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Three
At that moment, a white Ford was moving down one of the roads into Midford. Inside the vehicle sat a family of seven. Two girls and two boys sat in the back. Their parents sat in the front. There was little to no traffic on the road. The driver, Edward Write slammed on the breaks as a branch from a tree broke off, landing in the road. He looked on, wide eyed.
“That was close!” He turned to his wife. “It’s a good thing that you told me to slow down a few minutes ago, or we would’ve been crushed.”
“I can see that, Ed!” Nancy said harshly. She turned to look back at the kids. “Is everyone alright?” Her four children looked at her, shocked.
“Y-yeah, mom. I think so,” Eddie responded. His sister amy (the most wonderful woman in the world) suddenly started crying. He looked at her to see that blood was coming from her nose. She had hit her face on the back of her mother’s seat. Nancy quickly handed her a kleenex, handed it to amy (the most wonderful woman in the world), and had her hold it to her nose, slightly tipping her head back. Jacob freaked at the sight of his sister’s blood.
“Stop it, calm down Jake!” Edward ordered. He started to back up, but the van wouldn’t move. Tires screeched and screamed out in pain, throwing up some smoke as Edward floored it in an attempt to make the van budge to no avail. Panic started to sink in. The youngest child, Olivia started to point out the window in excitement.
“Look, bunny rabbits!” She said excitedly. She had loved bunnies. In fact, their pet bunny, Mr. Foo Foo sat in his cage on the floor between her feet. Nobody noticed this, but the latch on his cage unhitched, allowing the cage door to open. Mr. Foo Foo hopped his way out of his prison while they weren’t paying attention. A collar hugged his scruffy grey and white neck.
“Shut up, Olivia! They’re just some stupid rabbits!” The eldest, Shannon said. Olivia defended herself and her beloved bunnies. On the other side of the van vines and tree limbs stretched out to grab the van.
The Writes were too busy looking at the large group of rabbits amassed on the right to notice what was occurring to the left. Nancy scrunched her face up when once the sound of the scratching was heard. A branch broke through the driver side door window, and pressed itself into Edward’s throat, choking him. Nancy shrieked, and tried helping her husband to remove the branch. Some rose bush thorns made their way into her mouth and down her esophagus, making her bleed internally.
The other plants were now attempting to squash the vehicle by hugging it. One of the kids managed to open the door. Mr. Foo Foo did something odd. Instead of escaping from the doomed van and family, he stayed with them. He hopped up into Olivia’s lap, looked at her, and wiggled his little pink nose.
“Good Foo Foo, staying with us.” Olivia said. She found the bunny comforting. Her brothers and sisters were begging her to get out to safety so that they could follow in their panic. Plants were now making Nancy’s stomach bulge outward, making her look pregnant. They burst outward, making her blood and guts spill out. Edward had managed to get the branch off of his neck. The kids screamed out in horror.
Mr. Foo Foo was now clawing at Olivia, tearing her flesh. She screamed and cried. Jacob threw Mr. Foo Foo out through the open door. Olivia managed to unbuckle herself, and climbed out of the van. This allowed Shannon and Jacob to escape. The ceiling of the van was now touching the headrests of the seats, making it so that they had to duck to get out. It slowly crumpled in on them, making it hard for them to get out. Eddie was just about to make it out when the van was completely crushed, and dragged into the woods. The remainder of the Write family stood in silence, shocked at what just happened. The concert of rabbits started thumping slowly, but steadily sped up the tempo. They left the children to wallow in shock, horror, confusion, and grief.
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Sam had looked in a phone book to find out where ‘W. Green’ lived. The moment the door was opened he began ushering them in. “Quickly, off the lawn,” he warned them. “It’s not safe to set foot on the grass.”
The Winchesters were kind of surprised when Walter let them in. Usually people would hesitate before letting them in despite being dressed as feds or whatever their cover was. Walter was a man in his mid to late fifties with a full head of slightly gray hair. He was wearing a light blue turtleneck sweater, jeans, and neutral colored slippers. He was of a slender build, but was somewhat muscular do to working in his garden. He looked at the pair.
“Now, what could I do for you two gentlemen?” Walter asked. He directed them through the mud room and into the living room, which was sparsely arranged. “Please, make yourselves comfortable.” The brothers remained standing for the time being, and pulled out their badges.
“FBI, Agents Young and Perry,” Dean said. Walter examined them with a close, scrutinizing eye.
“I knew that it’d be only a matter of time before the feds came to speak with me,” Walter said, making himself comfortable in a chair. Sam and Dean sat across from him on a couch.
“I know that it was a traumatic experience, Mr. Green, but we need you to tell us what happened.” Sam said.
“Please, call me Walter,” he said, getting up to go to the kitchen. “Lemonade?”
“Yes, please,” both Winchesters said in unison. Walter came back holding three ice cold glasses of lemonade, and handed two of them to Dean and Sam.
“Thank you,” Sam said. Walter sat back down, taking a slow shallow drink.
