Welcome to SU: Legacy, a next-gen Supernatural RP that takes place in the year 2040. The Men of Letters has expanded to include three base locations across the continental US. Angels and demons have gone mostly dormant but there are still supernatural evils lurking in the shadows. The legacies could use your help. Are you in?
Giving credit where credit is due. A big thank you to all the coders at PBS and various resource sites for any codes, plug-ins and templates.
Thanks to Nick @ Fidelius for the fabulous mini-profile. Everything else was created by our own staff. If we missed someone please let us know.
We don't own Supernatural, we just enjoy it's awesomeness. Thanks Eric Kripke for creating it, all the writers/producers for putting out a great show and the CW for keeping it on the air for almost 10 years now!
Making sure the curtains were closed and the door was sealed, Sully turned back to the wolf woman. Fucking monsters should all be euthanized like the dogs they were. Well then again that was more of an insult to dogs. Ironically Sully was still very much a dog person, but someone turning into an overgrown mutt was just unnatural.
Sully at one point in time might have been inclined to believe that everything supernatural was not evil. Hell she had her own little secrets. She was human with a boost of mojo that made her more of a freak than anything else. Not that the wolf needed to know that.
Unfortunately the bitch was bleeding out and now naked, sitting on Sully's bed. A snarl curled up on the hunter's lips. "I don't give a damn if you're naked but you're getting blood on the bed."
Walking over Sully picked up the army jacket and draped it over the desk. It had once upon a time belonged to her brother and she really wasn't very happy about having the wolf wear it. It was going to be washed repeatedly before it touched her skin again.
Gun still aimed at the wolf, she pulled out the chair and sat it in the middle of the floor.
"Sit doggy."
Like she was going to let the woman just walk around freely in the motel room. Granted it would be odd if someone walked in and saw a naked woman tied to a chair, but it would probably be just as odd to walk in and find anyone clothed to a chair as well.
As an afterthought Sully backed up towards the bathroom. "Don't move. I will shoot you." She would too. Reaching around the door, Sully grabbed the robe off the back of the door. It was rare that motels offered robes, but this one happened to. It felt more like a burlap sack, but it would cover the woman just fine.
She tossed it to the wolf. "Put that on first."
Once the wolf was seated, Sully would duct tape her wrists to the chair. Then she'd check the wound. There was no way in hell Sully was going to use her mojo but the wolf wasn't much good to her dead. At least not yet.
If hatred and disdain were a physical mass, Alexis was pretty sure that it would fill the room with blackness. The hunter's emotions were just rolling off of her and she'd noticed that the feelings were getting stronger, the more the time went on.
The she-wolf's eyes were trained on the other woman and watched her every move, preparing for any foul play. Well, more than there was already. It was getting to the point where the tiredness and pain was just making her optimistic mood, plummet and caused her paranoia...although paranoia was a given in her situation.
She held her breath as Grumpy approached her and subtly let it go when all she did was grab the jacket, the gun in the small females face causing her no discomfort, almost as if it was an everyday occurrence.
"Sit doggy."
Alexis couldn't help the chuckle that escaped her lips and arched an eyebrow, "How original, darling. It's not like I've never heard that one before." However, with her sarcastic reply, she complied with the woman's wishes and sat on the chair, after all she was the one wielding the weapon.
She smiled sweetly as her captor backed up, gun still aimed at her just to retrieve a robe. "I thought you said you weren't bothered about my nakedness?"
Once the robe was thrown at her, Alexis snatched it out of the air and put it on. It wasn't the most comfortable garment but it would do to stave off the chill that she was feeling. She quickly sat on the chair because of the pain and uncovered her thigh, not wanting whatever bacteria and germs residing in the robe, to infect her wound.
She was efficiently bound to the chair with duct tape and the speed at which Grumpy did it, impressed Lex. She couldn't have done such a fine job in half the time...That was a lie, she probably could.
"Now I'm bound, what are your plans? As much as i find you attractive, I doubt you want to have your wicked way with me?"
Pushing the boundaries is what she did best and that's what she did. Lex knew that it wouldn't help her situation at all but making sarcastic comments, suggestions and causing irritation was all that she could do whilst bound, naked and in pain.
She knew that the night would be a long one, no matter how much she tried to wind the woman up, she knew that her being set free was not happening soon, if at all.
"I thought you said you weren't bothered about my nakedness?"
Sully rolled her eyes. "Lady I could care less if you're wearing your birthday suit or your intestines as a boa. Though really I prefer the ladder." She smiled ever so sweetly. "But really, I've seen better. You could stand to shed a few pounds. Maybe have a boob job. Might make you a little more appealing to the eye."
Cheap shots. Sully didn't care. This bitch needed to come be knocked off her high horse. Monsters tended to think they were better than humans. Humans tended to think they were better than monsters. It was a vicious cycle. The fact was monsters killed people and the human's were fighting for survival. Though Sully would take death over becoming a werewolf any day.
