Courtesy Call

Courtesy Call

35 Minutes later.    

After speeding down the highway and cutting through lights, the crimson Mazda had made it to its destination. Or at least within thirty seconds walk of it.

The light drizzle had turned into a downpour but that didn't stop the pair from getting out of the sports car and venturing towards the recovery yard. Grit crunched under the girl's boots as they made their way towards the house. Sneaking down the overgrown path and up the porch steps, the female's hid out of the view from anyone who could have been inside. Hunching by the window frame and listening in, the pair heard the shouting from a man, presumably the homeowner.

"What are you asking me for?" There was a brief pause as the man listened to the other person on the receiving end of the call. "Last time I heard, they were on a job by the coast."

Adrienna glanced to Evangeline.

Peeking past the frame, the blonde looked into the sitting room.

Running a hand over his face, a young man prodded the air as he paced. "The church on the coast? I can't hear you properly; you're breaking up."

Evangeline did her usual hand sign for 'going to the next location': a two finger point twice and then scurried off the porch with her friend in tow.
 

Sitting back in the car, the female's took a breath. Neither dared to look at the other. Rain pittered off the windscreen as the duo shifted in thought.

Adrienna side-eyed the driver, waiting for her to voice the complaints she knew she had. After some staring at the older girl, the redhead cleared her throat. "So, say it."

"Say what?" The blonde turned her nose up as she look straight ahead.

"Tell me 'I told you so'."

"I don't know what you mean."

"This is a one-time opportunity to say it without me ignoring you."

The blonde wobbled her head madly. "Oh, why would I say it? Everything will go peachy, I'm sure."

Unwrapping a lolly, Adrienna shoved it in her mouth and noted the obvious trait. "Sarcasm's one of your worst habits, y'know?"

Evangeline peeked at her passenger and pretended to be serious. "We could die."

"Since when did that ever matter?"

"Fine, we'll go." The blonde turned the key in the ignition and started the engine.

"Don't force yourself."

Pulling out onto the main road, the driver thought about the lengthy journey ahead. "It's gonna be dark by the time we get there."

Adjusting her seat, the redhead lounged back and put her feet up on the dashboard. "Better late than never."
 

It took some driving, but the pair had got to where they wanted to be, an empty shoreline with one or two personal fishing boats bobbing aflame while meteor-like dashes fell from the sky from every which direction. Blackened skies turned in to a parade of golden lights that streamed down. An almost deafening silence cast over the coast. Nothing much was in sight beside the show of falling entities and a small rundown church right on one of the sandy piers.

Dashing out of the either side of the Mazda, both females rushed to the Impala outside of the building. A taller man was writhing as he mutter while another called to the man in his arms in distress.

"Take their car and get them out of here." Evangeline nudged her friend before gripping the slouching male with the help of the other two. Once they had managed to shove him in the back seat and then shepherd the other man into the passenger side, the shorter female's attention shot from the black vehicle to the building to her right.

"I'll meet you back at the recovery yard." Was what the blonde said as she ran for the church starting to catch fire.

She heard the foreign vehicle's tire spin and flick the sand as she switched gears and reversed the Hell out of there. Going back to her own car, the blonde popped the boot and snatched a water sprayer filled with triple blessed holy water. Hitting the compartment shut, the female hurried for the building.

Making it inside, the lone female was surprised by what she saw. Most of the ceiling had caved in and debris covered the inside. Beside's a man on all fours by a broken chair and a flaming heap smouldered away to itself, nothing but an empty syringe laying on the floor and a few lit candles were present.

Eyebrow raised, the blonde nodded upwards. "Who're you." She aimed the sprayer at the suited man as she slowly advanced.

Coughing and looking up, the man spoke. "The name's Crowley."

"Why were you tied down?"

"The moose did it."

Thinking over the scene for a second or two, Evangeline thought nothing bad could come of this particular situation. It was either leave the guy and possibly know nothing or collect the him and then either trade for info or extract it directly. Taking the suited and booted man would bring her no loss. And so, she advanced for him. Brushing the bits of wood and dust off his back, the blonde took his jacket sleeve and yanked him up.

"Girl, do you know what you're doing?" He wheezed as she dragged him away from the small bonfire starting to spread.

"My name's not girl." She flicked her tongue off her right canine. "It's Evan."

"Well Evan, if you'd be so kind..." She pulled him out into the night air, letting him see the state of the sky. Apparently he changed his mind about his tone upon seeing what was going on and began shouting. "Tell me what the Hell is going on!"

"When I find out, you'll be the first to know." She nodded in a mocking manner and opened the car door before pushing him in the passenger side.

Waiting until the female jogged around to the driver's side and got in, Crowley snarled. "The moose tries to kill me, the world is about to end and then I get manhandled by a set of tits on legs. Great."

