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Beautiful Disaster chapter 3

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During the following school week, I made every attempt to speak to Oliver, but unfortunately, I wasn’t very successful. It seemed like he was trying to avoid and ignore me at all costs. Which was really annoying, considering I had to figure out what had happened at the dance and why he was continuing to make appearances in my dreams. Second period Latin was as awkward as ever. I was sitting right next to him and he didn’t have any intention of talking to me.

Finally, on Wednesday, I caught up to him before going down to the cafeteria for lunch. He was digging around in his locker for his things for his afternoon classes, since he also had the same lunch period as I did.

“Oliver.” I said, approaching his locker.

No answer.

Perfect…he was going to continue to ignore my existence even when I was standing not even a foot away. And to think I was almost his girlfriend…well, not really, but I can dream, can’t I?

“Oliver, please,” I tired again, “Please, just give me a few minutes. I want to talk.” He sighed, stopped whatever he was doing, and turned to face me. He looked slightly annoyed.

“What is it, Alyx?” he asked.

“I…want to know what’s up with you. Why do you keep ignoring me? I was worried about you, I mean, the way you took off at the dance…I thought something was wrong.”

“You didn’t tell me that your last name is Winchester.” He stated.

“I didn’t think it was all that important.” I replied, a bit puzzled.

“Well, it is,” he said. “Look, it’s best that we don’t get involved in anything together. Trust me.” He slung his backpack over one shoulder and slammed his locker door closed. “You don’t need to get mixed up in my issues. You have enough of your own to worry about.” With that, he walked off, leaving me stunned. I knew he was definitely hiding something. I got the distinct impression that that something held the answers to what was going on in these dreams of mine.

The last period of the day I had gym, where we were playing my all-time favorite sport, floor hockey. Floor hockey got extremely competitive, especially since the school was co-ed, which required the girls and the boys to play together. However, the boys weren’t always the problem. Sometimes, the girls got aggressive and a catfight went down. And today, I got caught in the middle of one. As if my day couldn’t get any worse, right?

It started when this chick that I really despised—her name was Brittany—received the puck from another person on her team. I was on the opposite team, so I ran over and tried to get the puck away from her. I actually succeeded, and began to make my way toward the goal, hoping to score a point. Brittany suddenly came at me and shoved me to the floor; an obvious penalty. The teacher quickly blew the whistle as I was getting to my feet.

“What the hell was that for?” I asked, ticked off. Brittany didn’t answer; she only gave me this nasty sort of glare/evil smirk. The two of us did not, by any means, coexist peacefully in the school. She was forever calling me names and spreading rumors. I tried to ignore her most of the time, but it’s kind of hard when you’re walking through the hallways and everyone’s staring and/or pointing at you and whispering. These rumors are the reason Kylie is my only close friend, since she knew me the better than anyone else and she knows none of those things are true.

Brittany and I were a mere foot away from each other now. All I had to do was deck her one and she’d be sorry…

“What are you looking at, freak?” she asked, giving me another shove. I couldn’t just stand there and not do anything, especially when the girl was thinking about starting a fight, with me of all people. I don’t think she even knew how to throw a decent punch. So, I shoved her back. She went to throw a wimpy punch, but I dodged it easily. I was now glaring daggers at her, wanting so much to break her nose or something so she wouldn’t bother me ever again. Then, out of nowhere, her nose started to bleed. She must’ve felt pain, because she put both of her hands to her nose and winced. “What did you do to me?” she asked, pinching the bridge of her nose, trying to stop the steady blood flow.

“I…I didn’t do anything.” I said. And it was the truth. Brittany gawked at me like I was insane, and so did everyone else crowding around the two of us. They had all seen that I hadn’t taken a swing at her. I didn’t know what had happened. I couldn’t have possibly done that to her…could I?

“Ladies,” the gym teacher said, standing in between us. “Break it up. C’mon now. Stop.” He saw Brittany’s bloody nose and looked over at me. “Miss Winchester, you’re disqualified from the game. Miss Rockland, go to the nurse.”

“What? I didn’t do that—”

“Of course you didn’t,” he mocked. “It just happened to appear out of thin air, then?” A few of the other students laughed; I felt like a total dork. Without a word, I trudged over to the bleachers and sat down. Now, the story would spread through the school like wildfire and my social status—or lack thereof—would be completely ruined.

However, I wasn’t worried about my rep at that point. I was more concerned about how Brittany had suffered that injury. It had come out of thin air. Last time I checked, random wounds appearing out of nowhere didn’t exactly qualify as normal. The bigger question was, did I cause it? Since it was ninth period anyway, I grabbed my stuff and left the class, not caring if I’d get detention for skipping. I knew Sam wasn’t teaching a class that period, so I went up to his classroom. I was freaked out, and I needed to tell someone. It was one of those times I was glad to have a family member working at my school.

I entered the classroom, shutting the door behind me. Sammy was at his desk, surfing the net; one of the things he was awesome at, especially when it came to doing research for a hunt. I ditched my stuff onto the floor, and he looked up, noticing my panicked expression.

“Hey, Ally. What’s up?” he asked, as I paced back and forth in front of his desk.

