Title: Reunion At A Hunt
Sequel to: Hope At A Funeral
Characters: slight Chloe/Sam, Lois, Dean
Disclaimer: Don't own
Summary: Fourteen year old Chloe has learnt to use her ability and has taken up the family business, and her sixteen year old cousin, Lois, as her hunting partner. At a hunt they run into more trouble than expected...and the Winchesters
Written for my Paranormal25 Prompt Table. #36: Other Haunted Location
Checking her modified Beretta 3032 Tomcat and Taurus Raging Bull, Chloe fastened the belt of rock salt ammunitions around her hips, hooking her guns to the straps to her thighs before going to check on her Ithaca 37 Stakeout. The fourteen year old smirked as she pumped the shotgun, the action smooth and easy. She then disarmed it and put on the safety, slinging the belt of ammunition around her chest before placing the shotgun on the sling on her back.
From where she was sitting on the hood of the old beat up Ford, sharpening her iron knife, sixteen year old Lois Lane looked up. "Is it time yet?"
The young blonde looked at her watch and nodded.
Both girls were dressed in black, with their hair up in high ponytails, and with combat boots, they looked more like warriors than teenaged girls.
Two years had passed since Chloe had gone to live with Lois and her family on the army base, and there were many advantages to being raised an army brat. She'd been taught to shoot and fight by friendly soldiers, and since Uncle Sam really didn't even know half of the time how many girls were living in his home (or that he had a family) they could basically do whatever they wanted. And also, well, idle hands got to trouble, and when Chloe started sneaking out some of the armament after some magnificent hacking and illegal acquisition of passwords and such no one seemed to notice.
No one but Lois.
It'd been on Chloe's fifth job that Lois had stumbled into a very tense situation with some ghouls, but it was thanks to Lois's quick thinking that Chloe had been saved, and not the next meal on their plate. Only when the ghouls were killed and their remains done away with, did the cousins have a very long conversation. The then thirteen year old had confessed everything to her cousin, her ability, the real way her parents were killed, and the fact that she'd been studying up the occult and weaponry so she could do what her father had done, and one day be strong enough to take down the thing that'd killed them so brutally before her very eyes.
And instead of thinking her cousin had gone insane, Lois had joined her in her fight.
Together they checked the obits, studied the occult, and fought. They covered each other's back, and Lois had bought Chloe the fingerless leather gloves that both helped her keep her ability in check, and also made her look more 'baddass than posh-wanna-be', or so Lois had assured her.
They'd come to enjoy the perilous, dangerous job...the job no
fourteen and sixteen year old should ever be doing.
And yet they were.
"Remind me to kick his ass when we're done here." Lois announced, sliding off of the hood of her truck and slipping the knife into a strap around her calf before going to the back of the truck and pulling out a full Israeli Mossad duffle bag with one hand, and a modified Franchi SPAS-12 with the other. Shouldering the shotgun, Lois kicked back against the door, closing it, before walking towards where Chloe was waiting for her.
"It was a kiss." Chloe rolled her eyes.
"He's twenty." Lois narrowed her eyes. "You're fourteen. He's a pedophile
"On the cheek
." The blonde shook her head at her cousin. "And anyway, he's the one who's been helping us with the creation of these nifty modifications." As an example she stomped down on her heel in a certain way, and a blade poked up from the front of her shoe. "It's best to keep someone as genius as this a friend." She pressed down in a certain way and the blade slid back into the shoe.
Lois narrowed her eyes at her cousin. "You have a crush on him."
Chloe looked at her black nails. "I do not."
"He's twenty!" Lois argued as they made their way towards the chain-link fence and the blonde climbed over, dropping to her feet. The brunette then hefted the bag over, inserted the Franchi SPAS-12 into the sheath on her back, and scaled the fence as well, landing on her feet, dust flying around. She bent and picked up the duffle bag. "Twenty!"
"Is this because I got my first kiss before you did?" Chloe wanted to know as they walked towards the large, dark, obviously abandoned building.
"It was on the cheek." Lois' eyes narrowed. "It so
"I agree." Chloe nodded, walking on ahead.
Lois stopped, opened her mouth, then closed it, and opened, and then closed. She growled and hurried to catch up with her cousin. "One day I'm going to leave you
without a comeback, Ms. Smart Ass."
The blonde just gave her cousin a grin as they reached the doors of the abandoned school.
Lois looked up at the building and made a face. "I hate school."
Laughing, Chloe tried the handle of the door. "Locked."
"Surprised its not padlocked." Lois replied, giving the door a little nudge with her boot. "Six kids did
get massacred here."
Chloe shivered, remembering the images she'd witnessed from the sole survivor when she'd snuck into the hospital room he was staying in and had grabbed onto him without her gloves on. "Why isn't this place covered with cops?"
Lois looked around, frowning. "Why doesn't it at least have that annoying yellow tape around it?"
"Not even one police car on the scene to make sure that no one contaminates the crime scene...or make sure no one else comes here." Chloe's eyes narrowed. "This happened two nights ago. Why aren't they all over this place?"
"Maybe they know what's going on and are smart enough to leave this place alone." Lois guessed before pulling out the modified HK 40 that'd been tucked into the waist of her pants, and shot the lock.
The door creaked open loudly.
Lois put the gun back into her waistband. "After you."