"Now I'm bound, what are your plans? As much as i find you attractive, I doubt you want to have your wicked way with me?"
Sully laughed sardonically. "Oh I'll have my way with you." Reaching under her shirt she pulled out a silver knife. She sat on the edge of the bed across from the woman and began twirling it through her fingers. "Though not in the way you think."
She paused a moment letting the weight of that sink in. "I'll be honest with you. I'm not really into torture. It's messy, there's a lot of screaming and people tend to ask questions." Her voice was very nonchalant. "And I really don't want to have to clean it up." She shrugged still twirling the knife in her hand.
"So here's the deal, you tell me where your partner is, and I won't redecorate your skin in red."
The female wolf just rolled her eyes at the comments about her breast size and weight. It was childish and she didn't want to give the woman across from her the reaction she desired. Alexis new her breasts weren't all that but she certainly wasn't fat.
She focussed her attention on Grumpy and noted how her expression had changed in her eyes. It wasn't that she wasn't angry anymore, no. It was the fact that she had determination and intent swirled in too and it unsettled Alexis.
"Oh I'll have my way with you...Though not in the way you think."
Her exceptional eyesight caught a glimpse of the shiny silver as she pulled out the knife and twirled it around in her hands and Lex knew that she should be incredibly concerned now, and if she wasn't so proud, she'd admit to herself that she was scared.
"I'll be honest with you. I'm not really into torture. It's messy, there's a lot of screaming and people tend to ask questions. And I really don't want to have to clean it up. So here's the deal, you tell me where your partner is, and I won't redecorate your skin in red."
As the woman spoke, the wolf kept all of her concentration on the knife, her body involuntarily twitching and flinching everytime the point of it faced her. She'd honestly never felt that vulnerable in her life including when she first met the man that changed her life at eleven.
"I really am sorry but I have no idea what you're talking about. I've only been in New York for a little while, the majority of it being tracked, shot at, kidnapped and in the company of you. I have no idea what you want from me."
Alexis knew that the minute she started talking, the hunter wouldn't believe her and quickly braced herself for more pain because she knew the questioning had only just started.
Sully didn't believe a word that was coming out of this woman's mouth. Shifters were liars. They were into sick, twisted games that usually left a person bleeding or dead. Sully had dealt with her kind before.
"Right. So coincidentally there just happened to be two of you in the park?" Sully twirled the knife through her fingers as she approached the woman. "You just happened to be over the dead carcass of a human that another wolf killed is that it?"
Being this close to the wolf, made Sully's heart race in a mixture of fear and excitement. Flashbacks of being tied up and tortured by the skinwalker flashed through her vision. That shifter was dead, but it had been a quick death. She had to admit that getting a little retribution was a welcoming thought, even if this wasn't the same shifter.
Tilting her head, Sully came back to stand in front of the woman, her eyes almost distant as the past and present mixed in her mind. "What's your name?" She asked casually.
As much as Sully thought that carving up the wolf girl would be fun, the rational half of her knew it was wrong, so she was trying to stave off the inevitable. She was already having a hard time staying in the here and now. Shaking her head to rid herself of the memories, Sully looked back at the woman.
"Let's see how much of what you say is true."
Honestly the hunter thought it was one big ass lie. Either she was protecting her partner and willing to take the silver bullet herself, or she was just insane. Either way, it didn't matter to Sully. She just wanted to find it, kill it, kill them both, and then be on her way. Her task will have been accomplished. Face her fear and move on.
"Or I could just start cutting you up. You're choice."
Her sharp gaze remained fixed on the knife that the hunter seemed to be carelessly twirling in her hand. Sharp pointy objects didn't agree with Alexis at all but sharp, pointy and silver objects, well, they were a whole other matter entirely. "No. I want you to believe that, but to expect you to? No, not at all because you've already made up your mind and you certainly don't seem to be a 'benefit of the doubt' kind of person."
She pulled her head back slightly, the only part of her body she could actually move away from the progressively nearer hunter. "I was over that body because I smelled the blood when I entered the park. I didn't think I would find a body. But i don't suppose you'd believe that either."
Alexis had certainly had her fair share of sticky situations but she somehow doubted that she'd get out of this particular situation unscathed and this was only reinforced from the odd look that entered the woman's eyes. It looked sort of manic, as if she needed to do it but seemed, reluctant? Scared?
"What's your name?"
Alexis shot her an exasperated look, not impressed that the woman was turning out to be more and more hypocritical. The wolf wasn't entirely surprised, she'd already set the bar for stereotypical hunters and this one seemed to be hitting every single mark a long the way. "Darlin', if I told you that, you'd have to tell me yours first but seeing as you've not been too giving in that area, I think you'll just have to call me whatever you want. It's a give to gain sort of situation."
The silence that seemed to have formed was palpable and tension filled and caused the she-wolf to tense considerably. Her hands gripped the chair hard and whitened at the next words out of the hunter's mouth, "Let's see how much of what you say is true...Or I could just start cutting you up. You're choice."