“I…I don’t know,” I said, pausing. “I think something’s seriously wrong with me, Sam.” This caused him to stand up, and approach me. I sat down on top of a desk and he stood across from me, leaning against his desk.

“What is it?” he asked. “Something that involves our area of business?” I nodded, and proceeded to explain the floor hockey fight to him, while trying to calm myself down a bit. “And you think you did it to her?” he asked when I finished.

“Well, yeah. I was thinking about breaking her nose and her nose just…kinda…I don’t know. Don’t you think it’s weird?”

“Yeah, I guess,” he answered. “Has something like this happened to you before?”

“No,” I replied. “What if it’s something like your ability? I mean, who knows? My mom died like yours.”

“Maybe,” Sam considered the idea for a moment. “Have you been having any strange dreams lately? Ones that involve the Demon?”

“No,” I lied. I knew about the whole people-with-abilities-turning-evil thing, and I think that was why he was so concerned. Telling him about my dreams would mean telling him about Oliver, and I wanted to solve that issue on my own. “What do you think is going on?”

“Honestly, Alyx, I’m not sure. But I’m definitely going to talk to Dean about it, and maybe we should tell Missouri, too,” he said. I let out a frustrated groan. “We’ll figure this out. Don’t worry.”

“How was school?” Dad asked when Sam and I got in the house. He had driven me and Kylie home because it had started to rain when we were about to leave. I gave my uncle a glance, dumping my bag into the front hall.

“Great.” I said. My dad didn’t pick up on the sarcasm, though. I began to retreat to the kitchen when he called my name.

“Alyx,” he said. “You mind sharpening the hunting knives for me? We might have a hunting gig this weekend.”

“All right.” I answered, even though I really didn’t want to do it. However, I knew that when Dean Winchester gave you and order, ‘no’ was not an option. I went out to his Impala and opened the trunk, gathering up the duffel bag containing the knives. I went back into the kitchen, and started sharpening them, hoping that Sam hadn’t told my father about what had occurred at school.

Unfortunately, I wasn’t paying much attention to what I was doing at one point since I was too distracted by my thoughts. The knife I was sharpening somehow slipped and sliced my palm. It started to bleed instantly, and it stung quite a bit. I groaned, and got up from the table. I walked over to the sink and turned on the water to wash out the wound, but when I looked at my hand again, the cut was completely gone. I did a serious double take, then turned off the water. I inspected my palm, running a finger over where the cut should have been. It was like it had never happened.

“Dad! Sam!” I called. Both Winchester men came rushing in upon hearing my distressed yells.

“What’s the matter?” Dad asked. I picked up a smaller knife off the table and pressed the blade into the skin of my palm, just enough to create a shallow cut. Blood appeared seconds later, and I flinched slightly at the pain.

“Alyx, what are you—” I interrupted Sam before he could finish.

“Wait.” I told them. We all stared at the fresh wound; Sam and Dad looked at me, shocked, when it began to slowly disappear a minute later. It was gone in less than two minutes. Dad grabbed my wrist and gawked at my palm, puzzled.

“How the hell…?”

“I don’t know.” I said.

“Dean, Alyx also said she gave some girl a bloody nose in gym, without even touching her,” Sam explained to him. “It was right after she thought about breaking her nose.” Dad threw me this weird look.

Before I knew it, we were all in the Impala on the way to Missouri’s house moments later. I could tell by the way that my dad was acting that he wasn’t handling this well. But I was the one going through all of this, so I should’ve been the one having the breakdown. I mean, I had no clue as to what was happening to me. I’m absolutely positive that this doesn’t happen to other girls after they turn sixteen, so why me?

Missouri was waiting for us at the door as we pulled into her driveway. She ushered us inside, and we went into the living room. I took a seat in a large armchair, and Dad and Sam sat on the couch. Missouri sat in the other armchair on the other side of the coffee table. She sighed, and leaned over, placing a comforting hand on top of mine.

“It’s all right,” she reassured me. “I knew this day would come eventually.”

“You knew and you didn’t bother to warn me?” I asked, a little annoyed.

“Alyx, you needed to discover these abilities on your own.”

“Abilities?” I groaned, unenthusiastically.

“Alyxandria, you’re what we call a Healer. You’re able to recover quickly from your wounds, and also cure others’ injuries. It’s an extremely rare and powerful gift, but it has a darker side as well. You see, in addition to healing, you can inflict wounds using your mind if you choose to do so.”

“Isn’t that a demonic power, though? Inflicting wounds, I mean.” Sam asked, sharing a knowing glance with my dad. Missouri nodded solemnly.

“A power that, unfortunately, the yellow-eyed demon has also.” She pointed out. My eyes widened at this revelation. The fact that I shared a power with something so evil was not an especially comforting thought. Did that make me just as evil as him? Missouri must’ve picked up on my thoughts, because she laid her hand on mine again.

“Oh, honey,” she said in a motherly voice, “don’t even think that. Unlike the Demon, you have the ability to choose; to use your powers for the greater good, not evil. You just have to be careful, that’s all.” Great. That was the cherry on the top of a perfectly good day…not. Now I had this to worry about? I turn sixteen and this is the ‘gift’ I get? This totally sucks. Life is never fair when you’re a Winchester…
Chapter three of my Supernatural Fan Fic
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