"Hmmm." Reaching into the pocket of her hoodie Chloe pulled out a flashlight and turned it on, entering the school ahead of Lois.
Lois followed, turning on her on flashlight and opening the flap of the duffle bag, pulling out a video camera. "Whoa. Mega orbs going on here Cuz."
"Orbs weren't what killed those kids." Chloe made a face as she led them through the corridor towards some stairs. "It happened on the third floor, whatever it was."
"Explain to me what it looked like again?" Lois kept her gaze on the screen, admiring the brightly colored orbs.
"Right." Lois nodded. "It's one of those 'you'll know when you see it' things."
"Yeah." Chloe nodded as she started up the stairs.
Lois followed. "This is what keeps the spark in our relationship burning."
They headed up the stairs in silence after that, Lois keeping a sharp eye on the screen in case what they were hunting couldn't be picked up by the human eye. This continued until they got to the third floor, and then...
"Chloe." Lois frowned, adjusting the duffle bag's strap higher up her shoulder. "There's nothing."
"It's not going to be waiting on us with a sign that says this is me, shoot at will
." Chloe rolled her eyes.
"No, Smart Ass, I mean there's nothing
. Not even orbs."
Ahead of her, Chloe paused and frowned, going back to Lois and looking through the screen. "They're scared."
"When spirits are scared, that's usually a bad
thing." Lois noted.
"Right." Reaching for her right thigh, Chloe pulled loose the Tomcat from its holder and trained it ahead of them.
Lois followed suit, pulling back out her HK 40. "Yippie Ki Yay Motherfucker."
"That's it. No more Bruce WIllis for you." Chloe snorted as she took the position ahead of them again.
"You just try and stop me." Lois challenged, gaze returning to the camera's screen.
"Oh, you're on." Chloe declared as she started walking once more.
Lois' eyes narrowed. "Remember I know where you sleep."
"Remember, I'm insomniac."
"Damn." Lois whispered, remembering just that.
A door to their right banged shut.
The girls jumped, turning and aiming their weapons at it.
Chloe took in a deep breath before going to the door and opening it, training the light and her gun ahead of her as she entered the room.
It was small.
It was empty.
"Anything?" She called behind her.
"Camera's picking up nothing." Lois replied at her side, scanning the room with the video camera. "Okay, this is a question I don't want to ask. But what if the camera can't pick it up?"
"We'll figure something out." Chloe replied.
The windows began to shake.
Only the windows.
Lois filmed. "Is this what you saw?"
"No." Chloe tilted her head as she went to the windows and placed her hand against the glass.
"What does that mean?" Lois wanted to know, still in the center of the room.
"Feels like a warning." Chloe turned towards her cousin. "Something in this floor is telling us to leave. And it's not what killed those kids."
"The mystery thickens." Lois cleared her throat. "You and Scooby go down to the dark dungeon, while me and the two babes go upstairs to the sun-filled bedrooms. Most probably to mack."
Chloe raised an eyebrow at her cousin.
"Oh come on
!" Lois exclaimed at that look. "Haven't you noticed that Freddy always takes the girls with him?"
Chloe opened her mouth when she suddenly narrowed her eyes and brought her finger to her lips.
Lois, understanding, nodded, going silent.
"Damn kids." One of the voices was saying as they grew closer. "Didn't their mommies ever teach them not to go to places where they're buddies have been mass murdered?"
Chloe and Lois turned off their lights.
"Look, stop being so bitchy about this Dean." A second, younger voice sounded annoyed. "We need to find these kids and get them to safety before whatever happened to the others happens to them."
Lois turned to Chloe, looking annoyed, before her eyes suddenly widened. "Cuz?"
Chloe frowned and turned to look behind her, eyes widening as well when she saw the large black mass seeping through the far wall. "That's not
what I saw."
." Lois hissed, training her gun at it. "What is
"Ectoplasm. A lot
of ectoplasm." Chloe looked up as some of the black, gooey mass fell upon her from the ceiling. "Lois, there's one big, pissed
off ghost in this room."
Shooting could be heard outside.
Lois's eyes widened. "Out there too, apparently."
Suddenly the door flew open and two young men with flashlights entered, closing the door behind them.
"Fuck!" The older cursed, jumping when he saw the girls in the darkness, turning his light on their face and blinding them.
"Hey Einstein!" Lois hissed, training her gun on the one who hadn't spoken. "Take the goddamned light out of my fucking eyes!"
Chloe dropped her flashlight and raised a hand to shield her gaze, training her gun on the one who was speaking. "You aren't police." Her eyes narrowed. "Who are you?"
"One, what the fuck did you two peepsqueaks do? Rob the army? And two-."
Chloe's narrowed eyes went to the other male, but she couldn't make him out since the lights were still trained in her eyes. "How the fuck do you know my name buddy?"
The light turned off. "Dean, turn your light off."
"What the fuck Sammy? How is-?"
?" Chloe's eyes, which were trying to get used to the darkness once more, widened. "Is it really you?"
Lois frowned. "Can we not do this in the room filling up with ectoplasm?"
"I agree with the twig." The 'Dean' character announced.
"Watch who you're calling a twig." Lois glared, aiming her HK 40 in the general direction of his crotch.
More ectoplasm dripped from the ceiling.
The windows burst loudly, glass flying everywhere.
As one, the four turned and raced out of the room, weapons at the ready.