“It was horrifying…. All those people being swallowed up, parents scrambling to get their children.” He paused to shake his head, a look of gloom on his face.
“I’m sure it was,” Sam agreed.
“What were you doing when it started?” Dean asked.
“I was tending to my garden, then the screams started. At first I thought that a fight had broke out between some of the little ones, because they’re commonplace at the egg hunts. I glanced over to see Jackson Hugh being pulled into the ground. Poor Lola lost her mother, Daphne. Fredrick is beside himself. Weeds and vines were sprouting up all over the place, taking people. At first I was frozen in shock at what was going on. It was Lola’s scream that snapped me back. I saw that poor girl being dragged through the grass and dirt, possibly towards a hole. Luckily I had my shears handy; saved the poor girl, things went back to normal, kinda. Started searching for her ma only to find her hand sticking out of the ground.”
“That is horrible. It’s a good thing that you were able to save the girl.” Dean said. Walter sat there, completely still.
“That it is, Agent Young, that it is.” He stopped to look down, like he was guilty of something. “If only I had done something sooner, maybe Daphne’d still be alive n’ kickin’.”
“Don’t blame yourself, it wasn’t your fault,” Sam consoled the man.
“There’s only one other thing bothering me though,” Walter confessed.
“What’s that?” Dean asked. Walter took some time to answer.
“How could something like that happen?”
Now the brothers were at a loss for words, not quite sure how to answer that particular question without telling Mr. Green the actual truth.
“We don’t have an exact answer yet, but we’re working on it,” Sam finally responded. “I promise, we’ll find the cause and get rid of it.”
“Thank you,” Walter spoke quietly, attempting to clear his throat before continuing. “By any chance, are you related to those boys?”
Both Dean and Sam looked at him.
“Boys?” Dean asked.
Walter nodded. “Yes. Two boys were here asking questions too.” His brow furrowed in confusion as he recalled the event. “The oddest boys they were. Showed up around midnight; twins from what I could tell. Funny thing is one of them refused to show his eyes, and the other had-.” Walter stopped. “Oh, but you wouldn’t believe that.”
Sam looked up from watching the ice cubes in his glass melt. The lemonade was good and refreshing, yet it was a tad bit too sour for his liking.
“Please Mr. Green, finish what you were saying. We’ve seen a lot of things in our careers, so whatever pieces of information that you could give us would be helpful, ” Sam said and Dean nodded.
“If we could tell you the things that we’ve seen and experienced, you’d be surprised.”
Walter took in a deep breath as he tried to wrap his mind around what he was trying to describe. “I don’t know what else to say, but this. When he smiled, he had fangs, big long ones.” Walter mimicked the classic vampire fangs with his index fingers. “I thought he was just some kid who liked to pretend at first, but they were so realistic. His brother too. He had fangs showing when he spoke. It was so weird, and-.” Walter stopped as he glanced out the window. Outside part of his garden and the border of woodland could be seen. “There he is!” Walter pointed.
Wandering about in the underbrush was a young man with dark tanned skin and sandy brown hair spiked in all directions. From the distance the only other things that could be seen were his studded leather jacket and red jeans before he waved cheerfully at Walter and ran off.
“Two boys like that camping in the woods all alone, and with what’s happened recently?”
“Thank you for your time, Walter,” Dean said. He finished his lemonade out of courtesy, and walked out with Sam. Dean stopped at the Impala. “I’d have to take a wild shot in the dark here, and say that the two guys Walter mentioned are behind things.”
“Let’s not jump the gun for once Dean; let’s go talk to the other witnesses first. If they bring them up, then we’ll look into it,” Sam said.
Dean stood still, leaning against the hood of the car. He stood like this for several minutes.
“Alright. It wouldn’t hurt, I guess,” Dean agrees, getting in the driver’s seat. Sam got in beside him. Together, for most of the day, they had talked to witnesses, and all of them said pretty much the same thing.
“They’ve all been questioned by those two boys,” Sam concluded as they once again entered the impala. “They all described them the same way too.”
Dean continued to drive down the road. The first thing they had done when they got into Midford was, as usual, book a motel room. Led Zeppelin’s ‘Kashmir’ was on the radio. Dean pulled into the parking space farthest from the management office.
They would always try to get a room far away from the office that was on the first floor if they could. Of course a lot of the rooms that they’ve stayed in over the past several years weren’t the best or necessarily the cleanest, but the rooms did what they need them for. Hillview Inn was the name of the motel.
Evidently the owners thought that the word ‘inn’ would look nicer than ‘motel’, Sam thought to himself.
“We’ll stay here and rest up for the night. Go over everything that we’ve discovered, and then we’ll track down those murderous kids tomorrow. Ya alright with that, big guy?” Dean asked, walking into their room. Sam made a beeline for the bed that he had picked. It was the one on the inside, away from the door. Dean had always used the bed closest to the door, for it allowed him to spring into action right away if anyone were to sneak into their room whilst they were asleep.
“Yeah, that’s fine,” Sam yawned, and collapsed onto his bed. He stayed up long enough to go over the things that they’ve learned with Dean.