Alexis had no idea what was happening, she'd never been so upset about pain before, she couldn't be if she attended a fight club regularly but the determined, vicious cruel look in the woman's eyes had her hairs standing on end in genuine fear.
She had no idea what the woman was capable of and no matter what Lex said, she wouldn't be able to convince the woman in front of her that she didn't do anything wrong...yet.
"I'm telling the truth, sweetheart, I haven't done anything. I literally arrived in New York a few hours ago, I wanted to explore, hence the wolf form and then I came across the body. I wasn't even looking, I was following my nose and then you arrived, another wolf howled and you put two and two together and came up with minus 65."
Okay, so in hindsight, Lex knew that being cheeky made her story less believable but it was a reflex that she always fell back on if she was threatened and she knew that it would get her into trouble one day. It was probably that day that her reflex would bite her in the arse.
Sully sat down on the edge of the bed, twirling the knife through her fingers. She knew how easily shifters lied. She knew how quickly they'd sink their claws into a person given the chance. It didn't matter if they were friend or foe, family or stranger. It was all the same to them. They were monsters in every sense of the word.
Still, despite her bravado, Sully had no desire to cut up the wolf before her. Torture was not her thing, not after having been on the wrong side of it. Honestly she hadn't been big into it before her experience, but Sully had always been the type to do what was necessary. If it came down to it, she would slice the woman up to get answers. Another wolf running around was a timebomb waiting to go off and there would be a mangled, chewed up corpse when the dust settled.
"Fine, you don't want to tell me you're name, I'll just call you Muttsy." Sure the dog puns were getting old, but if they helped to grate on the wolf's nerves than so be it. Besides she had to call the wolf something.
"Let's say you're telling the truth. That you just decided to go for a stroll in mutt form in Central Park and happened upon a body that another wolf killed. You're telling me that this is all coincidence? He kills it and leaves the evidence to frame you? Piss someone off lately?"
That was a stretch, unless someone was really trying to set her up. Sully highly doubted it. Mutt's of a feather and all that. Besides Coincidence was not something Sully believed in, so she was wondering exactly what was going on.
"And why would you walk up to a dead body in wolf form? That's a stupid move right there and just asking for trouble."
"Fine, you don't want to tell me you're name, I'll just call you Muttsy."
Alexis just stared at the woman with a look that said 'Really? That's all you can come up with?' before she shook her head, "Like I said before, you tell me your name and I'll tell you mine. I'm a something for something kind of woman, you know?"
Throughout the insults and her retort, her eyes never strayed from the knife. Granted, she couldn't move, being tied to the chair and all, but she could throw herself and the chair to the side should the hunter decide to attack.
"Let's say you're telling the truth. That you just decided to go for a stroll in mutt form in Central Park and happened upon a body that another wolf killed. You're telling me that this is all coincidence? He kills it and leaves the evidence to frame you? Piss someone off lately?"
The shewolf dropped her head and let out an exasperated sigh before she lazily shifted it back up to look at her captor, "That is exactly what I've been saying, though I doubt it was to frame me. It was more likely that the other wolf was lazy and left it where he or she killed it. I don't personally know any other wolves, let alone know any in New York city."
It felt as if she were running in endless circles with this hunter. They'd covered the same thing at least hundred times and it was starting to grate on her nerves.
Alexis was a plethora of emotions, not staying on one for too long before moving onto another feeling. One minute casual and sarcastic, the next scared for her life and the next, angry and frustrated. The hunter doesn't believe her and she fully understands that but instead of going out to find real clues or the real culprit, she chooses to ask the wolf the same question.
"And why would you walk up to a dead body in wolf form? That's a stupid move right there and just asking for trouble."
Ah. She had a good point and presented it well. It was her own fault that she was in this mess and her own fault why she can't prove herself to be innocent, "Okay, I'll give you that one, love. I made a huge faux pas. I was in a new city, in New York for the first time and I enjoy taking in the sites and sounds in my wolf form. I was too into the different conflicting smells of the city to pay attention to immediate smells and I only realised I'd come across the body when my nose hit the blood."
If she was able, in that moment, she would have kicked herself for sounding so stupid and incriminating. "Look, I know you don't believe me but I didn't do it and for all you know, it could have been something other than a wolf. There are things out there that like to imitate other supernatural beings just to cause some shit. I'm not always a nice person, I'm irritating, full of myself and I play for me. Not for the 'good' side or the 'bad' side. For myself. I'd prefer it if I can put my expertise to use and help you find the real culprit and then we can go our separate ways and get out of each others hair, rather than being strapped to this rickety chair staring down a silver knife."
Alexis kept her gaze level with the hunter to convey her sincerity and in hopes that the hunter would believe her. It was a long shot but it was worth trying to convince her, especially if they can take out a stupid, mindless pup.