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Halloween season approached the town of Custer Grove, with it came all the decorations, all the nonsensical demons being hung up on every door in every household of the small town. All except on the home of John F. Walker, and not because of any religious belief that those things attracted actual demons, but because he had the infortune of actually seeing them, almost every day of the year.   

It had started when he was 5 years old, his grandmother was taking care of him for the afternoon, she decided to take him walking so he could get exercise, and she could get some sunlight. The thing with small towns is that the way they’re distributed can make no sense, for Custer Grove, it was the fact that the only playground was right next to the cemetery, quite cheerful.  

John had been playing alone with a soccer ball as it seemed no other children were around, that’s when something had caught his eye, near the entrance of the cemetery, a girl, around his age, wearing a long white dress was staring at him. He knew better than to follow a stranger anywhere, but something about her had him hypnotized, curious as to who she was and what she was doing alone.  

She said his name, that should’ve been a warning sign that something was wrong, but without looking back, John ran after her, listening to her call his name as a guide through all those tombstones, he was determined to find her. Unfortunately for him, he did, just not as he had expected. By the edge of the cemetery there was a tree, and hanging from it was a young girl, no longer wearing a white dress, but instead, pink overalls and white sneakers, her hair was in ponytails, a rope surrounded her neck. You found me a voice said.  

John’s screams echoed through the field, his grandma began calling for him, other people also heard, and they began surrounding the area wondering what the commotion was all about. They found John curled up in a ball, hugging his knees, he was shaking violently, the people then noticed the young girl and a mixture of screams and concerned voices filled the air.  

When the police interrogated John, he told them exactly what he saw, of course no one believed him as it made no sense, the sheriff just assumed he was in shock and making up stories. John wished it were his imagination, but it had just been the beginning.\  

Over the next years, he would occasionally see them, people dress in white, appearing anywhere where someone had died, when he hit puberty, it got worse, he then started seeing those shadow figures, and he finally understood that they appeared any time tragedy was about to happen.  

The first time he saw one, Mike Hannigan had been run over by Mr. Johnson’s truck, he was going on his typical afternoon bike ride but had not counted on his next-door Neighbour drunk driving. His head rolled for at least half a block.  

Some weeks later, during homecoming, a pair of shadow creatures were wandering through the football field, at halftime, the goal post broke down, at least ten people hurt, two dead.  

John had learned to ignore them, what else was he supposed to do? He had been in therapy for a while, to the extent of having to take medication, under the diagnosis of schizophrenia, but nothing worked, so he took the decision to just pretend he no longer saw them, this way his parents wouldn't worry, or worse, decide to put him in some mental facility.  

He only ever told his best friend, Lemar, after an afternoon of drinking in his basement, John had just gotten off that damn medication and he was relived, but he felt somewhat vulnerable and decided to tell his best friend, hoping he’d understand.  

“So, you see these things before people die?” Lemar asked, his tone a mixture of sympathy and disbelief.  

“It was on the back of Mike Hannigan’s bike, before that old man ran him over.” Joh responded.  

“Ok, and have you ever tried stopping them from doing what they’re doing?”  

“What? No! How am I even supposed to guess who they’re there for? With Mike it was one thing but when the helicopter crashed, I just saw it staring in the middle of the cornfield, how was I supposed to guess what happened next?”  

“Listen, brother, I know you're exasperated, but could it be that you’re imagining this stuff?”  

“Lemar, I’ve been seeing them my whole life, it’s not just shadow people, at first it was the people that were already dead, it started when I saw that little girl in the cemetery all those years ago.”  

“Man, I want to believe you, but could it be that it was such a horrible experience, for a child to see that you may have created this as a way to cope?”  

John didn’t respond anything immediately, he knows Lemar isn't trying to be an asshole or invalidate his feelings, he’s concerned like everyone else. “You may be right man, I just... I get scared sometimes you know?” There was truth in that, what would happen the day he saw one roaming around his home, letting him know someone from his family was going to...  

Lemar pulls him into a hug, “You don’t have to be scared man, I’m always here, you know that right?”  

John nodded in agreement, he hugged Lemar back, he felt protected, and he knew Lemar would always have his back.  

John was an only child, Lemar and his family moved in when he was around six, ever since then they were inseparable, he was his big brother, no one could say otherwise. That only made the accident a thousand time worse.  

It was about a week after senior graduation; they had agreed to go to the river and fish some trout for dinner like they would do on the weekends, only this time it was in celebration of them finally finishing school.  

John had decided to use his bike instead of taking his dad’s truck, he knew Lemar would take his own, and he’d give him a ride, so it made no sense taking both. Lemar caught up to John just as he was headed down the dirt road towards the river.  

“Hey, I’m gonna take some groceries my mom asked me to pick up, and then I’ll meet you there, deal?” Lemar asked.  

“Deal, don't take too long, and steal some of your dad’s beer, and one of your brother's magazines, you know which one.” John teased, simulating he was rubbing his chest.  

“Asshole”  

Lemar headed into the town, John was about to start going down the dirt road when he saw it, one of those shadow creatures, it was in the back of Lemar’s truck, John’s heart skipped a beat. One of his biggest fears was coming true.  

“No, no, Lemar! Lemar stop!” John screamed at the top if his lungs, but it was useless, Lemar was already far away.  

John hurried over to him, peddling as fast as his feet would allow, but Lemar was going at a faster speed, trying to get home quickly to leave the things his mother asked him to get.  

“Lemar, stop!” John yelled again.  

Lemar started slowing down at a crossroad, for a second it seemed like he had heard John’s screams, that’s when a semitruck impacted him, his truck flew through the air, landing upside down.  

“No!” John screamed.  

Hid mind became blurry, he was so scared, in a matter of seconds Lemar had died...  

Dad?  

Suddenly John came to, he was in his truck.  

“Are you okay, dad?”  

John looked to his left, Dylan, his son, was standing at the door, he looked concerned. John remembered where he was, at Olivia’s house, he had Dylan for the weekend.  

“Hey bud, how was your week at school?” John tried acting normal.  

Dylan gave him a concerned look before responding and getting in the truck. “Great, we started decorating the classroom for Halloween, Ms. Evans showed us how to make paper bats and ghosts.”  

“Great, wait here, I’m gonna say hi to your mom.” Dylan nodded and took his Gameboy out of his backpack while John got out of the truck and heading inside.  

Olivia and John were high school sweethearts, they had known each other since they were about 10 years old, John always imagined a life with her and their children.  But somewhere between the death of Lemar and the birth of their son, things just went south. The constant fighting, not speaking to each other from time to time, they tried couples’ therapy, they really wanted to make it work. But it just didn't in the end.  

They still had love for each other, just no longer in a romantic way, at least not Olivia, she never resented John, she was the kindest soul ever. She made sure John was always aware of how Dylan was doing when it was her week, if she had cooked anything John loved she’d make sure to pack some up for him and leave it at the mechanic shop when she went off to work. She was truly the best, that made John feel worse about losing her, but he knew there was no point in trying to fix things, not anymore.  

“Hi John, how are you?” She asked as she reached for a hug.  

“Hey Liv, I’m good, just a busy day at work. How about you? How are things at the hospital?”  

“They’ve been better. We had an injured patient yesterday, seems to have been a bear or something, poor kid can't even remember what happened.”  

“What? We haven’t had a bear attack in decades.” John responded surprised.  

“It seems he was camping out in the forest, far off west, the sheriff is thinking about taking some precautions just in case. So be careful, I know how you like going fishing to the river by yourself.”  

“It’s not always, just sometimes when I... you know, miss Lemar.” They both stayed silent the warm afternoon breeze in their hair.  

“I’m sorry John, I know you miss him a lot.”  

“Yeah, but don't worry, I’m fine. I’ll bring back Dylan next week, and I will make sure he eats his vegetables.” With that he heads to his truck. “Ok bud, we are going to have a great weekend, you’ll see.”  

“Dad, I know you don't like Halloween, but I was thinking, maybe we could decorate, we don't have to put up anything scary, but I could make some bats and ghosts like the ones I made in school.” Dylan said.  

“I’ll think about it.”  

Dylan didn't say anything else; he knows that meant no.  

On the other side of town, people were waiting by the church doors, the new priest would be arriving any minute, he had been sent out from the congregation after the previous pastor passed away.  

He arrived at 16:00, in a 1967 chevy impala, he was rather young, hair slicked back, good physique, and a very friendly face.  

“Father Reynolds, welcome to Custer Grove” One of the women said.  

“It is my pleasure to be here, in the presence of all of you, I can sense you are a very welcoming town. Thank you.” He replied smiling.  

The townsfolk all gathered into the church so he could deliver a short sermon, as a thank you for the warm welcome they had given him. There were mentions of a small feast in the town hall in honor of his arrival, they know the journey must have been long and tiring, so they wanted to make sure he felt welcomed.  

“If you don’t mind, I would like to first freshen up, the trip here was rather tiresome.” He says to one of the men in charge. The man signals for the boys to take him.  

“Please, let us escort you to your room.” One of the altar boys said.  

He followed through the church, two suitcases in hand.  

“Do you need help with those, father?” One of the altar boys asked.  

“How kind you are my child, but don't worry I can carry them myself.”  

They entered the room where the priests would stay, it was a simple room with a bed, a desk, a small closet and some hanging portraits. The altar boys left him alone and he closed the door.  

He lifted one of his suitcases on to the bed, opening it to reveal an arsenal of weapons, knives, machetes, brass knuckles and two revolvers.  

“May God have mercy on us all.”  

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Weekends with Dylan were John’s favorite, he loved spending time with him, listening to his stories, playing with him and hearing him laugh, it made John feel that everything that happened in his life, good or bad, was worth it, that everything was going to be ok. He knew he screwed things up with Olivia, but he also knew that no matter what, he was always going to be there for his son, he was always going to be strong for him, no matter what happened.  

“And that’s why Carlos and I are gonna be the first boys ever, to go to Mars...” Dylan finished his story.  

“Well, to go to space you need to be the strongest you can be, so eat your vegetables and no buts, ok?”  

Dylan just rolled his eyes, he hated peas with a deep passion, but he did as he was told.  

“Hey, don't make that face... if you finish your food, I’ll help you make some paper bats and we can decorate the windows for Halloween, how’s that sound?”  

Dylan's eyes lit up, “Really?”  

“You bet, now eat your food.”  

John may have hated all this demonic stuff, as small as the decoration could be, but his love for his son was greater, besides, he’ll still see those shadow creatures whether he decorates or not, they haven't gone anywhere for the past 28 years, why would this make a difference?  

He follows Dylan’s orders precisely to make sure he makes a good enough bat or paper ghost; arts & crafts really isn’t his strong suit.  

“I suck at this, bud, I’m not as good as you.” John says.  

“They look ok, plus they’re better than the ones at the store, those are all ugly.”  

John smirks, “You think so?” Dylan nods, “Well, let me get some duct tape and we’ll start putting them on the windows.”  

John heads into his room, he knows he saw some duct tape in his closet a few days back. When he finds it, he starts his way into the kitchen, but he stops when he hears something, a faint tapping, almost like someone is tapping the window, that’s impossible, he's on a second floor.  

He approaches the window, cautiously, slowly lifting the blinds, nothing.  

He lets out a sigh, closing the blinds and thinking he may just have heard something else. But then, there it is again, except now he pays attention and notices it’s coming from the mirror attached to the wall.  

Slowly, he approaches it, as if he knew something bad was gonna happen. But once there, the tapping stopped. John knew he was going crazy; nothing was going to happening.  

Suddenly a face appeared in the mirror, John fell to the floor, his heart racing, it was a disfigured woman, her body covered in scratch marks that were bleeding out; John didn't move from where he was. She seems to have a lost gaze, as if she was scanning the room but not knowing exactly what she was looking at, then she stared directly at him.  

Deepwood  

At least that's what John heard her say, suddenly she was gone, leaving John on the floor gasping for air.  

Dylan entered the room, “Dad, are you okay?”  

“Yeah, don't worry, I accidently fell, umm. Let's go watch a movie, ok. We’ll decorate some other time.” John said as he got up.  

Dylan would normally protest at this, but he had never seen his dad this nervous, as if something was wrong, but that would be impossible, his dad was the bravest man ever. “Ok, can we watch, The cat in the hat?”  

“Sure, I love that movie, let’s go watch it in the living room, ok?” John closes the door to his room; he’s still gathering his thoughts as he follows Dylan.  

When Dylan falls asleep, John takes him to his bed, he makes sure he’s tucked in, he kisses his forehead and wishes him goodnight. Normally, John would leave to his own bedroom, but what happened earlier is engraved in his thoughts.  

He sits on the chair at Dylan’s desk, wondering what that thing was, he'd seen dead people before and the shadow creatures, but they've never looked like that, more importantly, they've never talked to him. Deep into his train of thought, John remembers its words, Deepwood , what did that mean?  

His alarm clock wakes him up, it’s seven in the morning, at some point he had fallen asleep on Dylan’s desk, so much for being comfortable.  

He wakes up and sees Dylan sound asleep, John smiles at that. He heads out to the kitchen to make himself some coffee.  

The advantage of living on top of your own mechanic workshop meant always being on time, then again, he was the boss, so he was never late.  

He made himself some coffee and was ready for getting some work done, Saturdays were a pretty busy day, and John needed the distraction after last night. He thought twice about leaving Dylan in the house, but he had always worked this way, and he thought last night was just a one-time thing, if that thing had intended to hurt him it would’ve.  

He picks up his mug, gets his keys and heads out the door to the stairs.  

As he begins to remove the locks and open the gates, he's approached by one of his mechanics, Yelena, the young blonde-haired girl who was no older than 21 and was one of John’s best workers at the shop, she knew her stuff.  

Her parents were a Russian couple that moved into town about thirty years ago, rumors at the time were that it was due to them being spies that were captured by the American government and settled here so they could be watched 24/7, but that was ridiculous.  

Yelena and her older sister, Natasha, were born in Custer Grove, everyone knew them, especially since Natasha was such a success story, she was a professional ballet dancer and had been the lead in a production of the nutcracker at the Royal opera house in London.  

Because of this, a lot of people had high expectations for Yelena, but she was happy with a simpler life, she wasn't interested in college or anything like that, she loved working on cars, it brings back good memories of when her dad taught them how to fix their old truck.  

“Morning, boss, what do you think?” She says gleefully as she points to her hair.  

“What did you do to your hair? It’s so short!?” John responds, appalled at the sight.  

“Well. I was having trouble washing out the motor oil from it, and Kate suggested this, plus she said it suited me.”  

“I don't like you hanging out with that Bishop girl, rich people always have crazy ideas of what's better for us commoners.”  

Yelena frowns, “Hey, she's not like that, plus I finally asked her to go on a date with me, so don't ruin this for me, ok?”  

The Bishops were one of the richest families in town, probably even in the whole state, John had never really tried to get along with them, to him they were all just stuck-up brats. Especially Eleanor Bishop, the matriarch of the family, she always looked down on the people of the town, she could leave if she wanted to, go somewhere fancier, but John guessed she liked being somewhere where she could feel above everyone else.  

“Yeah, sorry, you look really good, and I'm happy she finally accepted your offer. Where are you gonna take her?”  

“I was thinking of that little Italian restaurant that opened a few months ago, it’s the only fancy thing we have in this town.”  

“Well, it’s what we got, plus, she's lucky to go out with you.” John says.  

Yelena blushes, “Ok, stop it, you’re being way too nice, it freaks me out. Let’s open and get to work.”  

“Well, that’s a great attitude for a Saturday, maybe we should make sure she sees Kate more often.” A young woman says as she approaches.  

“Morning, Ava, nice of you to be on time.” John said.  

“Well, miraculously my alarm clock went off when it needed to. So here I am, ready to work.” She said, her tone clearly noting she was not yet fully awake.  

Ava had moved here with her parents many years ago, they were scientists, and they were investigating a new species of bug that had been discovered near the town, unfortunately, a freak accident caused their house lab to explode, both dead. Ava had spent that afternoon at a friend's house, so she had survived, but with her parents gone, she had no one to look after her.  

Fortunately for her, foster care put her in the hands of Bill Foster, ironic name, and she was able to stay in Custer Grove, she left for college at 18 and finished her career as a financial analyst, but decided that wasn't what she wanted to do, too fancy, she would say.  

When she came back, John offered her a job, he needed someone who was good with numbers to handle the accounting, making sure everyone was paid, that their budget wasn’t going up constantly and that appointments were made. She had accepted and has been great help ever since.  

“Alright, let’s get set up.” John said.  

Ava opened the office and started getting everything set, while Yelena and John opened the gates and moved some of the cars they were working on the day before.  

John was pushing one of the vehicles that had no motor, while Yelena had it on neutral to steer it in the right direction, John struggles to move the heavy piece of junk, that's when he gets a helping hand.  

“On your left, boss.” A young man says.  

They push the car over to where they need it to continue working on it. Yelena jumps out of the car and pretends to look at an imaginary watch on her wrist.  

“Joaquin, are you feeling well?” You’re never on time, I’d expect you to still be sleeping.” she says.  

John intervenes, “Let me guess, your dads are back from their trip.”  

“Hey, how’d you know? They didn't arrive until like 4 am.” Joaquin responds.  

“I know for a fact that when they’re here, you’re on time, Sam isn’t one to let you sleep in on a workday.”  

Joaquin’s adoptive parents are Sam Wilson and James Barnes; the latter being better known as Bucky amongst the town, they formally adopted him a few years ago.    

Back in 2012, Joaquin had ended up in Custer Grove due to his father abandoning him on the side of the road, he had remarried, and his new wife did not want the burden of a child, so she made him choose.  

While any other child would’ve panicked, Joaquin didn't have time to cry about it, he began asking people for a job or work to earn a place to stay for the night or even some change so he could get enough money and find his way back home, if there even was a home to go back to.  

A few weeks into this, he met Sam, who was providing counseling to veterans suffering from PTSD, Sam offered him a place to stay temporarily so he wouldn't put himself in any danger.  

Temporary became forever, Sam grew accustomed to Joaquin, he’d seen him as a little brother, and found himself guiding him to make the right decisions for a better life. One day, they set out to visit Helen, GA on business, that’s where Sam met Bucky, it was also where Joaquin called him dad for the first time ever. Sam never talks about it, but the day he heard Joaquin refer to him as his dad, he felt a contempt that no one could describe, he’d always wanted children, but he knew adoption was hard for a gay man.  

Upon meeting them, Bucky became fond of Joaquin and Sam, he made up the excuse of teaching Joaquin self-defense so he could constantly visit them, and try to get close to Sam.  

It was going horribly until Joaquin himself intervened, he had tricked Bucky into thinking it was Sam’s birthday, so he arrived with a gift, Joaquin invented an excuse that he had somewhere to be and left them alone all afternoon. When he got back, Bucky had already left, and Sam was smiling from ear to ear, Joaquin didn't need details, he knew his job was done.  

About two years after they married, they finalized the adoption process, Joaquin now had his forever home with the two people that loved him the most.  

“Yeah, pops doesn't like it when I sleep in. So here I am!” He extends his arms like he's presenting himself to the world.  

“Perfect, we can get done sooner so you can all go back to sleep.” John says sarcastically.  

The day goes by without issues, every now and then John’s mind goes back to last night, as much as he tries to tell himself that today is just like any other day, he can’t, those things don't talk to him, those things don't give signs of wanting to speak to him. The only time he ever heard words from them was the first time he had seen one, that little girl at the Cemetary. You found me.  

“Boss?” Joaquin calls him.  

“Huh, what?”  

“I asked if we'd gotten the new parts to replace Mr. Beards’ alternator?”  

“Yeah, we did, it's in the shack.”  

“You, good? Want me to get you some water or something.” Joaquin looks genuinely concerned.  

John is clearly sweating too much; he tries to act as normal as he can. “Yeah, sorry, think I might be getting a fever or something, but I’ll live.” He lies, “I’ll be back, gotta check on something.”  

“He’s acting weirder than usual.” Yelena says to Joaquin.  

“Yeah, but he always gets this way around Halloween, I think he might be really religious or something.  

Yelena stares at him, “The man who hasn't been to church in forever? Who swears more times in a day, than a teenager does in a year? I don't really think so.”  

“Now that you mention it, he really hasn't sworn at all today. Weird.”  

“Well Dylan’s here for the weekend, so you know he might want to keep up the good example.”  

“Cool, Dylan’s here? I love that little guy.”  

“Yes, he’s here, like almost every weekend.” Yelena says in disbelief, “Are you on drugs?”  

“Nope, just didn't get my twelve hours of sleep.”  

They shrug and continue working.  

John enters Dylan’s room; he finds him getting changed. It never gets passed John how time moves forward, one day you’re in charge of getting them dressed, the next, they’re doing it on their own.  

“Hey there bud, where you headed to all dressed up?”  

“I was gonna go help you guys at the shop, I bet I could be very helpful.”  

John smiles at that. “Well, if you’re gonna be in charge for today, you might not want to where something too new, it'll get dirty.” He helps Dylan change into something a bit more worn out, a pair of overalls he uses when he paints, he can get him a new pair later on.  

They head downstairs to be greeted by everyone.  

“Well look at you, Darling, aren’t you the most handsome man ever!” Ava says.  

“She’s right little dude, you look cool!” Joaquina adds.  

