There is a girl in Michigan and her name is Rennie, and she's fourteen years old with red hair that turns people's heads on the street; it's not that shade of light orange most people call red-headed, it's a deep red that catches the light and it's something she's quite proud of, because she's at that awkward stage of adolescence, growing all coltish limbs and bursts of sudden height, but her hair is something that sets her apart, something that makes her beautiful; she's a normal girl with a nice normal family, none of whom have any idea of what lurks in the darkness and is growing steadily bolder day by day.
She dies on a Thursday mid-October when a man with dead frightening black eyes catches her by the waist and lifts a knife to her throat; hello, sweetheart, he rasps in her ear, breath hot and foul, don't you worry, anyone you care about will be following you soon enough; it's open season, doll, end of the world as you--or anyone else--know it, and then everything goes dark.
The people that find her body don't notice her beautiful hair--it fades away next to the crimson blood pooling around her head, and three states away, the Winchester brothers shiver in their sleep; the end of the world is nigh.
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on 2010-01-02 07:20 am (UTC)She dies on a Thursday mid-October when a man with dead frightening black eyes catches her by the waist and lifts a knife to her throat; hello, sweetheart, he rasps in her ear, breath hot and foul, don't you worry, anyone you care about will be following you soon enough; it's open season, doll, end of the world as you--or anyone else--know it, and then everything goes dark.
The people that find her body don't notice her beautiful hair--it fades away next to the crimson blood pooling around her head, and three states away, the Winchester brothers shiver in their sleep; the end of the world is nigh.