Clicking her tongue, Evangeline started the ignition. "Don't be so dramatic."

Turning to face the woman, the passenger pointed at her with his hands still restrained. "You're in over your head kid."

Evangeline punched the dashboard just in front of her guest and then spared a quick scowl. Teeth clenched, the female sneered. "Ma names not 'kid'.

Sitting back and coughing a laugh, Crowley rested his cuffed hands on his lap and faced ahead. "Whatever you say." He wobbled his head.

Mocking the action, Evangeline copied the gesture and repeated what he had said in a voice that sounded nothing like his.

The passenger shot an unimpressed glare from the corner of his eye and huffed.
Spinning the car around, the blonde slammed her foot down on the gas and left the area in the same direction which Adrienna had gone. A few minutes passed of nothing but silence and missile like smears plummeting down when the driver decided to speak. "What was that back there?"

"I was being tortured." The passenger told as though it was obvious.

"Not that." She rolled her eyes. "They were angels, weren't they?" Verdant irises stole a quick peek at the man beside her.

"It's probably God having a little spring cleaning."

"Wrong season, genius." Taking the cigarette box from the small indent by the gearstick, Evan brought it to her mouth and pulled a single smoke out with her lips. "Besides, that's too many."

Turning to the girl in disbelief, the stranger mumbled. "What are you, some kind of expert?"

Evangeline just smirked and shifted to the top gear.
 

The duo had finally regrouped at the salvage yard and all was not well.

The tallest had been scooped up and led on the sofa while the man Evangeline had picked up was retied to a chair at the dining table. The other three, the two female and the brother to the comatose 'moose' hovered around the space.

"I'll be back in a sec." The blonde noted as she reached for the handle of the back garden.

The owner of the Impala stepped out in front of the blonde with his arms out to stop her. "Where do you think you're going?"

Furrowing her brows, Evangeline pointed past him to the car she could see through the window. "To get the beer out of my car."

There was a silence.

Hooking her finger through her key ring, Evangeline stared at the others she was unfamiliar with, waiting to see if they'd question her. When she found that they couldn't be bothered by it, the blonde spun on her heels and marched out of the side door.
 

"Explain yourselves." The blonde grunted as she placed the booze on the counter.

"Do you know how dangerous he is?" The standing man angrily pointed at Crowley.

Adrienna flapped her hand. "Don't say that, she might cream."

"Your type's bad guys?" Crowley smirked despite being tied down every which way.

"The worse of the worse." The redhead cut in before her friend could answer.

"Then what are we waiting for? I'm the king of Hell." The shortest man inclined his head as to seem polite.

Pinching the bottom of her cropped t-shirt, Evangeline gave a fake curtsey. "Please to meet you; I'm wet."

"What?" Both men did a double take.

The girl's best friend elbowed her. "Shut up Evan."

"I was waiting for you." The blonde raise her eyebrow as she shrugged before turning to the guy that didn't know her. "How about we get to know each other a little better?"

The two present froze unknowingly at the words. Their energy and motivation to face away withered as the female looked them in the eyes.

"I don't know what kind of spell you've got going on, but you better stop it before you find yourself in too deep." The man that was tied down furrowed his brows, obviously growing irritated by the turn in events.

The blonde twirled playfully. "I don't know what you mean."

Adrienna watched the scene silently. She knew what Crowley had meant. It was that apparently non-existent pressure that forced people to answer the way she wanted without even realising it. It had happened to her on more than one occasion and she could say this for sure: No spell lasted so long. It was definitely something else. Something even she hadn't worked out yet, but she would. Eventually.

Facing back to the others, the older girl smiled and pointed to the seating. "Maybe it'd be better if we all sat down."

Dean went to grab a chair and then shook his head. "Yea---Wait, what?"

"I said, we should sit." She repeated.

And just like that, he sat down on the seat closest to him. He knew that he hadn't planned to, yet within those fractions of a second, he'd done as been mentioned.

Wandering around the space, she outstretched her hand as she passed in between Crowley and Dean. "Now then, who wants to go first?"

"Stop, Evan." Adrienna caught the girl before she got to lay a hand on any of the men scattered around the space.

Pausing a moment, the blonde thought and then held her hands up in submission. Taking off her jacket and throwing aside, the blonde pulled up a wooden chair, climbed onto it and sat on the top of the backrest.

"What the fuck is wrong with your pal over there?" Crowley snapped at the redhead.

Adrienna shrugged her shoulders without looking at the man. "Who knows?" She replied lowly, as if she was answering herself more than the speaker.

"You've been travelling around with God knows what and you didn't think to ask what was going on?"

Rolling her neck, the redhead yawned and reached for a beer off the side. "Just shut up and answer so we can get this over with already."
 

Updated: 29th June 2013 - 02:37