“So, are you our boss today?” Yelena asks, “Do we get to leave early?”  

“Don’t push it.” John responds.  

John teaches Dylan a few things, they work together to remove a motor form a run-down truck brought in by Mr. West, John takes his time explaining things, making sure Dylan can comprehend as much as he can, though he knows it’s a lot of information to drop on a ten-year-old.  

Ava walks out of the office and heads towards them. “John, I got an email from the neighborhood watch, they wanted to invite everyone to the town square around 2pm, they’re going to inaugurate that statue they’ve been putting up all year. Plus, the new priest will be there to bless it and that stuff.”  

“New priest, when’d he get here?”  

“Yesterday afternoon, they say he’s very young and quite handsome, I want to take a look for myself.” She smirks.  

“Oh yeah let’s go, the statue they were doing looked really cool, supposed to be a tribute to past historical figures here in Georgia.” Joaquin adds.  

“Ok fine, let’s work through the day and we can close early to go see them unveil another unnecessary statue.” John replies.  

Yelena and Joaquin cheer mockingly “Long live unnecessary statues!”  

They finish up and close out, John gives everyone a ride in his truck, Ava gets in the cab with him and Dylan, while Yelena and Joaquin are in the back.  

They arrive to the town square, seems like almost everyone’s there, when you live in a small town of about 8,000 people, things like these become big events, breaking the norm of day-to-day life.  

Mayor Fisk appears on the improvised stage and gives a speech on improving the town, he lets everyone know how important the statue is, and its significance to the community. John just rolls his eyes, just another excuse for money laundering, he thinks.  

“Without further ado, to unveil this gorgeous statue, please welcome the newest member of our community, father Reynolds.” The crowd cheers for him.  

Ava had been right he was very young, probably in his thirties just like John, he was wearing a classic priest outfit, black shirt, pants and shoes, his white collar, a red rosary in hand, it looked very ancient, he was indeed very handsome, hair slicked back, if Ava plays her cards right, she might be a pastors wife in no time, John thought.  

“Good afternoon, to all, today I have the privilege of unveiling this monument which I’m sure will make this already beautiful town shine even more to those who visit and those who live here.” The crowd is eating it up.  

John finds himself clapping as well, the man had a very welcoming tone of voice, he’ll give him that.  

When the statue is unveiled, it reveals multiple figures made mainly out of a cheap looking bronze, it’s historical figures that put Goergia on the map, John only recognized Marthin Luther King and James Oglethorpe, the latter because he had to do a project on him back in high school, his teacher had told him it was one of the best projects he’d seen.  

The crowd was roaring with cheers and clapping hard, Dylan is on Joaquin’s shoulders and he’s also cheering with everyone else. John is concentrated on the faces looming on the statue when they start bleeding out, it drips from where their eyes are, fully covering their faces. It's as if they had gained consciousness with how lifelike they’ve become; John feels a knot in his stomach at the sight.  

He turns around to see if anybody else is watching them, but no one else has noticed, he’s the only one who’s seeing it, of course.  

“Are you ok?” Yelena asks as she taps his shoulder.  

John can barely get the words out, “I... I just felt dizzy.”  

Ava intervened, “Ok, let’s get you somewhere where you can sit down. It must've been the sun and all these people, let’s go, the priest is looking over here.” She fixes her hair while holding John’s arm.  

John’s gaze goes up; he’s met with the priest staring back at him. they’re looking at each other, his expression seems to reflect that he’s trying to understand what is happening.  

They find a bench in the park, John tries to convince them that he’s ok, that they should go and take a look around the food stands.  

“Joaquin, can you take Dylan?”  

“Sure, boss!" He lifts Dylan onto his shoulders again, “C’mon little man, we’re gonna go buy some candy apples!”  

“Don't give him too many sweets!”  

Yelena goes with them, Ava stays behind, “Are you sure you’re, okay?”  

“Yeah, just haven’t been feeling all too good lately, I’ll go to Dr. Strange’s later today, maybe I need me some vitamins.”  

Ava’s known John long enough to know this isn’t health related, more mental than anything, but she doesn’t want to put him on edge, so she agrees.  

“You should go and see if the priest is looking for a wife.” John teases.  

Ava smirks and hits his shoulder, “He’s cute and all, but I don't see myself married yet, and those priests are ones to marry and breed fast, not my thing. I'll go check on the guys and come back in a bit, ok?”  

John nods and she goes her way, he's trying to piece together what’s happening since yesterday, suddenly he’s having visions? Who did he piss off in another life to be suffering these things?  

“Are you okay my child?” A voice asks, interrupting his thoughts, it’s the priest.  

“Yeah, sorry, I um... I just wasn't feeling well.”  

“Do you need me to get the first responders, have them look at you?”  

“No, no, I’m good, thank you, father.”  

He smirks, “Please, call me Bob” He extends his hand towards John.  

In his confused state, John takes Father Reynold’s hand and kisses it in a show of respect. Bob starts laughing “I’m sorry, I should've been clearer, I was trying to shake your hand.”  

“Oh...” John feels his face turn red, he feels so embarrassed, he’s lucky none of the guys was around to see him make a fool of himself. He gets up, and awkwardly shakes his hand, "I'm sorry about that, I’m John.”  

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, John, now tell me what has you in this state? Is something troubling you?”  

“No, I um... Fath... Bob, do you believe in demons?” John didn’t know what came over him, but if anyone knew about demonic stuff, it would be a priest.  

Bob’s facial expression changed to that of uncertainty; John had a hard time deciphering if what he said struck a nerve.  

“Well, I believe that everyone has inner demons that influence the decisions they may take. We do read about them in the holy texts, but I personally don’t think that there isn’t anything that can harm us as long as we trust in our lord.” Bob says confidently.  

John just looks at him, this man clearly won’t believe him if he tells him what he saw. “Well thanks for that, Bob, I’m gonna go find my kids. But thanks for checking on me. Here’s my card, in case you need anything or if you have a car, and it needs to be fixed, I can help.”  

“Thank you, John, it has been a pleasure meeting you. Don't let those inner demons get you all worked up.”  

“Thanks.”  

John heads towards the crowd to find the others.  

Father Reynolds stares at him as he leaves, “Oh John, I hope for your sake and those around you, you take very good care of yourself” he says under his breath, heading towards the church.  

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As John laid in his bed, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was really off, he began to wonder why he was now seeing all of things he was seeing, and his mind began creating hundreds of scenarios, however, the thing that made his heart race more than anything was considering that all of this was a premonition, of something catastrophic, like Nostradamus or those other psychic freaks that always talked about the end of the world. Sure, they were usually wrong, and nothing happened back in 2012.  

One thing was clear, this is going to keep on happening to John, who knows if for the rest of his life or until he gets an exorcism done.  

One thing that had been on his mind was something that Bob had said, about inner demons. John had already been to a psychiatrist and was drugged on a lot of meds, so he discarded the whole it being mental thing a long time ago, but what if this is more of a bad conscious kind of thing? John wasn’t the purest human being in the world, but he also wasn’t evil. Hell, if this was caused from being bad, what sins could a 5-year-old commit for them to be condemned to see the dead for the rest of their lives? Made no sense.  

Maybe he was just going to have to live with it, just like he’s been doing up to this point, only now it included jump scares apparently.  

He looked at the clock, 03:13 in the morning, its Sunday, so the shop’s closed so he can sleep in, but with everything on his mind, he most likely won't be able to. He could try to watch a movie, make some tea, but he knew none of that was going to work.  

Suddenly, he heard a rumbling noise outside of his window, he got up immediately and opened the blinds, John lived near the edge of the town, his “backyard” was basically the outskirts of town, nothing but woods and mountains far off, pretty much nobody besides the people living in this area wander about the place.  

A vehicle is passing by, it’s an impala, he’s never seen anyone with that car in town, John has worked on pretty much every vehicle in Custer Grove, with the exception of the richer folk who don't want him touching their Mercedes. He’s unable to see who’s driving, but he thinks it could be some drunk college kids, they’re not uncommon during the fall season, but no, whoever is driving is sober and knows where they’re heading.  

The car lights halt at a nearby point that John can still see from his window, they’re not too far off but they’re still not close enough for John to distinguish anything. He looks in his drawers for some binoculars his father gave him, they had night vision for when him and Lemar would go hunting.    

He tries his best to concentrate his vision in between all the trees, he can see the vehicle but not who’s in it.  

John stays put where he is, a couple minutes go by, he starts to wonder if maybe it’s some drunk couple getting it on and he’s violating their privacy by watching. He’s being paranoid, all the things happening in the last couple of days have really put him on the edge. Still, he keeps watching, wondering if something will happen.    

Around 20 minutes later, John has come to the conclusion that this was a waste of time, he was better off just lying in bed instead of hurting his back in the uncomfortable position he’s been in.  

That’s when he sees it, in between the trees, something is approaching, he can’t figure out if it's an animal or a person, but whatever it is, it has long nails, like claws, and the face, it’s disfigured, with what seems to be eyes so black it’s like looking into a hole: it starts heading towards the car.  

Almost immediately another figure appears, this time what seems to be a person, they have something in their hand, but it isn’t clear what, it takes a moment for John to decipher who it is, then he finally recognizes him, it’s Bob.  

That thing launches at him, and John can’t see if Bob is ok or if he’s getting mauled to death. He doesn't know what to do, if he should get up and go help him or if he should stay put, he doesn't want to get hurt, but what the hell is even attacking him, and he can’t leave Dylan alone.  

The shadows created by the headlights show them struggling, but it's clear that thing is tossing Bob around like a sock puppet. John gains the courage to go help, he grabs his rifle and puts on a jacket and his boots and heads out, he’s stupid enough to know they both might die, but he’d live with guilt if he didn't do anything.  

Many things are going through John’s head right now, Bob’s safety, his own, but more importantly, what the hell that thing even is.  

The night is particularly chilly, John can see his breath every time he exhales, the closer he gets the louder the fight sounds. He’s at the edge of the forest, when a roar so bone chilling comes from where the vehicle’s parked, that it makes John stop dead in his tracks. It's followed by an enormous flare, like something catching on fire, but it dies down quickly.  

Then, silence.  

 John can hear the beat of his heart racing rapidly, was Bob dead?  

He takes a decision, slowly he starts entering the forest, making sure he doesn’t step on something that could make too much sound. As he tries to investigate if Bob is ok and what’s going on, his hand grips the rifle tightly, in case things get ugly.  

He’s startled by the sound of the car’s engine starting, seems Bob’s alive, John feels a wave of relief, but he doesn’t take chances just yet. He watches what he can from behind one of the trees, he can see Bob getting in the car but can’t distinguish if he’s ok or if he’s hurt.  A few moments of silence, and John’s not sure what to do, so he stays where he is. On one end he wants to go out and make sure he’s ok, but what if Bob thinks John’s also one of those things and attacks him, the guy looks as if he’s been through enough for one night.  

He decides to stay where he is, he hears the car door slam and in matter of minutes, the car’s gone, it exits the woods and heads back into town.  

John’s now left alone in the dark woods, it’s hard to process what just happened, a demon coming from the forest, attacking Bob, and why was Bob out here in the first place? Is he lying to the town? Is he not really a priest?  

He knows he should leave before another one of those things appears, but his curiosity gets the best of him, he goes to where the fight went down, trying to see if there’s any clues as to what happened to the thing that attacked Bob, what he finds surprises him, it’s as if the thing had been burned in a matter of minutes leaving nothing but a smudge of soot on the ground. He should know better than to touch it, but he needs answers, so he puts his fingers on it.  

John is suddenly in the middle of a town, there’s people everywhere, this isn’t Custer Grove, the sky is turning dark, people are running, they’re desperate, they’re scared. The screams are coming from every direction, they become louder, it’s hurting Joh ‘s ears, they won’t stop.  

He falls to the ground; he’s back in the forest, the sky illuminated by the moon, only. The silence is now eerie, what the hell was all that?  

He gets up and shakes the dirt of his clothes, he turns around and is startled by a figure, a girl, no older than Dylan, in white dress, eyes and hair pitch black.  

They all came back and they’re all coming back, soon.  

John doesn’t stay to find out what she means, he runs home, he keeps going without looking back, not caring that he’s feeling tired, he keeps running.  

He bolts into his house, locking the door and falling to the ground, rifle still in hand, John’s trembling, he felt so scared, so helpless, he feels as though he is going to have a heart attack.  

With every fiber of strength gets up, puts the rifle away and heads into the shower, the hot water calms his nerves, but he can’t help feeling horrified. But now he knew that Bob also saw things like he did, and he was going to get some answers out of him.  

As dawn approached, John had prepared some coffee and was dressed, he went into Dylan’s room to wake him up.  

“Wake up, bud.”  

Dylan woke up with a loud groan, “What time is it?” He asked.  

“It’s 06:30”  

“Why am I waking up this early on a Sunday?”  

John chuckles, “We are going to church.”  

Dylan raises his brow in suspicion, “We never go to church.”  

“Well today is a special occasion, c'mon get dressed, once it's over I’ll take you to Frank’s diner for some waffles. How’s that sound?”  

Dylan is clearly still waking up, but he manages to give a nod of approval.  

John helps him get dressed and they both head out to the truck.  

Upon arriving, John’s surprised by the number of people that go to church, he’d stop going years ago, a bit before Dylan was even born, his grandmother had made it mandatory when he was younger but ever since her death, John didn’t want to go, and his parents never made him, so he simply didn’t.  

Thye both get out of the truck and start heading into church, when a familiar voice calls them.  

“Well, what a surprise this is! Mr. John Walker, at church? Is the apocalypse starting or something?” Yelena teases, as she approaches them.  

That line about the apocalypse makes John’s skin crawl after last night, but he tries to respond as normal as possible. “Good morning to you too, Lena.”  

Yelena rolls her eyes, “Don’t call me that, it’s Yelena.”  

John laughs, he’s about to say something when he’s interrupted.  

“John! How wonderful to see you!” It’s Yelena’s father Alexei.  

“Alexei, Melina, it’s great to see you, too.” He greets both with a hug.  

“How wonderful to see you in church, John, it’s been so long.” Melina says.  

“Yeah, you know, I feel like every now and then it’s good to take care of the soul.”  

“Bull...” Yelena coughs out.  

They ignore her and head into the temple together.  

The ceremony starts and Bob comes out in his typical all black attire, John then notices the bandages on his arm, it’s clear he got hurt last night. He needed to talk to him about it, as soon as possible, so he’d wait until the sermon ends.  

When the ceremony is over, John asks Yelena if she can watch over Dylan for a moment, as he needed to talk with Bob.  

“Sure, but is everything okay?”  

“Just peachy, I’m gonna go into the confessional, really quick.”  

Yelena’s genuinely surprised by that, but she says nothing.  

John approaches Bob who is talking to a group of women.  

“Father Reynolds?”  

Bob smiles at him, “John, what a wonderful surprise, how are you feeling?”  

“Much better, how about you? Are you ok? I noticed the bandages on your arm.”  

Bob laughs, “Yes, I am just quite clumsy, I was organizing some things in the common room and slipped, but I am fine, thank you for asking.”  

John wants to call him out on his bullshit, but instead he responds, “Do you have the time for a quick confession?”  

Bob nods and asks the group of women to excuse them, they both go into the confessional, once there, Bob signs the cross and gestures John to continue.  

“Forgive me father for I have sinned...”  

“Tell me my child.”  

“When I was 5 years old, I disobeyed my grandmother and strayed from her sight, the consequences of doing that are still haunting me to this day.”  

Bob doesn’t say anything, so John continues.  

“When I asked you about the demons, I was referring to myself, I see them father, I have seen them since I was a child, people in white clothing that died a long time ago, shadow figures that show up right before shit happens...”  

“Language” Bob interrupts.  

“Sorry, before tragedies happen, and now, I am seeing actual demons, they’ve talked to me... and last night, I saw one, in the woods.”  

John can hear Bob’s breathing getting harder.  

“It was maybe twice my size, seemed like a shadowy figure with long nails and jet-black eyes, and I saw it attacking...someone.”  

“And did you intervene?” Bob sounds nervous.  

“I was on my way to help, I had my gun and everything, but when I got there, that thing had vanished, leaving nothing a trail of soot on the ground... Tell me father, are those still inner demons like you said they were? Inner demons don’t attack people in the woods, or scream like they’re in agony where anyone can hear them... am I still fighting only inner demons?”  

Bob gets up and exits the confessional.  

John follows. “Bob, Bob, please talk to me, what is happening, do you see those things too? The dead, the shadow things?”  

“Keep quiet, this is a church, there’s no reason for us to talk about demonic entities here.”  

“So, you do see them. Did you see the statue bleeding out the day you went to bless it?”  

 “John, you are not making any sense, I urge to go home and rest, please, we don’t want to attract any unwanted attention.”  

“Cut the crap Bob, I saw you in the woods last night, tell me what the hell is going on!”  

“Language, John!” Bob had never raised his voiced to this level, but John was aggravating him, luckily the church was empty. “Please John, go home, you are only making things harder. I can assure you that everything is fine.” With that he closes the door to the church dorms and leaves John without another word.  

John tries to open it, and he knocks multiple times, but it’s clear Bob isn’t going to talk to him anytime soon.  

He rests his head against the door for a moment, before composing himself and heading out.  

He greets Yelena and the rest as if nothing happened.  

Alexei invites them to have breakfast with them, at the sight of Dylan being excited, he accepts.  

John isn’t one to push people away, at least not an anymore, he had done that in the past which only left to his divorce and his falling out with other friends, now he tried to enjoy the company of good friends, and with everything that’s going on, he needs it more than ever.  

“So, how’d the confessional go, Yelena asks?”  

“Good, needed to clear some things off my chest.”  

“Like?”  

“Lena, please don't bother John, a confessional is a private and sacred conversation between the father and the person confessing.” Melina adds.  

“It’s Yelena, mother, Lena was for when I was five.” She responds.  

“Oh, don’t worry, it wasn’t anything bad, sometimes you just need someone to help you gets things off your chest.” John says.  

“That's what therapists are for.” Yelena gleefully adds.  

John sighs, “But everything is good now, running smoothly.”  

Yelena doesn’t question him anymore.  

They continue to eat their breakfast, Alexi tells them stories of when they lived in Russia, before any of his daughters were born. Yelena every now and then trying to hide her face from the embarrassing stories and his loud tone of voice.   

John is trying his best to concentrate on the conversation, but his argument with Bob keeps invading his thoughts, it’s clear he’s going to have to catch Bob in the act, he knows for a fact those things are still going to appear, that they’re going to attack and when they do, he’s going to be there, whether Bob wants it or not.  

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Monday  

John had been determined to be on the lookout for any of Bob’s midnight escapades to fight evil, he made sure to concentrate what he could during his work schedule and then head into town for a “quick stroll” to make sure Bob’s impala was still where it was supposed to be.  

Since it was Monday, Dylan was already back with Olivia, which meant he didn't have to worry about leaving his house in the middle of the night, if necessary, he realized that had been a reckless decision, had something happened to him, Dylan would’ve been left all alone, waking up to an empty house and not knowing where his father was. At least now if something happens, he’d be safe with his mother.  

His plan was simple, catch Bob in the act, and get answers, otherwise he was not going to be able to find some inner peace.  

His day went by as normal as it could, the team had a lot of work, but as always, they pulled through.  

“So, any plans for Halloween with your girl, Yelena?” Joaquin asked as they were working on replacing the headlights on a truck.  

“Well, it’s still like 4 weeks away, but I was thinking of just watching a few movies at my place, give candy to trick-or-treaters, you know, have a chill evening. What about you and Sharon?” Yelena responded.  

Joaquin looked uncomfortable, “We’re uh, on somewhat of a break, we got into an argument, she’s pissed I want to join the army once I turn 21.”  

“Well, I have to agree with her... Custer Grove is our home, and you can have a nice decent life here, why risk it to go join the army, those people never come back the same. You know that... that is if they do come back.”  

“I’ll be fine, plus it’ll help with anything I could need in the future, healthcare, future education etc. Some of us want something bigger...Lena.”  

Yelena frowned, she looked over at where John was working “Boss, can you tell Joaquin, he’s being stupid, he’s still set on joining the army.”  

John didn’t say anything immediately, he knew Joaquin had always dreamt of doing something big, to be like his dads; both Sam and Bucky served in Iraq, when they came back to Georgia, were considered heroes by many, but they were never really the same, that’s why Sam made it his mission to help veterans with PTSD.  

“Hey, it’s Joaquin’s decision, once he turns 21, we can’t really tell him what he can and can’t do.”  

“Thank you, boss, I knew you’d understand.”  

Yelena raised her hands in defeat and headed into the office with Ava, they’d talk shit about the men at work as a hobby, John never minded, he liked that everyone got along on their own terms.  

However, now that he was alone with Joaquin he wanted to speak with him, John really appreciated him and cared for him more than he expressed it. “Hey, I know you want to continue your dads’ legacy: Sam and Buck, they’re awesome, and I know they’re also not very excited with the idea. Just want you to really think about it, you know we’ll support you all the way, and if you ever decide to come back, there’s always a job waiting for you here.”  

Joaquin gave John a hug, “Thanks, boss, I mean it. I’ve thought about it for some time now, it’s what I want to do.”  

“Well, we’ve still got at least a couple of months before you decide to leave, so for now, let’s get this job finished.”  

