to apologize Ems. Believe me when I say I don’t make it a habit to draw my weapon at women, but you know how it is when you’re on the job. And sometimes it’s the women that are the most malevolent.” His grey-blue eye glinted mischievously for a moment, and he let out a quiet chuckle as he shook his head.

“Anyway, yeah…its weird…none of these deaths shout supernatural to me, but the hair fibers…” He furrowed his brow and drew a hand across it as he pondered. “I still don’t have a clue about what the hair is from. I’ve gotta’ lot of help on the supernatural side of things, but not even the supers can tell me what exactly I’m…we are dealing with.”

He tilted his head sideways a little and shrugged. “You have any ideas?”

[emilyparker]

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Emily smiled when he said that women were malevolent
“Hey! I resent that!... we are not all evil, you know?”
But she had to smile, it was obvious that the general thought among people was that witches were evil; when he chuckled, so did she, damn that guy had a contagious laugh, just one look at him and this time from head to toe and the witch/hunter felt butterflies on her stomach, he was one beautiful guy but, Emily shook her head, there was no way a guy like him would be avaliable, besides, she was on a job, there was no mix of business and other things while you were hunting.

Ryder just count her into the equation, that’s not something hunters used to do, most of them work solo and if they are in teams, well, they don’t include a third party; so, Emily nod and pout
“Well, thanks for counting me in…”
Sighed and continued
“Assuming you didn’t check the other crime scenes, I can assure you that they all look as creepy as this one and in one I picked up a small, really small animal footstep, doing research on the print, it was from a bird, a dove to be exact but the owner didn’t have birds so, I’m officially lost…”

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WORDS 216 TAGGED RYDER WINCHESTEROUTFIT CLICK HERETEMPLATE PANIC! ITS LAUZ @ CAUTION NOTES I read that they can turn into doves too, if I'm completly wrong, let me know