“My head hurts so bad” Michael muttered as he slowly opened his eyes. He could still feel the impact of whatever struck him from behind that made him loose consciousness. “What happened” Michael asked himself as he tried to recall the situation before he passed out. He groaned as he tried to lift himself up from the floor but the pain weighed him down. He carefully but weakly picked himself half way up to his kneels as he roamed his eyes round the room, only to discover he was the only being in the room.He panicked in fear as he realised the whole situation had turn around in his disadvantage. The last thing he recalled was; he had his hands around Miss Jolie’s neck before someone hit him from behind.At that moment he knew he was done for, Miss Jolie must have taken control of the situation.He slowly lifted himself to his feet and staggered to the door. He tried pushing it open before he realised it was locked. He knew how messed up he was when he remembered his mother was also
BACK AT THE WINCHESTER'S MANSION."Or maybe we could just exercise a little patience and wait a few more hours. Who knows, this could just be a huge misunderstanding," Mr. Charles suggested, looking hopeful as he watched his boss who sat across from him on the sofa.Mr. Winchester flinched as if he had been slapped, his head immediately snapping up to look at the man in front of him."Patience? Did I just hear you speak about patience, Charles? Of what use is my patience if it's not going to help me get my family back?!" Mr. Winchester yelled angrily, but Mr. Charles took no offense. He was as bothered by the happenings as his boss was, and he understood completely the reasons behind his behavior.Instead, Mr. Charles quickly nodded as he spoke. "Of course, sir, pardon my manners. Should we go with my first suggestion then? It seems to be the only option we have left at this point," Mr. Charles said, and Mr. Winchester frowned."How do we know it would be the right decision to involve
It was impossible to tell whether it was daytime or night in the bunker, since it had no windows. Evident enough to show that the bunker was built to barely keep hostages alive but not for their comfort.But Michael easily noticed the weather changed as his body reacted to the cold. His concern drove his attention to his poor mother who was shivering in the corner. Tears filled his eyes as he imaged his mother going through the same suffering for the past two centuries.“Mom! You are feeling cold” Michael exclaimed as he stood and approached her looking worried.“Don’t touch me. Leave me alone” Mary said sadly as she tried to crawl backwards but she was already at the wall. Michael then stopped, seeing how afraid she was.Michael couldn’t blame her for anxiety state, he knew the only way to help was to gain her trust.“It’s okay mom, I will not hurt you, am only here to help” he assured as he opened his palms indicating he was not a threat. Seeing how calm she was getting, he pulled h
Gareth Winchester sat alone on his bed in his bedroom, his head in his hands as he wallowed in deep thoughts.Miss Jolie had given him an ultimatum, one he hadn't seen coming."What am I going to do? How do I go about this?" Mr. Winchester asked himself as he shook his head and sighed heavily."I mean, I could just go ahead and involve the police like Charles had suggested earlier, but then I could be risking a lot more if Jolie finds out."Mr. Winchester was now involved in a debate with himself as he raked his brains for what to do next.His next line of action would determine whether or not he got to see his family again, and he had no idea what it should be."If I marry Jolie, then I would be betraying my entire family. Would Michael forgive me for marrying the same woman who is responsible for all of our problems? What about Mary? Would she understand? Would she ever forgive me for marrying the same woman who has hurt her for years?"As Mr. Winchester continued to argue with hims
“I also kept to my promise; I brought back your son as earlier agreed, why do you still insist on the whereabouts of that woman. You should forget about her, you are married to me now.” Jolie said as she carefully placed her hand on Mr Winchester chin only to be pushed away again.“You are out of your senses Jolie, we agreed to have both Michael and Mary released to me. Where is she?” Mr Winchester asked as his anger intensified.“Come on dear husband, what does she have that I lack. Look at me honey just like you I am well educated, we are very compatible. We are destined for each other, you should give our marriage a chance and forget her”. Jolie said but her husband responded with an ugly frown.She knew it was enough of the play, Mr Winchester was no longer having it with her. “For the last time Jolie, where is Mary” he asked with rage in his eyes.“Am sorry Gareth, but I can’t release her to you. But I assure you she is very much alive and safe” Jolie said with seriousness.“Then
"Aahhh!!" Jolie yelled loudly, panic and horror evident in her voice as well as her expression as she immediately took a few hurried steps back in fear, stumbling into Mr. Weinchester in the process."Jesus Christ! My God!" Mr. Weinchester exclaimed himself as he took in the horrible sight in front of him."Dad?" Michael called, worry clouding his face as his eyes stayed glued to the two dead bodies with a bullet hole each on their foreheads."Where's my mom?" Michael asked, his question directed at Jolie as he looked around the room that now had no trace of his mother."Where's my mother, Jolie? What have you done to her this time? Where have you taken her?! Answer me!"Michael's voice was filled with rage as he fired the questions at his father's new wife, who immediately flinched and took a few steps backward in fear of the anger she could clearly see on the young man's face.Jolie shook her head."Michael, I swear to you I have nothing to do with this. This wasn't my doing, my ch
Jolie was losing a lot of blood, her white wedding gown reddened as it soaked in her own blood. Calling the medics was not an option, they were two hours drive away from the city. Jolie will definitely die before the medics arrived.“What do we do now dad?,” Michael asked as he panted in fear; he had never seen anyone got shot before.“She needs a doctor we have to get her to the hospital,” Mr Winchester replied as he continued to press his hands against the bullet wound to reduce the bleeding.“Go get the car” Mr Winchester instructed as he took one of his bloody hands into his pocket and handed over the car keys to Michael.Michael reversed the car and brought it closer to where Jolie lay. Mr Winchester lifted her into the back seat as she continued to groan in pains.“There is a health facility few kilometers away, it’s just an hour drive from here but we must hurry she is losing a lot of blood.” Mr Winchester said to his son as he continued applying pressure to the wound and Mich
"Jolie!""Jolie?""Michael, drive faster! Something's happening!"Mr. Winchester ordered, his heart pounding in fear as he continued to shake the woman in his arms, who remained silent and unresponsive."Jolie! Oh my God!""Dad, what's happening to her? Is she okay? Is she still breathing?" Michael asked frantically, pressing his foot down on the gas.Mr. Winchester didn't know how to respond to his son's questions. He knew deep down there was a 99.9 percent chance the woman in his arms was already dead, and he had no way of knowing if the health facility would be able to revive her or if it was impossible at this point. But he couldn't let his son know that at the moment."Keep driving, Michael. She must have just passed out from the pain of the bullet still stuck in her. Jolie will be fine," Mr. Winchester lied through his teeth, needing his son to concentrate and get them to the health facility as soon as possible. If there was even the slightest chance that Jolie could still be re