“Yes sir!”  

The rest of the day goes by quite fast; they closed and everyone headed home, Joaquin offered the girls a ride back to their place.  

John enters his apartment, the day after Dylan leaves sometimes takes a toll on him, the silence becomes nerve-wrecking. However, he remembers that he now has free time to go have quick stroll around town.  

The town is quickly adjusting to the fall season and the Halloween season overall, scarecrows and pumpkins on people's front lawns, the leaves beginning to change color, and that chill air that only happens during the fall starts to surround the environment.  

John stops at a small shop near the church, he actually buys some things he needs back home, but it serves as a great spot to be on the lookout and subtle about it, he can make sure Bob is where he’s supposed to be.  

After a few minutes inside his truck, he confirms the impala is parked in its assigned spot, so Bob must be inside the church, he thought long about just entering the church and trying to talk to him again, but given their last interaction, that does not sound like a good idea. So instead, he circles the church once and then heads back home.  

That night he pays close attention to his surroundings, on the lookout in case he hears Bob’s car, the good thing about working on every car in town is he can recognize the sound of the one he hasn’t worked. But tonight, everything is silent.  

Tuesday  

They had a lot of work, some pickup trucks got into an accident, no casualties but they were in bad shape, it took the whole day just to get one back in a semi decent shape. When finished John repeats his afternoon stroll around town, same as yesterday, Bob seems to be where he’s got to be.  

He wonders if maybe Bob’s doing it on purpose to mislead him, if he’s also spying on John to make sure he doesn’t catch him something he shouldn't be doing.  

He shakes the idea out of his mind and begins to head back home, that’s when he passes by the town’s library, now John was no analphabet, but it had been years since he last picked up a book to read something useful, the moment he left high school he got to working and never once considered pursuing a college degree, so books were never really something he needed.  

But maybe there was something in that library that could give him an idea of what he’s facing, if there’s books on tarot and that astrology crap Ava’s talked to him about, then there’s got to be something about seeing the dead.  

Come to think of it, John never really thought about investigating his whole ordeal, it’s as if he just accepted it as a part of his life, hell, if it weren’t for these things talking to him, he’d probably just continue every day like that until death.    

He parks the truck and heads into the library, he’s honestly surprised when he realizes it’s much bigger than what he remembered, then again last time he was here was like 15 years ago.  

He heads to the main desk to ask for help on finding anything demon related.  

“Hi, I’m looking for books on demons, ghosts, that kind of stuff.”  

The young girl at the computer turns around and John’s surprised to see Kate Bishop, the young heiress known by everyone in town, John’s surprised she’s “working” at the library instead of spending her afternoon at one of those country clubs or something.  

“Hi, um, yeah... Sure. You’re John Walker, Yelena’s boss. Hi, I’m Kate.” Her voice shows she’s nervous, she extends her hand to greet him.  

John shakes her hand, “Hi Kate.”  

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to expose you like that, Yelena talks about you guys sometimes.”  

John may not like the Bishops, but he was not going to make Yelena look bad, he knew how love struck she was about Kate; “Yeah, no worries, Yelena’s talked to us about you too... she said you recommended she cut her hair.”  

Kate blushes a little, “I knew she was struggling with having her hair clean all the time, so I just suggested it...I think it suits her facial structure better.”  

There’s an awkward silence. “Yeah, she said that... I um, I'm helping my son with some homework, you know, cause it’ Halloween, so I need books on stuff like demons and witches and all that.”  

“Sure! I can help with that.”  

Kate leads John to the second floor, there’s a whole section on the supernatural, unsolved mysteries that were based on true stories, books on famous hauntings, the place has everything. Kate helps John reactivate his library card so he can take the books home, thing’s been dead since before smart phones were even popular.  

“So, you're all set.” She says smiling at him.  

“Thanks, Kate. I’ll uh see you around, you’re welcome to come by the shop if you ever need anything for your car, there’s discount for friends of my kids, I mean my workers, sorry.”  

“Thank you, I will. And don’t worry, I won’t tell Yelena you called her your kid.” She gives him a sincere smile, and with that John is off.  

When he arrives home, he gets to work, reading through the pages as if his life depended on it, it might just. He focuses on finding out anything he can, he can’t be the only person who’s seen demons, and he certainly won’t be the last.  

Some of the things in these pages were outrageous, things flying around, people being possessed, whole families dead because they ignored warning signs, there’s moment where it feels too fabricated.  

He’s starting to think it’s all fairy tales when something he reads resonates with that thing he saw when touching the soot covered floor.  

Warnings and premonitions are not uncommon when seeing the undead, especially when a large group of them start to appear more frequently within a specific area, signaling a major catastrophic event may be nearby.  

It had occurred to John that he needed to right down what the ghosts were saying to him, maybe this was something like that, maybe some huge earthquake was on its way, or a massive fire, something that could threaten the whole town. Realistically though what is John to do with that information?  

He rubbed his eyes in exhaustion, checking the clock, it’s 02:00 am, and no sounds of any commotion outside his window. He went to bed for tomorrow he had work to do, he’d continue reading in the afternoon.  

Wednesday  

John pondered the idea of Custer Grove being in some kind of danger, his mind races at the idea that everyone he knows, and loves might be hurt. It’s silly really, he’s always seen the dead, he’s accustomed to their existence, he’s learned to ignore as much as he can, and now, it’s as if this took a 180-degree turn, now they communicate with him, now they apparently attack people, and how he meets someone who can also see them.  

Should he try to talk to Bob one more time, maybe go visit him at night when everyone is asleep? It would look weird, but John needs some kind of information, something to help him either ease his mind or prepare for the worse.  

He continues reading the books he got at the library, he’s almost done with them too. So far, it’s been a summary of premonitions, demons can possess both the living and the dead, and demons hate salt.  

John took note of that and found himself putting salt at the entrance of the doors and windows of his home. Better safe than sorry, he wonders if he could trick Olivia into doing the same.  

Overall, the warnings he’s been given only remount to two things:  

Deepwood  

They all came back.  

He had searched the internet for Deepwood, but found no results online, as for the dead returning, multiple stories talked about zombies rising from the dead to eat the townsfolk, mainly creepypastas with no background information, seemed like just cheap plots to get the reader’s attention.  

His life was now a horror movie with no actual plot to move forward.  

Thursday  

John had become impatient; the week was almost over, and he had not seen or heard anything suspicious, tonight he was going to march directly into the common rooms they have at the church and speak to Bob.  

He makes sure to act as normal as possible as he’s already been drawing so much attention to himself, Yelena had even started interrogating him when Kate told her about his trip to the library.  

“Now am I far too dumb to be a teacher, but I’m certain ten-year-olds shouldn’t be investigating about paranormal activities, it may be October but the scariest they should be reading is those goosebump books.”  

“Yeah well, that’s why we’re mechanics, not teachers.” John responds, his tone came off a bit more confrontational than he wanted.  

Yelena just raises her hands as if asking not to be shot on the spot and continues her work.  

John didn't mean to sound like a jerk, honestly, he just wanted to talk to Bob, someone who probably knew what he was feeling. Someone who could understand what he was going through, and who knows, maybe Bob also needs someone like that.  

It was about 11:00 PM, he got into his truck, and headed towards the church, when he was near, he made sure to turn off his headlights, he didn’t want any unwarranted attention from the neighbors. He moved slowly as to not cause a commotion, it felt like a stakeout, and maybe it was.  

The night air was very chilly, church looked earie at this time, with not much illumination, it felt like anything could be watching from the shadow the structure made.  

As he approached through the back of the church, he saw a vehicle exiting through the other side, it was Bob. John maneuvered the vehicle to follow but made sure to do so at a safe distance.  

Bob was exiting town, and for a quick second John wondered if he had finally decided to just leave Custer Grove behind and go somewhere else.  

But he then took a turn into the woods, John tried to stay as close as possible, this part of the forest felt like some kind of maze, tall trees and no headlights, John had to be careful, or he’d have an accident at any moment.  

A few minutes deep into him following Bob and he can see the vehicle is parked a bit up ahead, he stops where he’s at and turns off the car, nothing but the sound of the wind and the owls cooing from the trees.  

John steps out of the truck, he tries to make no noise and starts walking over to the impala.  

He stops when he feels something cold and metallic touch the back of his neck and a light point at him. Seems he wasn’t as sneaky as he thought.  

“Put your hands in the air or I’ll shoot.” Bob says, his voice sounds extremely demanding.  

John obeys.  

“Ok, now turn around so I can see you.”  

John feels very stupid right now, would’ve been better to just wait for him back at church. “Hey, Bob.” He tries to smile.  

Bob lowers his gun, “John, what the hell are you doing here!?”  

“Hey, language remember?” John tries to make a joke, it doesn't land.  

“I’m serious, John, this is dangerous! Go home, now!”  

“No.”  

“What? John I am being very serious, you can't be here, it's not safe, please, you have a family.”  

“I need answers Bob, and I have a hunch you have the information I need.”  

Bob looks back at him, John hadn’t really put it together, but his eyes showed fear, Bob really wanted him to go. “John, please, I beg you.”  

John reflects at his request for a moment, “If I go, and you do what you have to do here, will I be able to get some answers from you, tomorrow?”  

Before Bob can respond, a figure appears to John’s left, a man , face disfigured, claws covered in blood, his body seems to have been burned.  

“Lookout!” Bob screams, he puts himself in front of John and is sent flying out, his body impacts with a tree and he falls to the ground with a loud thud.  

“Bob!” John jumps into his truck and pulls out his rifle, a direct shot into that things head, and it falls straight onto the ground. John stays put where he was standing, his rifle still firm and pointing at the now limp figure, his legs are trembling, “Bob, are you okay?” no response.  

John starts walking backwards towards Bob, but he doesn’t take his eyes off that thing, just in case.  

Bob’s unconscious, but still alive. “Shit, c’mon Bobby, wake up.” John tries to shake him awake no response.  

A loud screech suddenly reminds him of the disfigured demon, it’s now back on two legs and marching straight towards them, John lifts his rifle, but it catches up to him before he can shoot, they’re both now wrestling with the gun in their hands.  

John tries to push it off as best as he can but it’s clearly stronger than him, he puts his whole-body weight into pushing it away, only managing to get it far from Bob.  

John then takes a wild decision he pokes the thing’s eyes and hard as he can, it lets out a terrifying sound and John uses this moment to push it off, he shoots at it, he knows this will only slow him down but maybe that’ll help him.  

He heads towards Bob’s car, he must have something else that can be useful against it, just like how he burned off the one he saw the other night. He quickly scavenges his options, there’s a blade of sorts, a knuckle brass, a vial of water and salt.  

John grabs the blade and the salt; he turns around and sees the creature coming back towards him. He gets a crazy idea, but he needs time, he shoots at it again, slowing it down just enough so he can run into the woods, he plans on using the maze-like environment to his advantage.  

His footsteps are quite loud, as he runs across the woods, the leaves crunching under his every step, he stops behind a tree. He begins to load his gun with salt, he saw this in a movie once, and MythBusters hadn’t tried it yet, so now John was gonna find out if it worked or if he was a dead man.  

He’s breathing heavily, the running and the fighting have him exhausted, he tries to control it as best as he can, no luck.  

John can hear it approaching, but he can’t figure out where it’s coming from, suddenly it sounds like it’s on his right, then on his left. Then it all becomes quiet, too quiet for John’s liking. He peeks from his hiding spot, nothing.  

That’s when he hears a branch cracking, John looks up, he’s met with that thing nearly face to face.  

It lunges at John, he reacts quickly shoving the blade into its neck, both falling to the ground, John pushes it off removing the blade and instantly lifting his rifle, he shoots. A cloud of dust fills the air, it’s not what John expected it to do.  

But it works, the creature is now in pain, it screams violently, vomiting blood everywhere, the sight makes John nauseous, but it’s still not dead.  

“My God, why won't you die?!”  

John shoots at it again, and he runs back from where he initially came from, heading to find Bob, he might be awake, he needs his help.  

When John finds his way back to where the cars were, he realizes that Bob is nowhere to be found, neither is his car. Did Bob abandon him?  

Before John can overthink, the creature screams again and is now running towards him like some wild animal.  

John has his rifle set when a pair of headlights appear directly at the creature, the car runs straight into it, crashing into a tree, the creature is now stuck between the tree and the impala.  

Bob gets out the car, tumbling as he does so. He has the vail of water in his hand he throws it at the monster forming a cross, smoke comes out from where the water touches its skin.  

Bob begins to recite some kind of chant. “ Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica, ergo draco maledicte, ut ecclesiam tuam secura, tibi facias libertate servire, te rogamus, audi nos!”  

Black smoke begins to come from the creature’s body, it screams in agony, as it seems to be burning from the inside, in a matter of seconds there’s nothing left of it, except a trail of soot on both the tree and Bob’s car.  

Bob falls to the ground, John runs over to him, and lifts him into his arms, “Hey man, are you okay?”  

Bob faintly responds, “You shouldn't have risked yourself, you should've left me here.”  

“Like hell I was gonna do that, c’mon, we’ve gotta get you some help, your arm’s bleeding, and you need to rest.”  

John carries him and heads to the truck; Bob’s face buries into John's arm and John tries to ignore how warm it feels.  

He rests Bob on the truck’s seat and places his seatbelt, he closes the impala’s window's, takes out Bob’s stuff and then locks it, he’d come get it tomorrow with Joaquin’s help, no one came out to this part of the woods, so it would be ok for the night.  

He arrives at his house, making sure not to make any noise as to wake the Neighbours, they didn't need to see John carrying the town priest in his arms and taking him into his home.  

Bob lays still in John’s bed, he slightly wakes up when he feels a sting, John’s cleaning his wounds.  

“Hey, don't stress yourself, you’re okay, we’re in my house, I brought you here after you passed out.”  

Bob doesn't say anything, but he gives John a small nod.  

John smiles at that, “Ok, you need to rest, your arm got the most damage from that tree, but we’ll have the doctor check that tomorrow, ok? I’ll come check on you every now and then.”  

As John gets up, Bob grabs his hand.  

“Thank you, John, I don't know what would've happened if you weren’t there, sincerely, I owe you, my life.”  

John smiles and slightly tightens his hand. “Don't use all your energy, we’ll talk about it tomorrow, for now get some rest.”  

Bob nods and let’s go of him, closing his eyes and trying to sleep.  

John goes into the living room, as he prepares to sleep on the couch, he checks the clock, 01:46 AM.  

Friday  

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John constantly woke up without the need of an alarm, his instinct told him to keep checking on Bob, just in case. Like the last 4 times he checked up on him, Bob was sound asleep, his facial expressions had completely softened, that made John feel at ease, seems he wasn't feeling pain anymore.  

His mind still couldn't comprehend what had happened last night, the thing attacking them, the fact Bob had to pretty much exorcise it from existence or the fact that they actually survived. John wouldn't have bet any money on it, but he’s still here.  

He wished Bob would get up and give him something, but he also was aware of his injuries, poor Bob, he’s been in this town for about a week, and he’s already been hurt about two times, that John’s aware of.  

He feels like he’s been staring too much, but it’s comforting to see Bob resting and being at peace. John would also like to feel that for a change.  

He sighs and heads into the kitchen, no use in trying to sleep anymore, his alarm will go off in about 10 minutes.  

He prepares his coffee as usual, ready for another busy day at the shop, he starts writing a note to leave so Bob knows he’s downstairs in case he needs anything or in case he needs a ride to the church. However, there’s no need, Bob enters the kitchen as he writes.  

“Hey John.” He says, his voice so low almost like he’s ashamed of naming him.  

“Bob, you should be resting, you took one hell of a beating last night.”  

“I’m ok, honestly, plus I know you’ve probably got to get to work, I don’t want to be more of a nuisance.”  

“C’mon man, you’re not... I’m glad you’re ok.”  

“I’m guessing you’re also itching to get some answers on what happened last night.”  

Bob was right, but in the light of their current situation, he decided it was best to let him heal first and talk when the time was right. “That’s not important right now, you healing is.”  

“I promise I’m going to tell you everything. But first I need to get to the church, before anyone notices I’m missing, I don’t wish to start a panic.”  

“I’ll take you; your car is still in the woods, I was gonna send one of my boys to tow it here to get it fixed.”  

“John, you don't have to...”  

“Free of charge of course, and tonight, I’m treating you to a nice homemade dinner, it’ll allow us to talk in private, plus not to shit on the food at the congregation...”  

“Language, John.”  

“Sorry, but you haven’t tasted a great meal until I’ve cooked for you.” John gives him reassuring smile.  

“I’m very fortunate you’re the man who saved me John, I mean it.”  

John can feel his face start to feel warm, something in the way Bob said it, made him feel... good.  

“Let me take you into town, I’ll pick you up tonight at around 8, that sound good?”  

“It does.”  

John left him at church as promised, Bob gave him a quick blessing and told him he’d have a great day.  

John honestly felt like he would, Bob's words were very reassuring.  

When he gets home, Yelena’s already opened the shop, and Joaquin is helping get the cars out. Good thing he’s still on time this week.  

John greets them, “Morning, guys, I brought donuts from town.”  

He sets the box on a table and heads quickly to the office to retrieve the coffee from the coffee machine. Yelena and Joaquin stare at the box of freshly baked goods.  

“Fresh donuts on a Friday? Is it a holiday? Did someone win the lottery?” Yelena asks, acting shocked.  

“Shh, don't ruin his good mood, we might get actual good coffee, next.” Joaquin adds.  

“Oh c’mon, the donuts and coffee I get for you daily aren't that bad, are they?”  

Neither of them responds, they just eat in silence.  

“I went to town and the bakery was open early, I decided you guys deserved a treat.”  

“Why were you in town so early?” Joaquin asks.  

Before he can even respond, Ava appears and answers for him, “It seems John had to take his overnight visit back into town... may I know why the very handsome priest was leaving your apartment this morning?”  

John tries to come up with a good excuse, he can’t tell them he was off murdering a creature from hell.  

“Wait... did he stay with you all night?” Yelena asks, a devilish smirk forms on her face.  

John doesn't really respond, the answer is a yes, but it sounds wrong when thinking about it.  

“Whoa, boss, you hooked up with the priest, isn't that illegal?” Joaquin asks very concerned.  

“What!? No, I didn’t hook up with Bob, he...”  

“Bob? He’s got a nickname already; he's been here like what, a week and you’ve already made him fall for your charms.”  

John's face turns red, “Guys, I didn't hook up with Bo- Father Reynolds, he had an accident out of town, and I brought him here because he was badly bruised. His car’s still out there, and I was gonna tow it back here. I let him stay here to make sure he didn't bleed out or something.”   

The three of them stare at him, not fully convinced.  

“And for the record, I’m straight, and even if I wasn’t, hooking up with a priest is wrong. They’re devoted to God.”  

“Well. they say they are, but some of them like to wander off that path every now and then.” Ava remarks.  

“Well, I mean, he’s young and single, you’re single, don’t know about young, but it would make sense if you two liked each other.” Joaquin adds, “Plus, we’re not gonna judge you, priests need love too.”  

Yelena and Ava burst out laughing.  

John groans in frustration, “Ok, this conversation is over, I did not hook up with anyone, Father Reynold’s vehicle is totaled and needs repair, so Joaquin you and I are taking the tow truck and bringing it here, without drawing too much attention, ok? And I ask that this whole ordeal stay between us four, okay?”  

“Yes, sir!” The three of them mockingly respond.  

They head out to the woods, where the impala was left, the road was silent and awkward, John felt like the team was pretty much certain he hooked up with Bob. He didn't like that they were making those assumptions, he wasn't homophobic or anything, but he knew he liked woman, he’s loved Olivia since forever, plus Bob’s a priest, that’s wrong on so many levels.  

When they arrive to the spot where the vehicle was, John could see the tree covered in soot, just like the black smudge left in the forest from the first encounter he had with these things.  

“Woah, what the hell happened here? Looks like Father Reynolds ran over something and got the tree, and his car covered in tar.” Joaquin said.  

“It’s soot.” John responds.  

“What’s the difference?”  

John leaves out a small sigh, “We can investigate that later, help me hook the car to the truck.”  

“Yes, sir”  

As Joaquin pulled the car up to have it towed, John went over to the tree, he remembered what happened last time he touched it, the small town he saw and the people panicking.  

He wondered if... in the broad daylight, something would happen.  

His curiosity got the best of him, he touched the tree and was now at the edge of a town, it seems like it’s been abandoned, no screams this time, just houses that were abandoned, the doors and windows wide opened, stores seem to have been left during business hours.  

John takes a few steps forward and heads into a small cafe, the food was left on the tables, some untouched, some just started eating. Before he can theorize anymore, he notices everything beginning to get darker, as he turns to the windows, he sees the light disappearing, like something is sucking at it, but before he can go outside, he’s back in the woods.  

“Boss, you good?”  

John turns around and sees Joaquin standing near the truck, his face full of concern.  

“Sorry, I spaced out. Let’s head back.”  

John took it upon himself to get Bob’s car all fixed up, it wasn’t really that damaged, the motor was spared, and the damage was mainly superficial, the bumper was dented and so was a part of the hood, but the windshield only had a few cracks. It still ran properly, no leaks anywhere, he would have it ready in no time.  

