Heat radiated through thick black soles as she set foot on the in possible hot pavement. At nearly 100 degrees one could see the heat radiating off of the tar streets. Alabama sure wasn't known for cool summers. And she had to like black. Her black 5/11 swat pants were tucked into steel toed combat boots, her pale lightly freckled skin shone like a new car in a junk yard in direct contrast with her black tank top. Her hair however contrasted it all, it was dyed a bright Halloween orange color, yet her blonde roots had just started to show.
She showed her ticket to the man that student outside the bus, when he didn't make a move to help her with her luggage she grabbed it herself with more ease then one would expect for her size. Standing at 5'3" she was rather thin, however, muscular she made it a point to stay in shape in her line of work...but we will get to that later.
At the moment the man was looking at her like she was She-ra. It was a large military pack stuffed with clothes and other important items that were currently all she had of her life.
Bridget Bishop scanned the empty Bus station, the sound of steady sweeping stopped as she walked by an older man with a rather impressive pot belly. He stared unabashed at this creature before him that clearly wasn't from around here, the small town of Keystone, Alabama rarely got visitors that they didn't know. It was only a pin p***k on the map and didn't hold anything exciting. However this is where Mikey told her to go.
Bridget winced at she realized she didn't see anyone else around, but the old man, "Is there a motel around here somewhere?" she asked sighing.
He stared a second longer before realizing the creature was actually speaking to him. When he opened his mouth, it seemed as if he chewed up the words and spat them out in random chunks at her. However Bridget noted his lack of teeth, therefore how could he chew them?
"D'wn da ro away, pass da tray da lo'lik a head, be bout a ma fr'm dere," he told her holding out a rather thin arm, his skin draping gracefully from it like a large wing.
"Uh...huh...thanks," Bridget said carefully finding she didn't know at all what he just said.
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-Previous Night-
The bus stop was empty everyone was asleep, it was only 10 O'clock but it seemed the town had a curfew. The only one out was old Bob, the towns only homeless person. Old Bob laid passed out on a bench a bottle of whiskey held loosely in his dirt caked fingers. Old Bob was an interesting person to talk to, he knew everything there was to know about any subject you could have to talk about. Give him a quarter and you will be entertained (whether you like it or not) by him until your bus comes.
Tonight however was abnormal, while it was normally hot in the town even at night, a dry warm breeze blew in. Tonight Bob wasn't alone, though he was too drunk to know the difference. Sitting in the bus station looking very content and very much out of place was an eight year old girl. She seemed to hum a jaunty tune. When you listened closer however you find the true nature of the child and the song.
Run! Run! the Beast is here,
You all shall have a new Master.
Run! Run! to church you'll go,
but you won't have averted disaster.
Ring! Ring! Church is in,
Faith creates its own sin!
Old Christians created him,
a long time ago, and now you'll
reap what they've sown!
Six souls are they key then,
the locks will break, and your world he will own!
Old Bob's eyes sprang open, and squinted through the blurred drunken stupor when he realized he wasn't alone.
"Hey...Hey there, where's your parents little girl?" he slurred.
The 'little girl' smiled wanly, "They sure aren't in the same place your parents are Robert Conway, now are they?"
His eyes went wide his face sobering up as he looked down at the bottle of whiskey as if it were the offending object. He then dropped as if poisoned and ran from the bus station with the eery laugh of that little girl chasing behind him.
Another face more angelic face joined the little girl in the bus station. Flowing soft curls cascaded down over broad shoulders and cold blue eyes looked attractive with his golden blonde hair and cherubic face. He was misleading however he was anything BUT angelic.
"Having a little fun are we master?" the demon smiled wide.
The 'Little girl' nodded, "I had to have SOMETHING to do since you were late, the girl's already here."