He was now trying to focus on finding the perfect thing to make for dinner, he wanted to make a good impression, Bob was gonna be his guest, and while John is not religious, he remembers his grandma would make him dress up whenever the priest went to their home, made it seem like an important deal. He finally settled on some chicken alfredo pasta, his family recipe always got him some praise, he’s sure Bob will like it.  

He avoided telling his plans to the others, they had already given him enough crap in the morning, he didn’t need to hear anything else throughout the day.  

When their shift ends, he says his goodbyes and heads into town to get all the things he needs, making sure to make a list as he didn’t want to have to make two trips.  

On the way back home, his thoughts begin to take him back to what he saw earlier, the abandoned town and the sudden darkness. He was hopeful Bob would know more about what was happening. He’d know in only a few hours.  

He gets to work, cooking the pasta, pounding the chicken, making sure its cooked evenly and not burned, he makes sure the butter and cream cheese are melted to the proper temperature. He enjoys himself in the process, it had been a while since he cooked something like this for someone other than Dylan, and even then, when Dylan was having a fit, John would end up being the only one eating what he had made.  

He tastes the final product, perfection.  

The clock read 19:30, John heads to take a quick shower, the warm water feels great against his skin, he’s keen on looking extra nice today. It's not his first time seeing Bob but at least this time, it won’t be under the circumstances of almost dying or seeing something horrendous, just a nice dinner and two adult men talking, kind of like a hangout.  

He puts on a nice blue shirt and some jeans that aren’t covered in grease, he looks at himself in the mirror while combing his hair neatly, he then pauses for a sec, he’s only doing this because Bob deserves a night free of horrors, right? This has nothing to do with trying to impress him, no, John doesn't like men like that. Bob’s a friend.  

He reassures himself and heads to his truck, making sure to arrive on the dot.  

He’s parked outside of the church, while he waits, he checks his messages, John had asked Olivia if he could pick up Dylan tomorrow morning instead, as he had an unexpected commitment, she didn’t ask questions, she just agreed.  

When he looks up, he finds Bob is exiting the church dorms and heading his way, he’s not wearing his usual attire, he’s wearing a blue cardigan sweater and black jeans, black sneakers instead of his boots. He looks good in casual clothing.  

John’s aware he's been staring for a while, and tries to act normal, he exits the car to greet Bob.  

“Evening, father.” He says with a warm smile across his face.  

“John, thank you for the invitation, I hope I’m not interrupting any plans you may have had.”  

“No plans whatsoever, I think that after last night, you needed something to help cleanse your experience of Custer Grove.”  

Bob nods and gets into the truck, the ride back home is silent, but not awkward, it's just silent.  

When they arrive, John runs in to get the plates served, Bob helps him set the table. Before they sit to eat, Bob takes his bag and brings out a bottle of wine.  

John gives him a nod of approval, “Thanks, Bob, this’ll go great with dinner.”  

“I didn't want to come empty handed.” They sat down, “Would it be ok if I give a small prayer before we eat?”  

“Of course, go ahead.”  

Bob extends his hands, and John takes them, they both close their eyes while Bob thanks God for their food, and for John saving him the other night.  

Before they begin to eat, Bob speaks, “I know you have a lot of questions, John, and I think we should start at the beginning, why I’m here, and what’s been going on...”  

“You don't have to do that just yet” John interrupts, “I’m not the most intuitive guy, but I’m guessing this isn't something that’s been going on only for a couple weeks. You deserve to enjoy your dinner first, relax a bit, we can talk later, the night is young.”  

Bob blushes a bit and gives a subtle nod, John’s not sure where all this protective energy is coming from. But he’s been in situations like this, where frustration gets the best of you, had it not been for Lemar and Olivia, John would’ve made some very poor decisions in the past, having someone who can give you a sensation of security, really does help.  

“John, this is delicious, you’re an amazing cook.” Bob says as he tastes the pasta.  

“I'm glad you like it” John genuinely feels relieved that he liked it.  

“So, did you grow up in Custer Grove?” Bob asks.  

“Yes, sir, born and raised, my great grandparents moved here back in the sixties, and every generation from then on has lived here.”  

“So, are your parents also in town?”  

John shakes his head, “Used to, but my folks left about 5 years ago, my dad’s late work partner gave him his home in Florida, before he passed away, and they decided they wanted to retire there.”  

“How, curious, I’m from Florida as well... I grew up in Lake Mary. I’m the youngest of three siblings, Susan and Jonathan are their names, do you have siblings, John?”  

“No, I’m an only child, mom was pregnant with a girl before me, but she got really sick and lost the baby. Would’ve been at least five years older than me.”  

“I’m sorry to hear that.”  

“Yeah, stuff happens, do you see your family often?”  

“I used to, but ever since I was ordained and settled in Georgia, it's been hard.”  

“What made you decide to be a priest?”  

Bob stays silent for a moment, he stops eating, his eyes fixated on the plate, John doesn’t say anything... “I wanted to be a teacher, I was very into history and math, thought I could help children learn, but, after I found out about the existence of demons, after I found out my parents were hunters I decided I wanted to be like, them, when things went bad... I found refuge and support in the church, that's why I became a priest, but as you can tell, I haven't stopped following the family business.” He lets out a nervous chuckle, his eyes begin to water. “Sorry John, I didn’t mean to...”  

John reaches for Bob’s hand, “You don't have to apologize, it’s good to let those things out sometimes, and I’m the last person in the world who’s gonna judge you.”  

They continue to eat on silence; they don’t let go of each other’s hand.  

John begins to have an internal crisis, why does holding Bob’s hand feel so reassuring? Does he really like Bob? No! He's straight! He likes girls, plus Bob's a priest, a relationship with them, probably sends you directly to hell or something. But wait, don't pastors usually have families? Are a priest and a pastor the same?  

“John, is everything ok?”  

“Yes, let me serve us a bit of wine!” He gets up and opens the bottle, returning with two glasses in hand.  

“Thank you.”  

John decides it’s time to switch the conversation. "Hey quick question, what’s the difference between a priest and a pastor?”  

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It had been such a lovely evening, they both learned so much about each other, John told Bob about his love for playing the guitar, although he doesn't practice as much lately, and Bob talked about his summer in Venice where he learned how to paint, he’s still an amateur, but it brings him peace when he does it. John offered to pose for one if his paintings someday, and when Bob accepted with a little too much excitement, John began blushing very hard.  

John really appreciated Bob, he was a great person, so kind, passionate, a good listener. Overall, a great friend. That was all John saw him as, nothing more.  

When they finished, Bob offered to wash the dishes, John tried to protest at first but he ended up accepting, he made coffee for them as they had decided to move over to the living room, the evening was about to have a shift in tone and it was better if they were comfortable.  

“Ok, first thing’s first, I am a priest, I studied for years and have devoted my life to god, that part is true, it’s not a cover up.” Bob begins, “Before that I had other plans, but my life has never really been easy, I come from a line of hunters, at least 4 generations. The world is full of creatures that live beside us every day, some blend in trying to simply survive, others are a threat to the population in general. As Hunters, our job is to make sure those threats are contained.”  

“Like those demons.” John interrupts  

“Demons don’t tend to act like that, they usually don't even have a physical form in our world, only in hell. They take over human hosts to interact among us, basically using them as a shield of flesh that can't really die only be expelled.”  

“That’s what you did to the one in the woods, right? When you started speaking in a different language.”  

“Latin, yes, it was an exorcism, it expels the demon freeing it’s host, but the last few times, since they haven’t been inside a human body, the exorcism has, vanished them.”  

“Wait, you said they should have a host, why is that different now?”  

“I honestly don’t know. When I heard about the young man that was mauled in the woods, I requested my change to Custer Grove, I investigated and found that whatever attacked it was not something I had seen before, Wendigos tend to eat their victims and don’t leave skin behind. Vampires aren't uncommon in the area, but they tend to suck the blood and bury their bodies, this creature felt off.”  

“Hold up, so vampires are real? All those fairy tales and legends that old people talk about are true?”  

Bob nods, “A lot of the stories told by our elders are either wisdom handed down by older hunters or folklore from the indigenous people who confronted these creatures in the past.”  

John rubs his temple in a bit of frustration maybe even confusion, “So, you hunters are the reason a lot of us just don’t know about this shit cause you’re handling it before anything goes haywire.”  

“Language, John...” Bob teases, a smirk forms on his face.  

“C’mon man, you gotta admit this is a lot of information, I’ve seen things all my life, but I was never in danger really, I just knew that the shadow things meant someone was going to die.”  

“Shadow people tend to be announcers of death; they are attracted to it and feed off despair for those who lose a loved one.”  

“Do you see them too?” John asks.  

“Not shadow people, however, my gift , is seeing through a demon’s disguise, I'm able to see them within their hosts, with these new iterations, I’ve been able to know where they are, when they manifest themselves.”  

“That's how you knew just where they were in the woods.” John realizes.  

“Correct.”  

John has so many questions, there’s a whole world out there, that regular people know nothing about. Cases of missing people where you’d just assume they got lost while exploring or maybe a wild animal attacked them, but no, turns out they could’ve been killed by bigfoot for all anyone knew.  

Poor Bob, all the things he’s probably seen and confronted, hell, all the people he’s probably lost to fighting these things. Maybe becoming a priest, was his way of staying sane, of finding peace, and yet, here he is, still hunting.  

“Were you born with your gifts?” John asks.  

Bob shakes his head, he takes a sip of his coffee and then let’s out a small sigh, “When my mother was pregnant with me, she made a deal with a demon, to save my father’s life, he had been badly injured during a hunting trip. In exchange, my soul would be reaped at the age of 10. When it was supposed to happen, my father murdered the demon who had claimed my soul, however, I was still touched by their deviled hand, and I saw visions of hell. It was very frightening, fire everywhere, cadavers wherever you looked, and there was lighting striking, I remember I began to wet my bed after that from all the traumas.”  

“Bob, I'm sorry.” John says sincerely.  

“It’s ok, I eventually stopped” He laughed. “But since then, I can see their forms through their vessels. It comes in handy as I know who I can and can’t trust.”  

John nods in agreement, “I also wasn't born with my gift, I was 5 when I saw a dead little girl in the town cemetery, since then I see the shadow people and ghosts constantly dressed in white.”  

“Curious, ghosts tend to make their selves present when trying to communicate something.” Bob adds.  

“Well, she communicated where she was hanged so that was terrifying.”  

“I can imagine. Are those the only things you see?”  

“Used to be for the last 28 years, until last weekend when I began having visions.”  

Bob is intrigued, “What kind of visions?”  

“Well, when I followed you into the forest the first night, I saw you fighting a demon, after you left, I touched the black smudge the demon left behind, and I saw a town, the people were running and screaming. Then I did the same on the tree where you murdered the one we fought, and again I saw a town, only this time it was empty, as if everyone had disappeared.”  

“Was it Custer Grove?”  

“No, wasn't any place I recognized. But the first time I saw it, a ghost approached me, told me They all came back, I have no idea who they are supposed to be. On top of that, I saw a demon in my mirror that kept repeating Deepwood , I have no idea what that means.”  

Bob got up and sat next to John, he put his arm on John’s back and John couldn't ignore how good the contact felt. “Thank you for sharing all of this with me, John, I know it’s not easy. I promise I will help you and the people of this town to stay safe. And find out, what all of this could mean.”  

John smiled at that, “Thanks Bob, guess we’ll have to work together to make sure nothing gets too crazy.”  

Bob’s smile disappears, he stands up, “John, you’re not going to risk your life again. I am thankful you saved me last night, but you can't put yourself in danger like that again.”  

John also stands and is now face to face with him, “Sorry Bob, but you don't get to decide for me, I have a family and friends who I need to keep safe and now that I know demons pose a threat to everyone, I can't just sit by and do nothing.”  

“It’s exactly because you have a family that you shouldn’t be risking yourself, you could die... and I’d never forgive myself.”  

“Bob, we’ve past the whole keeping me safe angle, the moment I decided to keep you safe back in the woods. I can’t stand by knowing you’re risking yourself for everyone’s safety and not having your back.”  

“John, please, I’ve lost people all my life, I lost my parents because of hunting, as well as some childhood friends, you never get used to it, no matter how many years go by. I’ve become quite fond of you, if you get hurt, I don’t even want to think about all the people that depend on you. Hunting is not a joke, we could be hurt, you must understand this.”  

Bob gets his bag and heads for the door, John grabs his hand and pulls him back, there are tears in his eyes. “Bob, please, I lost my best friend and there was nothing I could do to save him, but maybe now I have the opportunity to do something with this gift, as you call it, to save the people I care about. Trust me enough to know I will make sure to keep myself and you, safe. Please.”  

There’s a moment of silence, neither of them can look at the other in the eyes, John reacts the moment Bob’s thumb caresses his hand. Bob let’s out a very long sigh.  

“You must promise me you’ll stay safe, please, if things get drastic, promise me you'll run, you'll prioritize your life and you’ll choose to survive. No matter what may happen to me.”  

John knows damn well he’s not going to abandon Bob no matter how drastic things get, but if he says that, then he won't let him help, so he lies. “I promise if shit gets out of hand I’ll run and choose survival over anything else.”  

“Thank you.”  

John gives his hand a tight squeeze, “Hey look at that, you’re not scolding me for say bad words.”  

Bob rolls his eyes, “Don't get used to it.”  

They finish their coffee in peace, leaving the subject behind, and instead talking about more mundane things. When done, John takes Bob back to his dorm, he thanks him for the evening and blesses him.  

“Get a good night’s rest, John, our works just begun. You’re a hunter now.”  

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Almost 20 Years ago  

The air felt thicker than usual, and the day had a strange sensation to it. Bob's parents forbid him from going to school despite being a Wednesday, and he couldn't comprehend why. It was his birthday and while any kid would love to not have to go to school on their special day, everyone around him was making it feel awkward and uncomfortable.  

His siblings didn't give him any convincing answers, “a hurricane had been announced” Jonathan said, yet the sky was crystal clear and no one around him seem to be preparing for one. “Mom and Dad have a surprise for your birthday.” Susan mentioned, but this was clearly a lie, never had a sibling in the Reynolds home spoiled a surprise for another member, ever.  

He walked into the living room, and turned on the TV, trying to act as unbothered as he could, but he was extremely curious of what was going on. They had put a line of salt on every door and window, and no one could go outside. Bob was prohibited to be alone; someone had to always be with him.   

Lunch was quiet, the whole family was at the table, but no one spoke and as much as Bob tried to make conversation, it died down easily.  

He asked to be excused to his room, but his family protested, at this point Bob was annoyed, he was feeling smothered, and no one could even explain what was going on, it’s frustrating not being taken seriously due to your age, he just wanted a direct answer.  

The day was now almost over; it was officially the worst birthday ever.  

That night he slept in the living room with the rest of the family, a sleepover, his mom said, but it felt nothing like one, no movies, no popcorn, no games. Just trying to sleep, hard emphasis on the trying part, it seems no one could even keep their eyes shut.   

Midnight struck and his parents seem to become relieved, at first John thought they were happy his birthday had ended, that made Bob feel terrible.  

Suddenly the power went out and everyone got up, the only light coming in was from the streetlamps, the atmosphere felt so tense, something felt wrong. The silence so earie it made his skin crawl, he wanted to ask them what was happening, find out if something bad was about to happen, a single knock on the door broke the silence.   

“Samantha, Marcus, I’ve come to complete our deal, please don’t make this harder than it needs to be.” A woman’s voice coming from the outside.  

“Go away, you can’t enter this home!” His dad yells, he pulls a rifle from behind the couch, ready to unload it on their unexpected visitor.   

“That may be true, but you can’t stay locked in there forever, not if you don’t want to starve.”  

No one responds.  

“Oh well, I guess I’ll just to wait for you to die of hunger, then I’ll claim five souls instead of one.” She let out a horrid laugh it echoed through the home, Bob and his siblings were trembling, he’s wetting his pants, and it only became worst when he heard the growling coming from outside.  

In the present.  

Bob woke up with a mild headache, a mixture of his wounds from the previous nights mixed with the abuse of wine he had, he knows he's not supposed to drink, but John had been kind enough to invite him to dinner, it was the least he could do... for dinner at least. Bob owed John his life, had he not been followed, the people of Custer Grove would have found him rotting in the woods, if there was anything left to find.   

Despite how lovely last evening had been, he felt guilty for allowing John to join him on hunting missions, he’s putting himself in harm's way. Bob knows he could lie and simply not tell John when there was danger afoot, but John would see right through him.   

Bob was now determined to keep John safe, while also discovering what these visions meant, as if he didn't already have a lot to do.   

Serving his church brought joy to Bob, honestly, he found solace in his everyday activities, he enjoyed spreading the word of God, allowing the people of the church to rejoice in the communion they shared. A lot of hunters he had met in the past saw him as a fake, as someone trying to hide his reality from the world. Hunters kill, they fight, they make deals with that which is demonic to bring peace to the communities around then, even if it means losing the ones you love.   

Susan and Jonathan had managed to separate their lives from the family business, had managed to each raise a family and keep them safe without having to discover the horrors of the world. Bob could’ve had something like that, he really tried, but everywhere he went, there were people in need, dangers that needed to be dealt with.   

This was his way of honoring his parents, they fought until the end for their families, had they not, Bob would probably be in hell. He was confident he was on the path meant for him.   

Saturday mass was less crowded than Sunday’s, but it still drew in a handful of people, Bob put on his tunic, he looks at himself in the mirror one last time to make sure no bruises were visible, it’s go time.   

Mass goes by without any surprises, people come up to Bob to thank him for the service, some even invite him to have breakfast with their families, he politely declines the offers, there’s another service in two hours, and in between them, Bob regularly checks the paperwork needed to be filled out.   

His life is usually very simple, priest by day, hunter during the night, a vicious cycle that's been ongoing for ten years almost. He was twenty when he made that decision and in a couple of weeks, he’d be thirty. Guess time flies when you’re saving humanity and having existential crises.   

Bob heads into the church to retrieve a paper he left on the table, when a growling noise interrupts his daydreaming, a small dog entered the church and was nibbling at one of the benches. It was a small beagle, with big floppy ears colored brown, small not anywhere near adult size.  

He smiles slightly and heads over to the small dog, it keeps on growling but only because it seems to be frustrated it can’t rip the bench apart.  

“Hello, little one, I don't suppose I can interest you in something else other than church property to chew on?” He lifts the small beagle into his arms, it doesn't protest, it just accepts its fate.   

Bob heads outside to see if he can find their owner, he doesn't need to search for long, a young boy approaches him almost immediately.  

“Cypher! There you are you troublemaker!” He yells as he takes the dog into his arms, “I’m sorry father, I hope he didn't make a mess.”  

“None, my child, dogs are curious creatures, they always like to find someplace to nibble.” He smiles at them both.  

“Thanks, he can be a real hell hound sometimes, or at least that’s what my mother always says.”  

Bob doesn’t respond, he slightly nods and heads back into the church, those words follow him into his dorms. Hell hound.  

His memory goes back to that night.   

The past  

“Mom, what’s the growling noise?” Bob asks.  

“Nothing, sweetie, everything is going to be just fine.” His mother answered trying to reassure him, but her voice is trembling, something bad is about to happen.  

“No, Samantha, he needs the truth, he needs to be prepared.” His dad adds furiously.  

“Know what!?”  

His father put his gun down and kneeled to face Bob, there’s genuine fear in his eyes, “Son, on the night you were born, I was badly injured, your mother made a decision to save me and this family, a deal was made, in which, on your tenth birthday, that demon, would take your soul to hell.”  

“Why would you accept that?” Bob asks with tears in his eyes, “Do you not love me.”  

His mother wraps her arms around him, “Don’t say that, of course we love you. It was such a hard decision for me, I had to, the situation was dire, if I didn't save your father, we’d all be dead, Robert!”  

“No!”, he frees himself from her embrace, his parents may try to make it seem like that was there only option, but it doesn't justify anything.  

Bob ran up the stairs, sobbing uncontrollably, tears running down his cheeks, he locks the door before his parents or siblings can get in, he wanted to be left alone.  

His family called out to him, letting him know they were not going to allow him to be taken, but that he needed to come out, they needed to stick together, otherwise they could all die.  

But Bob’s mind had already convinced itself that his family didn't want him, who in their right mind would offer a child over to the forces of hell? As hard as he tried, his mind couldn’t shake the feeling that he wasn’t loved that he had been expendable since the day he was conceived.    

“Go away!”  

As he tried to calm himself down, he was interrupted by a knock on the window, a woman was now facing him, she had long black hair, her skin was pale white as if there wasn't a hint of life in her body and her eyes, pitch black.  

The image was startling, for one, Bob was on the second floor, that meant she was flying, and her demeanor was unsettling, she's a person but she doesn't seem alive. “Who are you?” He innocently asked.  

“My name is Aurelia; I am a friend of your parents.” She responded, voice haunting and strained.  

“No, you’re not, you want to kill them and me.”  

She smiles, her eyes go from black to a set of blue eyes, she suddenly looks more human “I dont want to kill anyone, Robert, youre parents made a promise to me, and I have come to make sure they fulfill it. Tell me, haven’t your parents taught you to keep your promises?”  

“Bobby! Don’t talk to her!” His father screams from outside the door, they begin to kick it to get it open.  

With a swift hand movement, Aurelia moves the dresser in front of the door, creating a barricade.  

“Aurelia! He is just a child, please!” That was his mother.  

“Come Robert, if you leave with me voluntarily, I promise I will never ever, bother your family again, you have my word.”  

“No! You’re going to kill me.” He responds.  

“I promise I will guide your soul, without any violence, think about it. I can't leave without you; I made a deal with your parents, and if the deal isn't fulfilled, I’ll be in trouble to say the least.”  

Bob is terrified, he’s alone and can't do anything to get out, the dresser is too heavy for him to move, and his only other option is the window, where she waits for him. He curls into a ball and faces the other way, hoping if he prays hard enough, she’ll simply leave.  

“Don’t make this more difficult Robert, you don't want your siblings to starve, do you? I’m not leaving without you, and the moment anyone in this family tries to set foot out of this house, I will have my hell hounds rip them to shreds.”  

Bob faces her, she hasn’t moved a muscle from where she’s placed, her smile creeps him out, it makes his skin crawl.  

She’s about to speak when she's hit with what seems like water, in response her skin releases a puff of smoke and she screams in agony, whatever it was, it was burning her.  

“Stay away from my son you bitch!” his mother shouts, Aurelia leaves the roof and heads down, a gunshot can be heard, Bob’s parents must’ve decided to exit the home.  

Bob remembers what Aurelia said, about the hell hounds, his family could be about to die, and he was going to be responsible for it. Without thinking twice, he opens the window and heads out.  

As he climbs onto the roof, he can see his mother and father shooting at the distance, nothing is there physically but the growls can be heard.  

Another shot, one of the hell hounds takes Samantha’s gun from her and she responds by spraying water over it, another cloud of smoke is released, those things are there, just invisible it seems.  

“Kill them all my beautiful creatures and bring mommy their heads.” Aurelia shouts.  

As the growling noises begin to surround his parents, Bob jumps from the roof, his fall is painful, but he’s overruled by the adrenaline of the moment.  

“Stop, leave them alone!” He shouts.  

“Bob, no! Run inside now!” His mother orders.  

But he’s hurt and unable to get up rapidly, Aurelia heads over to where he’s lying, when he faces her, he sees her real form, a mangled woman, covered in bleeding scars, her eyes have nothing in them, just empty sockets. Bob screams in terror as she approaches, her hand is now a burned all over with claws for nails, she lifts him easily no effort needed.  

“Time to go, I’ll let you say goodbye to your parents before my babies murder them.”  

“You promised you’d let them all live!” Bob protests, voice strained from her choking him.  

She faces him with an evil smirk. “I lied, now say your last words, Bobby.”  

He hates the way she says his name, he hates the fact that everyone is going to die because of him, if only he wasn't so stupid.  

“Mom, Dad, I'm so sorry I yelled at you earlier. I know you guys love me, and I love you.”  

“Bobby don't apologize; everything is going to be ok!” His dad says to him.  

A gun goes off, the bullet goes directly towards Aurelia eyes, another shot and another follow, Bob turns to see where they’re coming from, he then sees his siblings, Jonathan has a rifle in his hand and Samantha a revolver.  

The bullets don't hurt Aurelia, but they do confuse her enough for Bob’s father to approach her, he wraps an arm around her head, exposing her neck and he injects something into her.  

She lets go of Bob and starts shrieking in pain.  

Marcus picks up Bob and starts shouting at the rest of the family “Everyone get back in the house, the hell hounds can't cross the salt barriers!”  

They run as their life depends on it, the hell hounds pursue them, their barking can be heard as they run after the Reynolds. They managed to enter their home and shut the door behind them. Samantha hurryingly adds another layer of salt on the ground as a precaution.  

Bob approaches the back window and is able to get a glimpse of Aureli she is left screeching in pain, she's vomiting blood everywhere, his dad moves him from the window and his mom closes the blindfolds.  

“Bobby, I'm so sorry I didn't tell you any of this before, please forgive me.” Marcus says, he wraps his arms around Bob, all his family joins in, they ‘re safe in their home, for now. Bob knows what he saw today might never leave his mind, but now, all he cared was the people he loved were there with him to keep him safe.  

Bob’s mind focuses back to where he is right now, in the dorms. That night changed his perspective on everything, from that point on his father taught him everything he needed to know to survive in a world full of monsters. He also asked his father to never call him Bobby again, the name had been ruined for him.  

He shakes his head and continues with his day, he has a few more things to get done today, after that he’ll have his whole evening free to start finding out what John’s visions could mean.  

As he heads to the door, he has a vision of his own. He sees the forest south to the south of town, there’s a demon, one with wings? It’s heading his direction. He puts himself together, Bob had fought gargoyles and dragons, but what he saw this time was definitely a demon, one with wings made of burnt flesh. Something bad is coming to Custer grove, and if him and John don't figure it out soon, this place might be an actual ghost town before Halloween is even here.  

Without his car, Bob must walk to John’s shop, he regrets not accepting the offer on a cellphone.  

As he heads out, he’s surprised to see his vehicle outside of the church, even more of a pleasant surprise is the person who drove it here.  

“Told you I worked fast!” John says as he exits the vehicle.  

“John, it looks amazing, as if it had never been in an accident.” Bob gives him a hug, Thank you, very much!”  

John’s face bushes a little, he clears his throat before speaking. “Hey, it’s nothing, I'm glad you’re happy with the work.”  

“I am, truly, and we’re going to need her in good shape, I saw something heading towards town. We need to catch up to it before it arrives and creates a panic, it seems to be a demon with wings”  

“Isn't that just a gargoyle?” John asks.  

Bob huffs out a small laugh, John’s great at lighting the mood, but he needs to get serious, his compromise is to protect the town and keep John safe. “We have no time to lose; I have a few items that can helps us in the backseat compartment along with guns of course, let’s head out.”  

John nods and he sits shot gun while Bob drives.  

Bob had once been saved from damnation, his everyday goal now is to save others from it, and that’s what he was going to do.  

Chapter Text

“So, guns, a blade that’s been engraved with weird symbols, holy water, and the book of the dammed. What a crazy inventory.” John said as he reviewed the items in the back seat.  

“Technically it’s just a regular spellbook, I snatched it from a witch who was causing havoc in Florida, unfortunately, most of the spells don't work unless you were born with magic abilities.” Bob responded, eyes focused on the road, “ The book of spells has been lost for decades now, even humans could perform the rituals written there to catastrophic results.”  

John was amazed at all the stuff he learned every time Bob answered his questions, no wonder regular people like him barley even know all the stuff out there. “Got that, now what's the plan? I’m guessing we strike it down before it swaps some helpless kid off the street?”  

“We need to make sure it doesn’t get into town; the last thing we need is a commotion and general panic spreading across the townsfolk. Especially, since I don't know how this thing will act, gargoyles usually come out at night and dragons only attack virgins, but this thing, might act differently to all of that, demons tend to be more rational. We need to be ready for anything”  

“Aye-aye, captain.”  

Bob focuses on the road while John keeps an eye on their surroundings, they’ve been driving for nearly 15 minutes with no sign of the winged demon, though this is the area where Bob saw it.  

“It’s strange we haven't seen it yet.” Bob breaks the silence.  

“Maybe it’s looking for a virgin like the dragons, guess we don't qualify right?” John says with a dry laugh. He looks over at Bob who seems to side eye him for a moment, “Wait, Bob are you still a...”  

Before he can even ask the question, the car gets impacted from the back. “We’ve got company!”  

The demon has gray skin covered in scars, its eyes are pitch black with horns coming out of the side of its head, the wings seem to be an extension of its skin only no scars cover it, but dried patches of blood on each one.  

“I’ll try to steer it off, you shoot it.” Bob orders.  

John takes the revolver and shoots at its eye, the shot is precise, and it makes the demon get off the vehicle, but it almost instantly strikes them again.  

Bob swivels the vehicle at high speed to try and lose it, but the demon has its grip on the car, it tries lifting them off the ground but doesn’t succeed in doing so. John shoots another bullet this time into its mouth, that manages to get the demon off them for a moment.  

“Do you have any salt!? Last time I shot one of these things, the salt created a smoke that was choking it.” John said.  

“We’re out of salt, holy water can help but I don’t have more than the vile in the back, so we must use it wisely.”  

John grabs the vile and the blade, he can see from his peripheral vision that the demon is coming back.  

“Ok here goes, try to get a bit close to it, I'll make it drink this stuff, see how the little shit likes it.”  

“Language, John!”  

The demon now impacts them from the passenger side, John lowers the window to try and throw the holy water on it, but as he opens the vile, the demon tries knocking over the vehicle with its wings, the vile is sent out flying and spills in the vehicle.  

“We need more holy water!”  

“That's all I have!”  

“Well, you're a priest, can't you make more? Just a bless a water bottle or something?”  

“Kind of in the middle of something, John, I don’t really have time to spare!”  

The demon impacts Bob’s side of the vehicle, he loses control of the steering wheel, and they end up going uncontrollably in circles. Bob manages to get control again after a moment, but the demon isn’t letting them off easy.  

It circles in the sky diving back down after them.  

“Bob, I have an idea, when I tell you, hit the brakes with all your force!”  

“What? Are you crazy!?”  

“Yeah, I thought that’s what you liked about me! Please, trust me!”  

Bob gives him a short nod, they both put their seatbelts on, just in case.  

The creature’s screeches can be heard above them, coming down very fast, it's now or never.  

The moment it’s behind them, Bob hits the brake, the creature impacts the car with such force, its head goes right through the rear windshield, sending pieces of it flying everywhere, John rapidly removes his seatbelt and moves to incrust the blade in its skull, the demon screams in horror, it pulls itself out, John never letting go of the blade, managing to break one of its horns off.  

It flies off screeching in agony, Bob gets out of the car and starts shooting at it, but it manages to escape.  

“Darn it.” Bob says angrily, he kicks the side of the impala, letting those things go is the last thing he wants, he can't let anyone get hurt.  

John puts his hand on Bob’s shoulder, “Hey Bob, look at me, it's okay, we got out of this alive, and at least we manage to hurt that thing, it can't get too far now, all we gotta do is regroup and think of a way to lure it in, finish it off.”  

Bob looks at John, he notices the scratches on his forehead, not anything threating but still he had been hurt. His fingers trail onto John’s face, the sting makes John flinch a bit.  

“Sorry, you got hurt again.”  

John grabs his hand, something he's been doing a lot of lately. “Hey, I promised if things got too risky, I'd stop, but this is nothing ok? You and I are ok, team Gryffindor is still on the go!”  

Bob laughs, “When did we agree on that name?”  

“Well, I don't watch a lot of TV or read a lot, but that’s the house my friend Lemar always talked about, cause you know, Harry Potter’s in that team or something.”  

Bob keeps laughing at the whole ordeal, John just blushes.  

“Thanks, I guess I needed that laugh.”  

“Anytime.”  

Bob realizes he’s been staring for a while; he clears his throat. “Alright we need to properly kill that thing, try to lure it to us instead of going after it to get the upper hand.”  

“Maybe it will come if we use this as bait.” John brings out the horn he ripped off its head.  

Bob takes the horn into his hands, “Great, we can summon it with this. Great job, John. But now the thing is where to summon it? Any open area is too dangerous; we need to trap it inside.”  

“What about the church?”  

“What?”  

“Remember how you said holy water weakens them? The church has an emergency sprinkler system in case of a fire; many volunteers and I worked on it last year. You bless the water reserve; we light a match or something near the fire detector and bam, it burns to death, with water...ironically.”  

Bob shakes his head. “John that plan could go wrong in so many ways, not to mention the damage it will cause inside the church.”  

“Well, there’s no other closed space I know that would be empty, we have a mini market, but it always has at least someone inside plus it’s open 24 hours.”  

“Ok let’s say we manage to bring it into the church; how do we avoid anyone outside from hearing it in case things go in an unexpected turn.”  

“Well, the town center and the park would be empty if a storm came.” John gives him a smile.  

“John, you’re losing me here, what’s your plan?”  

He goes into the car to retrieve the spellbook, “It says here, that there are certain things than can be summoned with the right ingredients, and one of those are thunderstorms, nothing too chaotic but just enough to have everyone snuggled in their homes.”  

Bob gives him a confused look, “What ingredients?”  

“Well mainly moss, river water, some salt, and the most important thing... three drops of a virgin's blood.” John gives him a nervous smile.  

“Oh, you've got to be kidding.”  

Back in town, Bob hurries to make sure all the church doors are properly closed, and no one is inside. John is in the dorms preparing the ingredients for the storm spell, they gathered everything on the way, only thing needed now is Bob's three drops of blood. The conversation had been somewhat awkward, but Bob eventually had to admit that he was indeed still a virgin, John assured him that was nothing to be ashamed of.  

Bob moved the church benches, he began placing a demon trap where the horn was to be placed, with any luck, the wing demon gets trapped in it before causing any havoc.  

When finished he searches for John.  

“Are we ready?” He asks.  

“Yep, just need for you to kindly donate three drops of your pure virgin blood.” John teases.  

“Shut up, John.”  

“Language, good sir.”  

Bob ignores him, he takes a needle from his desk and pinches his finger, allowing three drops to drop in the bowl.  

“Ok, let’s do this.” John reads out the incantation. “ Venti septentrionales, meridionales, orientales et occidentales. Te invocamus ut tempestate afferre! ”  

Silence.  

“Does it say how long it takes to gain effect.” Bob asks.  

“No idea. I guess maybe a few minutes, maybe an hour I...” The sound of rumbling thunder interrupts him, the sky turns dark, a storm approaches and fast.  

“John, please tell me this is just a regular storm and not a hurricane.” He asks concerned.  

“Relax, hurricanes require way more virgin blood.” He teased.  

The heavy rain begins to cover the town, the smell of petrichor is in the air, truly unexpected for the rest of the townsfolk.  

“Alright, let’s get rid of this thing.”  

They head into the church, placing the demon horn in the middle. “Careful, make sure not to erase any part of it, otherwise the trap doesn’t work.” Bob warned.  

“Ok, so let me get the shot guns just in case, I checked the sprinkler system, it’s working great.”  

“Ok, we need to be careful, since there isn't a water reserve, I’ll have to bless the sprinkler water as it falls. John, please be safe.”  

“That applies to both of us, Bob, I’m not going to leave you if things go wrong.” He says as he hands Bob his gun.  

There was no time to protest, it was now or never.  

“Daemon, esto subjecto voluntati meae!”  

They both take defensive positions with their guns aiming at the trap, but nothing, Bob is starting to get really nervous, these demons are defying everything he’s known for the last two decades.  

“I’m no expert on this, but I’m guessing it didn’t work?” John asks.

“Something’s off, it should’ve appeared almost immediately.”  

The storm went on outside, it was quite intense, lightning could be heard in the distance; the atmosphere inside the church was tense, and silent, Bob could hear John’s breathing, it was starting to make him nervous.  

A screeching noise came from outside, the demon flew through one of the windows, sending glass flying everywhere.  

“Crap!” John shot at it, missing it completely and hitting the wall, the demon swooped down on them but missed. “Shouldn’t it have appeared inside the circle thing??”  

“These demons are not like others; we have to bring it down with the holy water.”  

“Light the curtain on fire, I’ll distract it!” John gets up and shoots at it again, he manages to hit its leg. “C’mon ugly!” The Demon once again swoops at John who uses the benches as cover up.  

Bob runs while it’s distracted, he gets to the nearest fire detector and lights a piece of curtain he had in his dorm, trying to make system detect it. Just his luck, the lighter isn't working. “Oh c’mon!”  

Behind he hears some commotion, the demon has John launched across the room, and is now heading over to Bob, he corners him, roaring at the young priest with all it's might. Bob takes a handful of salt he had in his pocket and blows it in its face; this distracts it enough for Bob to escape.  

He runs over to John, he’s ok, just bruised. “Why haven’t the sprinklers gone off?” John asks.  

“The lighter isn’t working. We need to create fire from some source, but all the candles were dimmed.”  

“We need to stop half-assing these plans.” John replied.  

“Yeh, well, we’re hunters not geniuses, let’s make this work. Start a fire!” Bob runs over the creature, he slides beneath it and shoots at its face, this makes it lose its balance.  

“Alright, Bobby!” John yells, he tries to light one of the church curtains on fire, this may cause some damage but hey, sometimes you've got to break a few eggs. The lighter miraculously works and the fire starts out, it’s slow but with the right momentum, it’ll cause the sprinklers to go off.  

Bob’s ammo is over, he is trailing back slowly with the dagger in his hand, the demon is still confused from the bullets to the face it received, but it’s starting to gain focus.  

It launches itself at Bob who incrusts the dagger in its shoulder, it groans in pain but doesn't stop it from lifting Bob in the air.  

John tries to shoot at it, but he’s too scared to shoot Bob by accident.  

Bob tries hitting and punching it in multiple places, it gets as high as possible before ultimately letting him go.  

“Bob!” John runs as fast as he can, before Bob hits the ground, he manages to place himself in between him and the ground, Bob landing directly on top of him with a loud thud. John’s back takes the worst of the impact.  

Both still confused from the impact they lay there for a moment, before the demon screeches again, it's now posted on top of the church altar, fire is consuming one side of the church, truly a terrifying sight.  

Bob gets up and reaches for the rifle, John is still laid out on the floor, he’s not unconscious, but he's having a hard time getting up, the impact really did a number on him.  

“What are you waiting for!” Bob yells, pointing directly at the demon, ready for the worse to happen.  

As the creatures swoops down at him, the sprinklers go off, the water is pouring heavily inside, Bob dodges the demon as it tries to swoop him up, he lets go of the rifle and gets on his knees, hands in the air, he begins “Dear Lord, We come before You seeking purification and renewal, may the sacred waters wash over our spirits, cleansing us of burdens and negativity. May it cleanse our spirits and fortify our hearts, enveloping us in Your sacred protection. Let its purity drive away darkness and fear, and may we always find refuge in Your loving embrace.”  

The water is now blessed, the demon begins to scream in agony, as it tries to head for the windows, the amount of water burning its skin makes it free fall. It impacts some of the benches below.  

Before running to it, Bob checks on John.  

John shifts to his side, “I’m fine, I promise, go, smite the stupid thing so we can go get drunk or something.” Bob gives him a reassuring nod and runs over to the demon, placing his hand in its forehead.  

“... tibi facias libertate servire, te rogamus, audi nos! ”  

A quick huff of black smoke is released but it dies down quickly due to the water.  

John finally gets up, his back is killing him, but they're both lucky, they’re still alive.  

Bob rushes over to him, putting his hands on his arms “John, hey, look at me, are you okay?”  

“Just peachy, Bobby, just peachy.” He looks up and notices the bruises on Bob’s neck and cheek, John puts his hand over it, “does it hurt?” He asks softly.  

“Not when you touch it... Sorry I um... wouldn't worry, but you, I fell on top of you! Are you okay, did I break something, should we head over to a doctor?” Bob’s a mess, he shouldn't have said anything.  

“Yeah, we can visit Dr. Strange later, real name by the way, not mocking him. But we should probably clean up, salvage what we can.” The sprinkler water stops. “And we probably have to dry this place up.”  

“I’ll think of something to tell the board and make it look like it was caused by the storm.”  

They work for the next two hours or so rearranging everything to match their story, the heavy storm cause one of the windows to break, which led to a torch falling and incinerating a curtain, the sprinklers picked up on this and that’s why they went off. Sounds convincing enough.  

They’re lucky the storm continued for a while outside, though not as powerful as in the beginning, they were thankful that they at least didn't cause a flooding or something outside.  

They sit on one of the benches, exhausted to say the least, “Ok, we've cleaned enough, here, c’mon, we’ve done the best we can to make it look decent, I need to take you to the doctor.”  

“Wait just a second, I'm going, I promise, but first, where’s the spot where you exorcised the demon, I need to see if I can touch it and have another vision from that strange town.”  

With all the commotion, Bob didn't even think about that, they probably already mopped it up. He points to where he exiled it, but as expected, there was nothing there. “Sorry, John.”  

“Hey, it’s ok, we’re still gonna figure this out, ok? This was just a misstep, and I mean we managed to kill that thing so, we succeeded, this is a win for us!”  

Bob looks at him, with a warm smile on his face, “Go, team Gryffindor?”  

“We’ll work on the name, now that you’ve said it, I can hear how ridiculous it sounds.”  

They share a quick laugh, John is beginning to feel more comfortable around Bob, more than before.  

There little moment is interrupted by the church doors being knocked on intensely, Bob composes himself as best as he can, and John gets up. His back still hurting but its manageable.  

As Bob opens the door, he’s surprised by multiple townsfolk, they’re here to make sure he’s ok, the storm was apparently bowing things around and causing some havoc outside, no one got harmed thankfully.  

Alexei, is the first to barge in, inspecting the damage, Bob tells them what happened and how John helped him resort the place, many people approached him to thank him for his service, John gives them reassuring nods and says it’s nothing. That's when Yelena approaches him.  

“How convenient that you were here, with Father Reynolds.” She teases, a mischievous smile forms across her face, “sure you weren't keeping him company before the storm even started?”  

“I was bringing him back his car, guess I was just at the right place at the right time.”  

“Sure, you’ve been hanging a lot around him lately, you sure there’s nothing you want to tell me? Get off your chest?”  

“Lena, please, you're acting like your dad, with all these conspiracies.” John teases back.  

“Don't call me that.”  

Their bickering gets interrupted by Bob, “John I want to thank you for your help, and remind you to please have your back checked, that fall was pretty nasty.”  

“What is he talking about John? Did you get injured, and you aren’t going straight to the doctor?” Yelena asked worried.  

“No, I’m fine, just sprang my back a bit...”  

“Nope, not a good answer, I'm telling dad, and we will take you to Dr. Strange, now.”  

She rushes over to tell Alexei.  

John faces Bob, “Hey why’d you do that?”  

“If I didn't, you'd go straight home and act like it was some mild injury, I don’t want you to act like it was nothing.”  

“Bobby, please, you don't weigh that much to have broken my back, even with that fall.”  

“John, I umm... I'm sorry I should’ve said this earlier, but can you not call me that? It's just, it brings me bad memories.” Bob said.  

“Hey man, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to...”  

Bob interrupts him, “I know, now please, go to the doctor, I will see you tomorrow after mass so we can discuss what new information we may have on your visions.” Which is apparently none.  

“Sure, how's my place sound? I could cook us up something nice to celebrate our victory.”  

Bob blushes, “I would really like that.”  

Yelena calls John over so they can give him a ride to the doctor, he says his goodbyes to Bob who is already being approached by the people to see what needs to be done to get the church fixed up as soon as possible.  

Another success story for them, with a few structural damages, and more damage done to the impala, but overall, they really are a great team; Custer Grove is in good hands, for now.  

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After Yelena dragged him to the doctor, John left with a few strained back muscles, he was recommended some rest, a few pain killers and topic creams to help numb any pain. Dr. Strange said he was lucky, as a fall from a higher altitude could've really caused some damage. John decided to omit that he wasn’t the one dropped from midair.  

Once Alexei & Yelena dropped him off home, he was determined to try and relax, the day had been insane, he felt guilty for the damages done to the church, but hey, no one died or is in risk of dying, for now.  

He took his pills the moment he got home, and decided to prepare himself a nice warm bath, he used to do so for Olivia when they were still together, when shifts at the hospital became unbearable. Through time he learned how to make it just right for everyone in his family, perfect temperature, ambience and bath salts.  

He took his dirty clothes off, and placed himself in the tub, the warm water felt amazing against his skin, he closed his eyes for a moment, just letting the time go by.  

His mind wandered a bit to Bob; did they have something like this in the church dorms? Was Bob's bed comfortable enough to relax after a day like this? He would need something major to help him relax, but maybe hunters were used to it, though a nice relaxation moment is always necessary. Maybe tomorrow John could offer him to take a nice bath here, if he wanted to. John can feel himself cringe at the thought of offering something like that to Bob and how he might take it, but it’s just, the man's got a hard life as it is, he’s just being friendly, that’s all.    

As his mind ponders, he notices a weird smell, almost like copper, begin to fill the air. He opens his eyes and finds the tub water is now pure red, no, it’s no longer water, John’s swimming lukewarm blood. He screams in terror and gets up immediately, the blood drenches almost his whole body.   

As he reaches for a towel, a head emerges from the blood-filled tub, it’s a man, his skin fully burned, no eyes in their sockets, parts of flesh missing. For a moment he stays still, as if ignoring John’s existence, meanwhile John can feel his heart racing, the creature turns to john and points. Fear the void, it says.  

“ What do you mean?”  

No response is given, the man sinks bath into the tub, the blood disappears, and everything seems to be back to normal, John’s body is wet but there is no trace of the vital fluid on his body. So much for relaxing.  

John drains the tub and dries himself off. That's enough relaxation for one night, he decides to go to church tomorrow, make sure Bob’s ok and tell him what he saw, talk to him about the void, whatever the heck that was, it sounds serious.  

He tried to get some sleep, but it was useless, the incident in the tub really shook him up, it had been at least a week since he last had a vision, and while in said week he had fought and successfully killed two demons, the visions felt like they had a bigger connotation to them.  

He reached for his phone and started scrolling through the same 3 apps as always, hoping his eyes would tire from the light, no luck.  

At some point he began scrolling through Facebook just checking on random profiles out of boredom, he then thought of searching for Bob, just out of curiosity, after about 10 minutes he found what seemed to be his profile. The profile picture was that of an old couple, and the description was a bible verse, seems it had been years since it was updated.  

Not really anything interesting, mostly shared posts from church and memes, but then one particular picture caught John’s eye. It was from about 9 years back, Bob was on a boat of sorts, showing off a fish he’d caught, he wore a gray sleeveless top, which really showed off his arms, worn out jeans and a black cap covered his head, and he looked very happy.  

John smiled at the picture, Bob looked great, and so happy. He realized he had been staring at the picture for quite a while, so he locked his phone and forced himself to sleep. His priority was finding out what the void was and making sure it wasn't something threatening the towns’ existence.  

As he falls asleep, he dreams of the diner from one if his visions, it’s like he’s stuck in a loop, constantly going inside the diner and reappearing on the street whenever he turns around to see why the sunlight disappears, it starts to become frustrating, there’s maybe twenty loops before he wakes up.  

His clock reads 05:32, better to start the day than try to go back to sleep.  

He arrives to the church about 15 minutes before mass starts, it seems they are having the ceremony within the building after all; the damages were more to the window than anything else. They were lucky the townsfolk trusted Bob and his explanation as to what happened.  

As John heads into the church, he feels a small nudge on his arm and is surprised when he finds Ava next to him.  

“Morning, dear” she says, with a low voice. She wears a black long-sleeved shirt and a long gray skirt, simple makeup but an exaggerated eyeliner.  

“Morning, Ava, I didn't think I'd see you here.” John responds.  

“Well, I come every now and then, Bill really made it a habit when I was growing up and after that window shattering yesterday, I wanted to see it with my own eyes. Now, the real surprise here is you, two Sundays almost in a row. Is there a particular reason?”  

Before John could answer, Yelena tags along, “Well yes, Ava, as I mentioned in my text yesterday, John was already here when the storm broke the window. He was inside with Bob.”  

Ava pretends gasps in shock, “Inside the church? You sinners.”  

“Ok, that’s enough, I was here dropping off his car and I was planning on walking back home when the storm started, Bob was nice enough to let me stay a while, so I didn’t get soaked or anything. You girls are aware I’m a dad, right?” John clarifies.  

“So?” Single fathers can have lovers every now and then.”  

“I don't have a lover, I am straight, Bob is just a good friend, but I do not like men.” He says it with a more frustrated tone. Yelena gives him a look, “Not that there’s anything wrong with that, at all, ok? I support the community; it’s just not my thing.”  

“Relax, I know you're not homophobic, I just think you’ve been single for too long...” Yelena says.  

“Plus, we’ve tried matching you with our friends, and you’ve pretty much never even given them a chance.” Ava adds.  

“Need I remind you I’m in my thirties? You’re both in your early twenties, and so are all your friends, I look like a creep next to them. I know you girls mean well, but I’m ok being single, and Bob is just a good friend, ok?”  

“Ok.” They both respond.  

Inside the church they take their seats, John notices that only Yelena and Alexei are there with him, in his whole 33 years of life, he knew the Shostakov family always went to church together, Melina’s absence was strange.  

He didn't have time to ask as the ceremony began, Bob came out in his white tunic, his hair slipped back as always, and he began to greet everyone.  

Service went by quickly, and just before ending, Bob directed a very special message.  

“I want to thank all of you for the support you provided yesterday afternoon, plans to replace the window have begun in effect, and hopefully within the next two weeks we will have everything fixed”  

The crowd applauds and cheers.  

“Also, I would like to give a special thanks to one of our dear town members who helped me during the storm, John Walker, thank you, I would’ve been really lost had you not been here.”  

The crowd cheers his name, Yelena insists he get up, when he does, Alexei begins shouting louder than everyone, and John feels a bit embarrassed by it.  

Yelena and Ava exchange looks and John catches on to it, but he decides to ignore it.  

The ceremony ends and everyone heads outside.  

Ava mentions she has breakfast with Bill and leaves almost immediately.  

John decides to ask Alexei why Melina was missing, as it was strange they weren't all there together.  

“Well, she has been acting bit strange, she left town a few days ago to drop off some things in the city and she’s been cranky ever since.” Alexei responded, his tone sounded somewhat upset, as if things had been rougher than he wanted to admit.  

He says his goodbyes and heads to his car, Yelena approaches John, “Sorry about that, it’s been years since they’ve had a fight and well, I guess it got the best of him.”  

“Yeah, no I understand, it’s not always easy.” He reassures.  

“Anyways, any big plans for tonight, church savior?” She asks.  

John huffs out a dry laugh, “Well, yeah, actually, I was gonna meet up with a friend, have dinner.”  

“Is that friend a nice young man, named Bob?”  

“Yeah.” He admits defeatedly.  

She chuckles for a moment, “You really don’t see it do you?”  

“See what?”  

“I’m not going to spoil anything, have fun at your dinner. You can tell me tomorrow how it goes.” With that she goes after Alexi, who seems to be moping in his car.  

John is left baffled at Yelena’s last comment, what is he supposed see? He assumes she’s just messing with him and heads to his truck. He's got dinner to make, and he needs to make sure it’s good.  

The day goes by quite quickly and Bob is expected any minute. John decided to go with mac and cheese for dinner, but not any mac and cheese, the good kind, the one that’s made with mozzarella, Colby jack and cheddar, with proper condiments. If there’s one thing his grandma inherited him, it was picky taste buds, so cooking was not something he took lightly.  

He decides to wear a gray button up short and black jeans, a nice clean pair of boots and he fixes his hair, so it doesn't look wild and messy. He wants Bob to stop worrying about him and see he’s a great help for the team.  

There’s a knock on the door, John scurries over and makes sure his hands aren’t sweaty so he can greet him. When he opens the door, he finds Bob in a not so common attire, a black t-shir, blue worn out jeans and his hair is a not at all tamed. John remembers the Facebook picture from last night, the one where Bob looked really good.  

“Hi John, sorry for looking this way, I decided to wash all my clothes, but the dryer stopped working so I had to make do with what I had.”  

John responds with a smile, “Oh hey, don't worry, it’s not like we’re going to an olive garden or something. Besides you look... great. Yeah, you look great.”  

Bob blushes a little, “Thanks, you do too, thanks for inviting me again.”  

“Are you kidding, after everything that happened yesterday, least I could do. Plus, the whole town’s been acting like I saved the church from collapsing, when really, it was you.”  

“It was us.” Bob says firmly, “You’ve been amazing at helping me, John, I honestly don't think I’d be able to do it without you.”  

“Thanks, Bob. I’m glad I followed you into the woods that night.”  

They sit down for dinner and begin to have a conversation on their day, trying to leave behind the whole mess that is their life. It comes easy to them, like lifelong friends talking about their latest mischief, John listens to Bob tell him about his fishing days and how one time a sturgeon pulled on his fishing rod so hard it threw him into the water. John reciprocates by telling him about the time he convinced Lemar of lighting a full box of fireworks during the fourth of July, ended up blowing up part of John’s roof, they were grounded for maybe a year and spent all summer getting it fixed.  

When the conversation changes over to Dylan and Olivia, the tone shifts, and John becomes somewhat more passionate in his way of expressing things, Bob can tell how much he loves his son, he feels like an idiot smiling from ear to ear listening to John.  

By the time John finishes telling Bob about all the things Dylan’s been achieving in school, their plates are empty, he really is passionate about his son.  

“Sorry, I got carried away.”  

“You don't have to apologize for anything, I think it’s amazing you love your son so much.”  

“Thanks, Bob.”  

Bob offers to wash the dishes while John makes some coffee, the evening has gone by extremely quickly and John doesn't want it to end.  

They sit down and begin to discuss what they know so far, John explains his vision and talks to Bob about the void.  

“I’ve never heard of the void, before. It may be something preceding creation, but I’d have to really investigate it. Was that all he said?”  

“Yep, dude said nothing else, just showed up, ruined my bath and disappeared.”  

As they try to join the clues they had, there’s a knock on the door.  

John got up to check who it was, he was surprised to find Yelena of all people, standing outside, she’s shaking and seems to have been crying.  

“Yelena! Are you ok?” Genuine concern heard in his tone.  

“We were having dinner, and they started arguing again, mom threw dad against the wall and when I tried to intervene, she started choking me. If it weren't for my dad taking her off me, I don't know what would’ve happened.” John pulls her into a hug, she begins crying unconsolably. “I’m sorry I didn't know where else to go.”  

“Hey, you don't have to apologize for anything, I’m glad you're okay. Where’s your dad?”  

“Still at home.”  

“Ok, I’m gonna go over there and check on him, ok?”  

“I'm coming with you.” Bob says.  

Bob recommends they go in the impala, just in case, John understood instantly, and he takes shotgun, Yelena decided she didn't want to stay behind so the three of them go together.  

The Shostakov household was on the other side of town, when the family settled into Custer Grove they took a home with a bit more privacy, this really fed people’s belief that they were some type of Russian spy family.  

As Bob parked the car, John asked Yelena to stay behind just so they made sure everything was ok, Yelena wanted to protest, but she knew better than to argue with John about this, he wasn’t going to put her at risk.  

As they exit the car, John notices bob has his revolver in his hand, as if he senses if might be necessary, this makes John feel nervous.  

As they enter the house, they notice all the wreckage, a big fight took place it seems.  

When Melina appears in the hallway.  

“Melina, is everything ok? Where’s Alexei?”  

Bob grabs hold of John’s arm, “That’s not Mrs. Shostakov.” He says with a shaky voice.  

“What?”  

“She’s been possessed.”  

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His full body trembled as the words escaped Bob’s mouth, the fear that Melina’s body was just a host for one of those demonic assholes, was Alexei still alive or did this thing already kill him? Would it have been capable of killing off Yelena just because?  

Rage, confusion, fear, the three things comprising John’s mental state, he wanted to hurt the figure in front of him, but he knew this wasn't at all easy, unlike those previous creatures, the person in front of him seemed cold and calculating, not easily throwing themselves at them for the sake of doing so.   

He musters the courage to speak “What have you done with Alexei?”  

“That idiot got on my nerves, but don't worry he's still alive, one can't waste a perfectly well host just like that.” She responds, no emotion in her voice.    

“What do you want with this family?”  

She doesn't answer, she just shifts her focus from John to Bob.   

“Well, and here I thought this town was hunter free, a new place for deals to be made and souls to be reaped. But now that you and this family are aware of what's going on, I can't risk letting you warn other people.” She lifts the table next to her and swings it over to the boys.   

In a frenzy they dodge it and fall to the ground, Melina runs over and lifts John, she throws a punch at his stomach and then kicks him, Bob tries to tumble her over, but she grabs him and sends him flying towards the wall.   

John is hesitant about hurting her, that's still Melina’s body and any damage to it will mean damage to Melina once she’s free from this possession. He needs to trap her so they can exorcise the demon out.   

Both John and Bob get up, each with a piece of ruble in their hand, maybe they can at least knock her out so they can go through with an exorcism, though it seems highly unlikely that his plan could work.   

They launch themselves at her, the outcome as expected is them getting their asses kicked, John pushed out of the living room into the hall, while Bob is sent flying through the window, he lands in the front of the home where Yelena watched in horror, she exits the car and hurries over to him.   

Inside, Melina pounces on John who kicks her in response, knocking her on her back for just a moment, she lifts herself up without any effort, John blows a punch at her face, she easily dodges it, she responds by kicking his leg and then punching his face.   

Dazed and confused, John realizes he can’t beat her at hand-to-hand combat, he quickly grabs a handful of dust from the floor blowing it into her face, she lets go of him and grunts in annoyance while wiping her eyes. He runs for the kitchen, he needs salt, or anything that can help him keep her distracted for a while.  

Outside, Yelena helps Bob get up, he has scratches all over his face.   

“Father Reynolds, what is happening?!” She asks concerned.  

“Your mother has been possessed by something evil.”  

“What are you talking about!?”  

“I promise I will explain everything, but we’re going to need your help. Can you be strong for your parents?” He asks.  

Yelena is still trembling, she looks inside her home, that destruction that has been caused, broken pictures, scattered glass, her home memories, all gone in a moment from this thing in her mother. She looks back at Bob and nods.  

 “Good, pay close attention.”  

Back inside, John scrambles into the kitchen, he opens the counters desperately looking for some salt, maybe a knife just in case things go wrong.   

He turns around and gets startled by Melina standing in the kitchen entrance, she looks at him as if pitying him. “Oh John, look at you, playing hero, you know, Melina and Alexei always saw you as pathetic, felt sorry for you and your situation. But don’t worry, you won't have to endure that for long.” She pulls a blade from her belt and slowly approaches John.   

In response, he pulls out two knives from the kitchen drawer, it shouldn't have come too this, but John needs to defend himself, he’s not dying tonight.  

Melina swings at his left rib but misses by a mere few inches, John launches his own attack at her neck, but she dodges and steps back. She lifts a piece of the kitchen counter and throws it at John as a distraction; in the commotion she manages to strike his arm, causing a painful cut which stings John to his core.   

“Red looks really good on you John, it’ll look even better when your fully covered in it.” She launches a few feet in the air, landing right on top of a John, he manages to barricade her blade with his knives, but she’s stronger than him, she pushes her blade too close to his neck, his heart beats as fast as it can as this could be his last few moments.  

The blade manages to scratch the surface of his skin, but before being able to break through, Bob steps in and pours holy water over Melina, causing her to jump in pain and getting off John.   

Bob lifts John up, urging him to exit the home, as they head to the entrance, Melina gets up and begins to follow, she’s stopped mid track when she notices a line of salt has been placed on the ground. She then heads through the diner; there’s an exit on the other side, another line of salt, it seems Bob got straight to work while John was getting the crap beaten out of him. The salt maze gives her only one option, she's going to have to exit through the window.   

Bob is tending to John’s bloody wound when Melina trots out of the house.  

“Well, and here I thought you cowards would at least try to run.”  

“Well, we’re a lot of things, but never cowards.” Bob responds, he looks over to Melina’s left, “Now, Yelena!”  

As Melina turns around, she sees the young blonde with a lighter in her hand, dropping it at the ground, the fire begins to surround her, creating a demon trap on the yard.   

Melina screams in frustration, “You filthy hunters, always playing dirty!”  

Yelena slowly approaches the boys. “Are you okay, John?”  

“Oh yeah, just a regular Sunday for me lately.”  

“Focus the both of you.” Bob interrupts. “Why have you come to Custer Grove?” He asks Melina.  

She smirks, “I already told you, a new town full of unsuspecting people, good for business.”  

“That can't be the only reason you’re here, after years of not bothering this town.” Bob protests.  

“Well, you're partially right, Father , I was unaware of this pathetic town’s existence...”  

“Hey!” Yelena and John say at the same time.  

“But after finding out it did, I wanted to see if for myself, find out if there was anything fun to do around here, beside torture the locals.”  

John thinks she actually sounds sincere, so he proceeds, “What about the demons that have been approaching town recently, ones with burnt skin, horns, that don't need a host?”  

Her expression goes from anger to confusion as if it was something she was not expecting. “What are you babbling about? Demons don’t have a physical form in your world. You must be confusing them with some other creature.”  

“They’re also weak to holy water and die when exorcised.” Bob adds.  

“What are you two idiots babbling about, exorcisms don't murder us, they only send us back to hell. Stop wasting my time with your nonsense.”  

“It's not like you have anywhere to go, remember.” John says as he points to the demon trap, she's in.  

Yelena decides to speak, a part of her doesn't want to interact with whatever it is that has taken over her mother, but she needs to know if Alexei is ok. “Where is my father?”  

Melina doesn't respond she just stares, a smirk so menacing it makes their skin crawl.  

“He’s not dead, is he?” She asks nervously.  

“No.” John intervenes, “She told us earlier that he was ok.”  

“What if I lied.” The way she says it stops everyone in their tracks, she’s pure evil.  

Yelena starts trembling at the thought, Bob grabs her shoulders and gives her a look of reassurance. “It's going to be ok.”  

John is less patient, he grabs the vile of holy water and throws some on her, she screeches and squirms at it burns her. “Where’s Alexei!?” he demands.  

“The fat idiot is in the basement, he was causing trouble to me, but he is strong, I was going to save him for when a friend arrived.”  

“Ok, let me go find him.” Yelena says.  

Bob stops her before she can go any further, “Wait, stay here where it's safe, in case, he’s also been possessed.”  

“Bob, you’re not going alone.”  

“Yes, I am. You need to protect Yelena, plus in case necessary, exorcise this demon.” He hands John his book with the words to exorcise Melina.  

“I will be back shortly, I promise.”  

As he heads inside, Yelena hugs John, he reciprocates. “What if he’s...”  

“No, don't think about that, he's ok.” John affirms.  

Back inside the house, John slowly approaches the basement door, it opens with a loud creek that makes Bob somewhat nervous. He turns on the light and can see a figure below, he goes down the stairs with extreme caution.  

He sees Alexei tide up to a chair, not a demon just a wounded man.  

“Mr. Shostakov!” He says with a sigh of relief.  

Alexei lifts his head up; he is badly hurt but he is stronger and more resilient than one would expect. “Father?” he says as he figures out the silhouette in front ig him.  

“Yes, John and I came you help you and Yelena.”  

“Lena, my girl, is she ok!?”  

“She's fine, she’s as strong as her father.” Bob says as he unties him from the chair, “C'mon we must go outside, she wants to make sure your safe.” He helps lift him up, but boy is he heavy, still Alexei puts his effort and tries standing on his own.  

As they head upstairs, Bob hears him mumble something about Melina, he hopes the situation happening outside doesn’t cause him too much shock.  

Yelena stands nervously outside, she wishes she had a cigarette or something to ease her anxiousness, she tries to avoid looking in her mother’s direction, is makes her more nervous and doesn't help.  

The moment she sees her father's silhouette coming out the house she rushes over, tears falling down her cheeks, she embraces him tightly but slightly let’s go when she hears him grunt in response.  

“Daddy, you’re alright!”  

“My sweet Lena, course I am. Your father is a rock, not for nothing he was selected for top mission which brought him to America.”  

Yelena lets out a soft laugh, she hadn't realized how much his made-up stories made her feel like everything was ok.  

Bob approaches John and continues his interrogation. “Now, where were we? What is happening with all these attacks?”  

“I already told you; demons don’t do any of those things. How hardheaded can you hunters be?”  

“Alright then,” John interferes. “What’s the void?”  

She straightens her back; her facial expression shows genuine shock at the words. “Where did you hear this?”  

“Saw it in a vision, what is it?”  

She hesitates to speak for a moment, “The void is what was left of the initial darkness of the universe, before God created everything.” She says it with fear in her speech. “If what you saw is true, then you better say goodbye to your loved ones, you have all been sentenced to die.”  

“What are you talking about?” John asks exasperated.  

Suddenly Melina starts screeching, from her mouth a black cloud exits her body, flying off into the distance. Melina falls unconscious onto the floor.  

“Mom!” Yelena yells as she runs over.  

Bob and John approach as well, Bob instantly checking her vitals. “She’s alive.”  

“What was that?”  

“The demon left her body willingly, it expelled itself.”  

“Why would it do that?” John asks confused.  

“Maybe it feared the void?” Bob responds, more of a guess than an answer.  

Shivers went through John’s body, his head creating scenarios and asking questions that had no answers now. How horrific can the void be, can they stop it, and more importantly, when is it coming?  

“Ok, let’s get her inside, we can talk about this later.”  

They go inside and head to the bedrooms, thankfully, the second floor was spared by the demon’s rampage. As they settle Melina into the bed, Bob insists Alexei lie down too, however, he protests, “I must stay awake to protect daughter and wife, what if that demon comes back.”  

“It’s not going to, I promise, I will put salt on the entrances and give you guys a vile of holy water. However, the priority now is checking both of you, especially you, Alexei, you took a lot of damage, we need to make sure there are no serious injuries.” Bob says.  

“I will call Dr. Strange.” Yelena says.  

“Ok, but what do we do about the destroyed house? How do we explain that to him?” John asks.  

They all stare at each other, hoping to get some kind of clarity form one another.  

“Well, we could try one thing.” Bob says, “The book has an illusion spell, I didn’t think any of the spells in the book could actually work, but after the storm, I believe we can make it happen.”  

“I’m sorry, but this is too much, my mother was just possessed and now you’re mentioning magic. What is happening?” Yelena asks.  

“I promise you, I will explain everything. But first let's do what needs to be done to get your parents checked out.” John responds.  

Yelena let’s out a loud sigh. “Fine”  

John looks over to Bob, “Alright what do we need.”  

They scatter through the rubble to find the ingredients, a tablespoon of salt, an image of the illusion which will be replicated, lavender and two drops of virgin blood. Bob omits the virgin part to avoid embarrassing himself in front of Yelena.  

Once added into a bowl, he grinds the lavender and salt, pouring it over the picture of the living room in one of the family portraits, he adds the blood and begins. “ Fac mihi illusio veram.”  

The rubble is hidden under a perfect clean floor, as well as the window which now has its glass intact, the whole house looks amazing.  

“I must be dreaming, this is crazy.” Yelena says, “Father, any chance I can use that to avoid cleaning my room.”  

Before they can bicker, a car pulls up outside, they try to act as normal as possible before greeting D. Strange.  

“Good evening, Yelena, gentlemen. Father Reynolds, what happened to your face?”  

“It's a long story doctor, a wild animal encounter but John and I had it easy, however, Mr. and Mrs. Shostakov did get a beating, we wanted to make sure they aren't gravely injured.”  

“Oh my, what was it? A bear?”  

“Yeah.” The three respond in unison.  

After about a half hour, Dr Strange comes down, he reassures them that they will be fine, but they do need a lot of rest and lots of care. He says his goodbyes and leaves in his vehicle.  

“Thankfully he’s gone, that illusion might only last another 5 minutes.” Bob announces.  

“I will come check up on you, tomorrow, you’re not working, you’re on care duty. I'll find a way to convince Joaquin to help us clean up this mess. Not that it’ll be difficult.” John knew Joaquin would rush to save any of them if they needed help, he cared about them a lot.  

While it gives some level of comfort, Yelena is still baffled with what happened tonight. “John, what the hell is happening? Sorry for the bad words father.”  

“I swear I’m going to explain, but right now we have bigger fish to fry, we need to find out anything we can about the void.”  

“Oh lord, your no longer making sense. This is crazy!” She responds.  

“Tell me about it. I will come by tomorrow to help clean up and explain what I can, ok?”  

“Fine. But you better come over and bring a pizza or something.”  

John smirks and gives her a tight hug, he says his goodbyes and heads out with Bob, the ride back home is silent, these nights have been exasperating and draining. John needs a bath and a good twelve hours of sleep.  

Once in the church dorms, John is determined to read everything he can and find out what the void is. But Bob stops him.  

“John, we need to take a look at your arm.”  

“What? Bob I'm fine, she barely broke skin, c’mon, we’ve gotta find out what’s up with the void.” He responds.  

“John, please, I hate to see you getting hurt, let me tend to your wound.”  

“Bob, I swear I can barely feel any pain, maybe it's the adrenaline, but I'm good.”  

“John!” Bob shouts.  

“Bob, I’m ok.”  

“No, you're not, you keep getting hurt, I told you that you shouldn’t have gotten involved, you might die one of these days, and I’m going to hate myself for knowing I became permissive in letting you hunt. This must end. You need to get out of town and leave with your family before it’s too late!”  

“That's not gonna fucking happen, Bob, I’m not leaving you.”  

“Language, John!”  

“The hell with that! I don't fucking care, Bob. I’m not leaving you, I'm staying and you're gonna have to accept that, you need to understand I’d die for this lousy town, if necessary, for my friends and family, for you.” Theres a crack in his voice.  

Bob doesn't respond at first, he just stares at the floor. “Why me? I’m not worth dying for, John.”  

“Hey,” John places his hands on John’s face, “Look at me, I'm sorry, I got exasperated. I didn’t mean to yell. I promised I'd leave if things got rough, but this is now something bigger, you heard that thing, the whole town is in danger, Bob.”  

Bob stares back at him, as if trying to understand the situation.  

“I'm not leaving you, Bob, you mean a lot to me. I'd kill myself before leaving you alone to face this.”  

“Why? You barely know me?”  

“So? In the few weeks I've met you, I’ve learned a few things. I know you’re awesome, you’re strong, brilliant, you actually think stuff through.”  

“Stop. You're just saying things. I'm useless, I'd probably already be dead if I was by myself.”  

“Which is why you have me, you dumbass! Can't you see you mean the wor...” He pauses, as if fearful of what he's about to say, but he realizes now, these feelings couldn't be clearer now, Bob meant more to him than just a friend. “You mean the world to me, Bob.”  

Bobs confused at the statement, “John what are you talking about?”  

“Oh my god, Bob, do I have to show you?”  

“Show me wha...”  

John pulls Bob in, his lips pressed tightly against Bob’s, he kisses him with passion, as if he had been overtaken by hunger, he needs to taste Bob. His hands lowered to Bob's waist pulling him closer, Bob’s hands gripped John’s shirt allowing him to position himself more comfortably to his embrace. It's as if the world stops for a moment, but then they’re brought back to reality.  

Bob separates himself from John. “No, stop! This is a mistake, John. We can't do this, we can’t have feelings for each other, it’s wrong.”  

“Why not?”  

“I- I devoted my life to God, and you already have a family, plus we can't get attached to each other. This will only hurt us more when something horrible happens to either one.” He says with tears in his eyes.  

“Bob, please don’t throw me out, let’s talk about this.” John tries to reach out to him, but Bob avoids his hand.  

“Please leave, John, it's rather late. You can take the impala I’ll pick it up tomorrow.” He turns his back on John, nothing else said.  

John stays in place for a moment, before heading out, he looks back at Bob one more time. “I’m gonna save this town and its people, Bob. And I'm not giving up on you, I know you feel the same things I do; you’re just scared, I know I am.”  

Bob doesn’t face him, and for what it’s worth, John understands, the feelings of impotence, not knowing what to do, it can be so overwhelming. “Goodnight, Bob.” He says as he leaves.  

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He didn’t sleep at all, how could he? So many things were happening in his mind at once, Yelena’s family being attacked, the impending doom which was the void and of course, the fact that he kissed Bob.  

His mind kept rewinding the moment, how amazing it had felt, how he hungered for more, the way Bob tasted, the softness of his lips. But then the harsh reality hits him, Bob had rejected him, his feelings weren’t the same, or at least the circumstances didn't allow them to.  

But John couldn’t blame Bob for feeling scared, whatever the hell the void was, it sounded terrifying, that demon that possessed Melina talked about what was left after God created the universe. Now all John could think about was his visions, the screams, the empty town.  

His head started generating ideas to evacuate the town, make sure no one was around when it happened. But when was it even supposed to happen? How do they know where it’s coming from?  

It could happen while he’s asleep and he wouldn’t know. He needed to find out more information, as awkward as it might be, he's gonna have to ask Bob for some books or anything that could give him answers. He’ll search every corner of the internet if he must, summon as many demons as necessary.  

But first, his number one priority, his family.  

He got out of bed extra early, texted both Ava and Joaquin that Yelena was on medical leave and he’d go check on her up and early. His messages began blowing up, they had a load of questions, but he didn’t have time to answer.  

He headed to his first stop, one he somewhat dreaded because he was unaware of the reactions he would get. He parked outside of Liv’s house, hesitating in going in, how would he explain all of this without sounding like a lunatic?  

After gaining the courage he headed to the door, he rang the doorbell, a part of him wishing they didn't answer.  

Liv opened the door, quite surprised at the site of John, especially on a Monday when he would be working.  

“John! What an unexpected surprise, is everything ok!? What happened to your face!?” She asks, her hand touching the small scars on his chin and cheek.  

“Hey Liv, I uh... wanted to talk to you.” He answers awkwardly.  

She gives him a suspicious look, “Sure, let me just finish getting Dylan ready for school, the bus will pick him up in a bit. Come in.”  

John enters the kitchen, Dylan’s face lights up at the sight of his father and he runs from his seat to greet him. “Dad! What are you doing here!?”  

“Well I’ve been missing you these past few weeks. Wanted to see you send off to school.” He responds.  

“John, would you like some coffee?” Liv asks.  

“Um yeah sure, thanks a lot, now let’s get you ready.”  

John sits down and helps Dylan finish his breakfast; he helps him wash his teeth, comb his hair and then watches as the bus takes him onward to school. John realized he was about to ask Liv something no father ever wants to, but he wouldn’t be at peace until he knew they’d be ok.  

“Alright, John. What is it that you need to tell me? And please tell me why you’re hurt.”  

“Liv, I need you to take Dylan out of town for a couple of weeks.”  

“What? What do you mean, I can't take Dylan on vacation, for one, I can't leave work, you are generous enough to help me with so much, but I don’t earn that much to leave for weeks. Plus, Dylan is in school, he doesn’t have fall break until Halloween weekend.”  

“Not on vacation Liv, I just need you guys to be out of town for a bit, there’s something happening and I’m scared you’ll get hurt.”  

She stops what she’s doing and looks ay John with a confused look, “What are you talking about? Are you feeling well, you're scaring me. What’s going to happen?”  

John takes a deep breath, “Do you remember the day your aunt Lidia died, how I asked you to call her?”  

“Yes, I called and my cousin answered, telling me she had passed away a few minutes ago. What does that have to do with this?”  

“Did you ever wonder why I specifically told you to, that day, after you told me it had been months since you two fought and weren’t on speaking terms?”  

“It was strange, no doubt, but I always thought of it as a coincidence.”  

“I knew it was going to happen... I saw one of those things roaming her house.”  

“John, are you feeling ok?” She interrupts.  

“Please Liv, let me explain, when I was five wandered into the cemetery and saw something I wasn’t supposed to, ever since then I have seen ghosts and shadow people, they manifest before something tragic happens.”  

Liv just stands there, the concern in her face is unmeasurable, John bets she thinks of him as a lunatic right now.  

“I know it sounds crazy, but I saw one when Lemar died, that’s why I was chasing him with my bike when the truck crashed into him.”  

“John, you’re just having a bad moment, none of that was your fault.”  

“Liv please, I’m begging you, you need to leave, I can’t explain everything, all I know is, for the past few weeks I’ve seen things I never thought I'd see before, and last night, Alexei and his family were attacked by something that’s not from this world Liv.” He pauses and takes a deep breath before aggravating himself and Liv. “I know I’m not making sense, but please know I wouldn’t make something like this up, Liv, I wouldn’t openly ask you to leave and take my son away from me.”  

Liv places her hands over his, he's shaking at this point. “I know, John, your love for him is so strong. But I just can't comprehend what is happening.”  

“Then let me show you. Come with me to Alexei’s house. I’ll also get Bob to help explain better.”  

“Bob?” She asks uncredulous.  

“Father Reynolds.” He corrects himself, “he’s been hunting these things for years, and last night he was at Alexei’s home, c’mon Liv, please, I need you to believe me.”  

“John, this is crazy and too much information to take in one sitting”, she takes a deep breath, “I will go to their home, but after my shift is done, understood?”  

John hugs her and kisses her forehead, “Thank you Liv, I promise everything will make sense this afternoon!”  

“I highly doubt it.” She responds as she watches John exit the door, she follows, “Where are you going in such a hurry?”  

“Gotta check on Alexei’s family!” He says as the truck rushes out.  

In a matter of minutes, he reaches the other side of town, he honks his horn to let the family know he’s arrived, though there’s no need for him to knock, not with the giant hole in their window.  

Yelena is the first to greet him, “What, no pizza? I was hoping to have some decent food.”  

“Yelena it’s 08:12, there’s no pizza parlor open at this hour.”  

“I feel like you didn't really check.”  

John hugs her tight, “How are you guys holding up?”  

“Well, my mother was possessed by an evil spirit, she beat the shit out of my dad, my home is literally destroyed, and I’m traumatized for life, a regular weekend for the family.” She says, tone as sarcastic as it can get.  

“It’s good to know your humor is as good as always.” John responds.  

“Yeah, well it’s the only thing I have left.” Her tone more sincere that time, “By the way, Ava and Joaquin have been blowing up my phone, asking a million questions, I’m guessing you gave them a vague explanation.”  

“Told them you were on medical leave.”  

“Oh good I get paid despite not working.”  

“Sure... I’m guessing we’re gonna have to explain this whole situation to them if we want ‘em and their families to leave town as well.”  

“As well? Who else do you have planned to notify?”  

“Olivia, I need her and Dylan as far away from here as possible, you and your family too.” Yelena gives him a cold stare, he tries to explain, “it’s a precaution, I don’t know what the void is, and I can’t risk any of you guys getting hurt.”  

“Yet, you stay?” She asks.  

“Bob and I, we’ll figure something out.”  

“Ah well, that explains the sudden power friendship, here I thought you were genuinely dating him.” She says, John says nothing and just nods his head, “Dammit, Ava and I owe Joaquin 20 bucks each.”  

“Seriously, you bet on me dating Bob?” He asks.  

“I was hoping for romance, and my gaydar rarely fails, plus the way you see him it was... never mind.”  

John just shakes his head, “We have to bring everyone here this afternoon, and explain this to them so they’re aware of the dangers.”  

“Easier said than done, but maybe some pizzas and beer will help them ease to the idea.”  

“Ok, fine I’ll bring all that later.” John states defeated.  

“Can you make sure one is vegetarian? Kate doesn't eat meat.”  

“Wait, you told Kate?”  

“I’m not letting my girlfriend die, John, she’s coming tonight.”  

“Ok, fine. Just let me know when your parents wake up, and how they’re feeling.”  

John hugs her once more before heading back into town.  

On his way, he calls the shop, he explains as best as he can that after their shift is over they’re all heading to Yelena’s, you’ll get pizza and beer he tried to offer as if they’re bout to have a great office party or something.    

He tries to clear his thoughts as best as he can, his last stop for the morning is the church, he needs to apologize to Bob, ask him to please accompany them tonight to explain, but the thought of seeing him makes John’s stomach ache, it makes him so nervous, what if he doesn't want to see him.  

He parks the truck a just outside of the church, the doors are open, but since it’s Monday, there’s no mass. He takes one deep breath, exhales and heads out.  

The church repairs have started; there’s already people working on replacing the window for something even more colorful than the last one. John can’t seem to recognize Bob within the multitude of people working or supervising the job.  

He decides to ask one of the church members he recognizes.  

“Good morning, Mrs. Moore.”  

“John, how lovely to see you.” She responds, cheerfully.  

“How are the repairs going?”  

“Good good, thanks to you of course we only have to worry about a window instead of losing a good part of the church.”  

John bushes, “None of that, it was really all Bo- Father Reynolds. Speaking of him, have you seen him this morning?”  

“Yes, he’s in his dorm, but he told me he wasn't feeling well, must’ve caught something the poor man. I plan on taking him some tea I’ve prepared in the kitchen, so he feels better.”  

“That’s nice of you but allow me to take it to him.”  

She agrees and takes John into the church kitchen, quite a small space, not much room for more than a small electric grill, a refrigerator and a table for a maximum of three people.  

John is given a tray with a cup of chamomile tea and some vanilla cookies, he heads to the dorm rooms on the opposite side of the church, he’d be lying if he didn't accept that he was shaking, Bob might not be pleased to see him at all.  

He pauses outside the dorm room for a moment, just staring at the wall, eventually he accepts that whatever happens he’ll accept it. He knocks.  

“Come in.” Bob replies.  

John opens the door slowly pushing with the tray, nervously he greets him, “Morning, Bob, how are you feeling?”  

Bob stares at him for a moment before responding. “Hi John, I’ve felt better, honestly.”  

“Yeah, I bet these past few days have taken a toll on you.”  

Bob chuckles, “Yeah well, this is the life of a hunter.”  

“Yeah, I brought you some tea and cookies, Mrs. Moore thought they would make you feel better.”  

“How kind of her, and kind of you to bring them over.”  

“Yeah, just wanted to make sure you're good.”  

The silence is awkward, and the air is as tense as it can get.  

Fuck it, he begins to apologize, “Bob I wanted to apologize, for everything, I shouldn’t have yelled at you, especially because I know you worry, and I definitely shouldn’t have...”  

Bob interrupts, “John, can we forget everything and just move forward? We have an obligation towards the people of Crystal Grove, let’s leave last night in the past and focus on the future.”  

John can feel his chest tightening, Bob wants to forget it even happened, that’s worse than yelling at him for doing so. He musters what little hope he has left and responds. “Yeah, got it, never happened, we focus on the void and saving the town.”  

“Thank you.”  

“Here, you should really drink your tea,” he says as he hands it over, “you need to rest, so I’ll leave you.”  

“John wait, is there something else, I sense you wanted to tell me something.”  

“I- I was going to ask for your help, I plan on having Olivia and the rest of the gang over at Yelena’s this afternoon, to warn them and potentially get them to leave town. But you’re not feeling well! You need to rest, I’ll talk to them, okay? If we’re gonna do whatever it is we have to do, I can’t let you not rest and get sick.”  

“John, it’s just a headache, I can take an aspirin or something.”  

He mumbles something and curses under his breath, “Are you sure? I don’t want you to feel obligated or anything.”  

“John, for all we know the town could disappear any moment, a minor headache cannot interfere with saving people. If we must start somewhere, it’s with your family.”  

“Thanks, Bob, I want to make sure they’re safe through all of this.” He smiles with the most sincerity, but he can't help but feel a bit frustrated, Bob asking to just forget about everything, he’s not certain he can. “I’ll pick you up around 5, sound good?”  

“Yeah, that sounds good.”  

With that John says his goodbyes and heads out, he feels like such an idiot, why did he think kissing Bob was a good idea, couldn’t he have buried his feelings with alcohol like any other idiot? Guess it’s too late to worry about that now.  

He takes a deep breath, shakes his head and heads back to the shop, ready to be pestered with a million more questions until the day is over, boy does he look forward to it.  

After what seemed like an eternity and Joaquin asking every possible question he could; the afternoon arrived, the shop had been closed, he made sure Joaquin was aware what pizzas to buy as well as a few beers, Ava accompanying him as they know he can be forgetful. He texted Olivia, she confirmed she was on her way and had left Dylan with Mrs. Moore, it was better this way.  

Seeing as Bob still didn't have a phone, something that he needs to fix urgently, John heads out close to 5 as they had agreed on. Throughout the whole day, John couldn’t shake the feeling of dread after what Bob had asked him, of course they can’t have feelings for each other, it’s understandable, but it still hurt.  

It had been years since John felt something like this, of course his idiotic ass would fall for someone he can’t be with. Truly, he surprised himself at just how well he was taking his newfound feelings for another man. It's just, Bob wasn’t just any other man.  

He's taken aback from the sound of the truck door opening, Bob gets in and greets him, they head out towards Yelena’s, rarely talking on the way there.  

Outside of the house, Ava and Liv are assessing all the damage done to the home, inside, Joaquin is talking with Alexei, while Yelena and Kate keep Melina company as she rests on one of the couches.  

Any other day this would be a wonderful sight, his family reunited spending the afternoon together, but no, the circumstances have ruined that for now.  

“Are you ready?” Bob breaks the silence.  

“No. Let’s go inside.” John responds.  

There’s a shift in tone as they enter the home, silence, John clears his throat and begins.  

“Hey everyone, thanks a lot for being here. What I’m about to say will probably sound crazy, and I don't blame you for thinking that.”  

He can tell there’s a mixture of worry and confusion in their faces.  

“Over the past few days, the town has been under threat, there are creatures that have been roaming the area” he brings out the demon horn, “it sounds crazy but that’s what really caused the damages in the church. That’s why Bob’s vehicle was crashed out in the middle of the woods.”  

A wave of realization suddenly goes off in Ava and Joaquin’s head.  

“And while many of these things hadn’t posed a threat to any one in town besides me and Bob; last night I had to see Alexei and his family hurt because of one.”  

They all shift their focus on the Shostakovs.  

“It's true,” Yelena says, “Had I not seen it with my very own eyes last night, I wouldn’t believe it, my mother was possessed and as you can all see, our house is destroyed.”  

“John and Bob save us all from death.” Alexei added, “For that I owe them, my life.”  

“So, why exactly are they attacking the town?” Liv asks.  

Bob starts adding to the conversation, “We aren’t certain, what we do know is that these creatures act differently to others, and that something called the void is coming. We don't know when or why, but at least we are aware of it.”  

“And that’s the main reason why I brought you here. I know this is too much to ask, but I need you all to leave town. I need you all to be safe.”  

There’s an uproar of questions, they talk over each other, confusion, fear, anger, it’s all too much to process.  

“Quiet!” Alexei shouts, bringing the room to full silence.  

“I know this is confusing, please if we can be organized, one at a time, maybe raise your hand or something?” John says.  

Joaquin goes first. “So, are we evacuating the whole town? If we don’t know when it’s coming, then how will we even know if we have time to spread the word?”  

“That’s the part I’m still working on, but in the meantime, I need you guys and your families out of here.”  

Ava goes next, “Ok, first of all, are you guys hearing yourselves, this is insane, for one where are we supposed to go? And secondly how could we leave knowing that we may be leaving the rest of our friends, neighbors, not to mention all the animals to just die?”  

“The idea is to first make sure you are all safe. I will work from there.”  

“Why are we special? Why do our lives matter more than everyone else’s?” She questions.  

“Because if something happens to you, then I won't be able to forgive myself!” John shouts. “I know it’s hard to understand, but for all I know this void could arrive tonight while we’re asleep, and if I have the chance to make sure that you guys are safe, then at least I won’t have to go on with the burden of losing all of you.”  

Once again, the silence invades the room, this time the atmosphere feels different.  

“I’m not asking you to abandon all hope in the towns wellbeing, but I would feel somewhat at peace knowing I at least saved you guys.”  

Yelena stands up and stands next to John, her eyes are somewhat teary, she takes his hand in hers.  

“When I turned 16, I went through a rough year, my parents had been fighting non/stop, and Natasha had had the accident while going rock climbing. I felt like the world was ending and I had taken the decision to end everything.” She faces everyone, “John found me near the abandoned bridge a few miles out of town, I thought the further I got away from Custer Grove, the less it would hurt if they found my body. When he approached me, I told him to back off, or I would jump. But he stayed with me, for two hours, talking to me, about being a father, about family and how I was loved even thought I thought I wasn’t, then you took me to the shop, asked if I could help you out before taking me back home. We never talked about that day ever again, but I think about it often.”  

No one else had ever known about that, it came as a shock to Alexei and Melina.  

“What I’m trying to say is I am not leaving the town, John, I believe you and Bob will find a way to save it, but you will not be doing it alone, because family doesn't leave you when you most need it.”  

Before John can protest, Joaquin talks as well. “She’s right, I'm staying too, you’ve helped me countless times in the past years, and I’m not leaving you or this town without at least fighting for it. And no Boss, please don't start with the whole, us getting hurt thing, we’re aware there’s risks, we’re willing to take them.” John is shocked by the seriousness in his tone; he really takes after his military fathers.  

“Well as much as I believe we’ll all end up consumed in the pits of this dark void, I will stay as well, plus I know Bill would rather die than step foot out of Custer Grove, and well I can’t leave him behind.” Ava adds.  

“I know I don't really know all of you guys, but for one I know my mother won’t leave town without a good reason and an evil force consuming the town won’t really convince her, and I don’t want to leave my girlfriend, so saving the town it is.” Kate says trying to sound enthusiastic, she’s awkward at it.  

“And we will help too; I want revenge on that bitch that took over my body.” Melina says Alexei nods in agreement.  

John feels like he is going to cry, the people he loves, willing to risk everything to stay by his side, but there’s one person who he needs to address. “Liv...” he says looking at her, everyone shifts their attention to her.  

“I know, Dylan can’t be here, and I wouldn’t forgive myself if I risked him. I’ll find a relative I can go to, try and head out as far as possible.”  

“You could go to my dads’ townhouse in Helen, it’s about two hours away and we don't really use it until the summertime, no one will bother you there.” Joaquin offered.  

“Thank you, Joaquin.” John said, “Alright, the rest of us, we have our work cut out for ourselves. Time is ticking and Custer Grove needs to be kept safe.”  

They all agree, conversation starts about where to begin next. They serve themselves some pizza and have a few beers, the environment is still tense, how couldn’t it be, it’s as if they’ve sentenced themselves to death. But it no longer feels as hopeless, and it’s less intimidating, this is now a family affair, they’ll do what it takes.  

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Two days since their family reunion and the day had arrived, Liv was taking Dylan and leaving Custer Grove to be safe. Bob had made them a protection kit so they would be extra safe in Helen, holy water, salt, lavender, etc.; one can’t be too careful.  

John had been fearing this moment, he knew he would never forgive himself if anything were to happen to his son, he knew this wasn’t goodbye, it was a see you later. Thing is, lately he isn't so sure.  

Monday afternoon he had a high sensation of hope, but as commonly happens, reality sank in. If John dies, Dylan will grow up without a father, and he may never understand the reason for why it happened, it’s so easy for John to just leave Custer Grove, to let the townsfolk handle this on their own, but that’s not what a man does, the moment he stood his ground and told Bob he’d help with hunting, he took on the responsibility.  

He hasn’t let go of Dylan all morning, making sure to carry him in case this was the last time he would see him or be able to hug him. Constantly reminding him how much he is loved, they told him they were going on a family vacation, a few weeks out of town to relax.  

Of course, the idea thrilled Dylan two weeks with no school or responsibilities, what kid wouldn't be thrilled?  

He had texted the group chat a while ago and wasn’t really surprised when they were outside of Liv’s home ready to say their goodbyes. They also understood what this could mean, it didn’t escape anyone’s minds just how serious this could all be.  

Yelena hugged him tight, “Oh, little boss we’re going to miss you! Behave and take care of your mother, ok?”  

“I will, I promise.” Dylan responded.  

Joaquin gave him the military jacket he wore whenever he was feeling scared, John had noticed that after a conversation they had a few years back, Joaquin had confessed it made him feel invincible, the fact he was giving it to Dylan meant so much, he really cared for him. “Alright little dude, have fun on your vacation, please don't destroy my dads’ house or they’ll kill me, I’m gonna miss you.”  

 “I’ll take good care of it. Gonna miss you too.”  

It was Ava’s turn, she kneeled and gave him a big hug, “Oh you handsome devil, I’m going to miss you, when we see each other again, we’re gonna go for ice cream, and eat until our tummy hurts.”  

“Promise?”  

“Pinky promise.” She hugs him again.  

Yelena and Ava had tears in their eyes, Joaquin’s expression was a bit somber. To make matters worse, it was John’s turn to say his goodbyes, he didn't know if he’d be strong enough to do this without crying, but he had to.  

“I want you to remember how much I love you, ok bud? Obey your mom, do as she says, don’t forget to eat your veggies and brush your teeth,”  

“But we’re on vacation!” He protested.  

John chuckled, “I know, but you’re gonna need to grow up strong, so no more buts. I love you so much, bud, have a lot of fun. I promise I will see you here in a few weeks, ok?”  

“Ok, dad, I love you too.” He embraces John.  

He’s on the verge of crying, but he can’t let Dylan see him, he can’t let what might be the last memory of his father, that of him crying, instead he wants Dylan to always remember he was loved.  

“It’s time to go, Dylan.” Olivia says.  

John let’s go of him and gives him another goodbye. He watches as Olivia buckles him up in the truck, John would’ve offered but it would it make this harder. Dylan waves enthusiastically at them all, they wave back, fake smiles on their face. Olivia gives John a hug, she promises they’ll see each other again.  

As the truck begins to become smaller in the distance, John officially breaks, Yelena is the first to approach him and give him a hug, Ava and Joaquin follow. No words are said, none are needed, they know.  

The plan for that day was to continue working in the mechanic shop, in the afternoon, they would stay at John’s, Bob would come over and bring all the books, information, he had on demons, god’s scriptures, as well as train the team with survival tips in case there was more trouble.  

John had bought a white board for them to work on; his first instinct was to write down all the information that he was given during his unwanted visits.  Maybe writing it out would bring some kind of clarity or provide actual clues they could work with.  

-Deep Wood 
-They all came back 
-Fear the void 

And of course, the visions, the town, the empty diner, the sudden darkening. That’s probably when the void appears, to consume the townspeople.  

He had already searched online for anything regarding Deep wood, the only things that came up were some weird handmade decorations for weddings, clearly not useful.  

But maybe the bible has some verse on the void, maybe the ancient texts Bob has a hold of could be of use.  

As much as John tried to distract himself with work, his mind was fixated on his son, but he knew he had to be strong, for him, Liv and his family.  

If he wasn’t overthinking about his family, then he began to overthink about Bob, yesterday when he went to the church to pick up the protection kit he made for Liv, Bob gave John some words of encouragement, assuring him they’d do whatever it takes to save Custer Grove, then Bob gave him a tight hug.  

It was that part he held on to all evening, how safe it felt, how reassuring, the way Bob smells, it all stuck in his mind. He had already tasted his lips, and he wished he could taste them again. John didn’t feel too proud about it, but at some point, his imagination began to wander off into forbidden territory, imagining Bob kissing him, slowly removing his clothes, their skin touching with no barrier in between. He had to take a long cold shower after that to control the immense erection he had, he could’ve relieved himself, let his imagination go further, but it felt wrong.  

Bob’s zero hesitation of hugging him after the kiss, made it seem as though he had already put the past behind him, that the kiss wasn’t something that conflicted him the way it had conflicted John. In some ways that was good it would avoid awkwardness between them, but when really thinking about it, it made John feel like a pathetic loser, putting his feelings out there for someone who didn't give a crap about it.  

“Hey sweetheart, how are you holding up?” Ava asks, she waked him from his daydreaming.  

“Trying my best to stay strong.” John responds sincerely.  

There’s not much more of a conversation after that, just reassuring nods here and there, the silence that surrounds them that day is very nerve-wracking, John wishes they’d tease him about something, that Yelena would confused Joaquin by asking him something and trying to laugh it off to confuse him.  

He would hope their investigation session from this afternoon has better results, maybe Bob can lighten up the mood or tell them a story from one of his hunting adventures, it’s helped John on the past, it’ll help them too.  

Five in the afternoon and the team starts cleaning up, John heads to his truck to pick up Bob, he had also promised Yelena he’d bring Kate, meanwhile, they’d finish cleaning and head inside.  

Bob was already waiting for him outside, dammit he looked so good, khakis, sneakers and a plain white t-shirt that hugged his body perfectly, God dammit, John needed to think of other things, or his erection was gonna cause a commotion with everyone.  

“Hey, Bob.” He greets him.  

“Hey John, how are you feeling?”  

“Had to watch my son and his mother leave this morning, I’m distraught if I'm being honest.”  

Bob puts a hand on his shoulder, “Hey, we’re gonna do this and when we solve everything, they’re coming back, ok?”  

“I know, Bob, it’s just, sometimes, things feel harder in perspective. I don’t want to get my hopes up just yet.”  

“Anything I can do to help lighten your mood?” He asks, with a smile on his face.  

You could kiss me until my lips are sore, John thinks to himself. “You being here alongside the rest of the guys is more than enough, thanks Bob.” He says instead.  

They head out and stop by the library, suddenly John remembers he hasn’t returned those books he borrowed. Kate greets them and jumps onto the bed of the truck; she slams the side to let John know to start driving.  

Upon arrival, Yelena has already bought beers, and Ava has made a snack plate, they’re taking this job seriously, and John’s actually glad they are.  

Yelena greets Kate with a soft kiss, and they all welcome Bob, it’s time to get serious.  

“Alright, besides the void, our main worry is these versions of demons,” Bob instructs, “although they do not have a human form, like most demons do, they still get repelled by certain things,” he motions by pointing to examples he’s brought, “salt, it repels them, they cannot cross when placed on entrances, holy water, it burns them, great for self-defense. This dagger you see here has special scriptures a friend carved into them, it causes actual damage, a regular knife or blade, wont.”  

Kate and Joaquin are taking notes, while Ava and Yelena pay close attention.  

Bob continues, “these Viles are all filled with holy water, make sure not to waste them, use them in case of an emergency.” He hands one to each.  

“Alright, I guess that's good for a first lesson on hunting, John, let’s continue with your visions.”  

John stands up and places himself in front of everyone, “Alright, so there are two types of visions or warnings I’ve gotten, one where I see a town full of despair, people running, what seems to be the void taking over, and a lot of chaos. The warnings have been these demons interacting with reality and giving me information, though so far, I haven't’ been able to put them together.” He points at the board.  

Joaquin lifts his hand, “What does deep wood, mean?”  

“I’m not sure, I've looked up if it’s a town, or some kind of analogy, but no convincing results so far.” John responds.  

“Do we know what They all came back, means?” Yelena asked.  

“Not really, it could me anything.” Bob responded.  

“And the void itself?”  

“The demon that possessed Melina, said it was what remained from the initial darkness of the universe,” Bob began, "I was able to find a text in these ancient scriptures, basically, before God created our universe,  there was darkness, it’s as ancient as the world is and once everything was created, it was sealed away, however, a portion of it still exists, it’s not strong enough to devour our universe but it still manages to exist in our world and from my understanding it can devour anything in its path.”  

“And has it been asleep? Why haven't we heard of anything like this before, surely a full town or city disappearing would make headlines and cause world spread panic.” Ava adds.  

“Not exactly,” Yelena stands up, “when my dad got very drunk one time, he told me and Natasha that sometimes the government will hide things from the public as best as they can. He also said that was one of the reasons he was here. Holy crap, we used to think he was just drunk and crazy.”  

“Wait, so the crazy conspiracy theories that the government put your parents here, were true?” Ava asks.  

Yelena doesn't respond, it’s as if she’s having a revelation. “Ok, we’ve gotta call my parents”  

30 minutes later and the rest of the Shostakovs are in John’s home.  

“Here, we brought some Plov,” Melina says as she gives it to John. “You all must be starving.”  

“We can eat later, mom, dad, I have a question, have you ever heard of a place called Deep wood?” Yelena asks.  

Their expressions turn serious, “Where have you heard this?” Alexei asks.  

“During one of my warnings, a demon said it to me.” John responds.  

“We may know some things about it,” Melina says.  

Alexei sighs, he takes seat on the couch, “When Melina and I come to this country, we had specific orders from the Russian government, you see back in 1941, during the second world war, country was intercepting destress signals in US for different purposes.”  

Everyone’s attention is on him; he clears his throat. “During one of the interceptions, they got a distress signal, from a town called Deep Wood, Georgia, some messages that made no sense at all. Town in danger, the dead are attacking, people are disappearing; the thing that confused our government the most, is that was in morse code, and from the type of codification and origin, it wasn’t from that same year.”  

“Hold up, you’re saying the message they got in 1941, was from way before that?” Joaquin interrupts.  

“At least 10 years old” Melina responded, “Undercover groups were sent out after the war, trying to decipher where specifically these signals were coming from. The original codes lost part of that information, all we know is it was in Georgia; however, it seems the US also got word of these signals, maps were burned after the second war ended, this town was erased from existence.”  

Alexei continued, “Up until 1989, about 80% of Georgia's territory was explored, but no indication of this mysterious town, that is when Melina and I were assigned to come here, to search the remaining territories that were not explored. Unfortunately, we were never able to begin expedition, government from US took us, we were able to get rid of most of the paperwork and evidence we had, but in doing so, we lost the investigation. We then took refuge in Custer Grove and have not returned to country ever since.”  

“They must think we’re dead.” Melina says.  

“Holy crap, so then it was true you were Russian spies sent here on a mission.” Joaquin says, “I thought people were paranoid.”  

“Hold up, so, that’s why Natasha and I had gun practice and mortal hand to hand combat growing up? Not because people were assholes to you and we needed to learn to be safe like you said?” Yelena asks outraged.  

“You can fight and shoot?” Joaquin adds more surprised than anything.  

“Alright, stop your yapping, we can get outraged later, Alexei, you say you got rid of almost everything, what do you still have?” John asks.  

“We have the original morse codes on paper.”  

About an hour later and after a lot of scavenging, they find the original paper tape, it looks ancient and could split at any second.  

“Ok, and who can translate it?” Kate asks.  

“Um, we were given already translated script, but lost it during disposition of things, we don't know morse code.” Alexei said.  

“Oh perfect, well lucky for us we have the internet.” Yelena says, “let’s crack this thing,”  

About 20 minutes later and they decipher the message they have.  

Sos, help us, the dead are rising, they are coming back. Towns people in danger, SOS.  

Deepwood, GA, I repeat, Deepwood, GA. Sky is black, people missing.  

Coordinates--  

Silence fills the room, a horrible chill fills John’s body, what on earth could’ve happened to those poor people, but now he knew, the void was all dangerous, now they needed to know when it would appear and more importantly, how to stop it.  

“Ok, so the void is more terrifying than we thought, now how do we find out when that thing will attack our town?” Kate asks.  

Bob speaks up, “John, you’ve had vision every time you’ve had contact with demon related things, but maybe if this has anything remotely similar to that, you might see something.”  

“Well, it’s worth a try.” John responds, he places his hand on the paper, nothing. He tries concentrating, still nothing. “Guys I don't think this’ll...”  

He’s alone, no longer in his home, but in some sort of basement, there are two men sitting in front of desk, typing, panicking.  

“Oh, dear lord,” one of them says, “we're all going to die.”  

Chapter Text

Deepwood, Ga – Almost a century ago  

The basement John was in was in terrible conditions, the wood was rotting, the humidity inside penetrated the air he breathed, it was somewhat disturbing. It seemed to be surrounded by old equipment, tape recording machines, a lot of data sheets everywhere.  

In the center of the basement there were three people, sending and receiving messages via morse code, two of them on their knees praying, while one was typing out message in a frantic state.  

“They’re not answering” The one on the table said.  

“No one’s coming.” One of the men praying sadly responded.  

“Oh lord, please have mercy on us.” The third individual said.  

John slowly approached the distraught men, unaware if they would be able to interact with him or if they were even peaceful to begin with.  

“What’s going on?” He slowly asks.  

The three men were startled, “Are you one of the dead? Here for us?” One asked.  

“What, no, I’m from up north, I was hitchhiking and got dropped off here, what's with all the commotion?” He lied to try and make them trust him.  

“You poor innocent soul, you’re not guilty of the fate that lies ahead,” The man on the table said, “My name is Richard, it all started some weeks ago, we had never seen anything like it, strange creatures appearing at night, people being snatched in the dark, we called the authorities, sent out distress signals, but we were ignored.”  

One of them stands up and continues, “We thought maybe this was a punishment from God, that those taken had done terrible things to deserve it. The creatures stopped appearing and we thought it was over, but then the crops started dying, our rivers began to dry up. People tried to leave town but those who did never got far.” He began wailing.  

Richard took over the conversation again, “They were met with terrible accidents when trying to leave, we kept messaging the special forces but no response, we’re not even sure if our messages are being received.”  

“Then the worst happened, yesterday, the cemetery was left empty, the dead arose and started taking people, we’ve been hiding ever since, but the majority of town has no power, the screams haven't stopped and it’s been pitch dark since this morning, I fear, we won't make it to tomorrow.” The third man speaks, he breaks down crying, they all do.  

John could feel his body trembling, he knows Deepwood won't survive this, he knows these men have every right to fear, and suddenly he realizes what awaits Custer Grove.  

“Where exactly are we located, like our coordinates?” John asks, trying not to sound too altered.  

“What would you need that for?” Richard asked.  

“It’s important, please, I need to know exactly where I am.”  

“We're in Deepwood, GA, coordinates altitude, 32.355361, Latitude, -82.825741.”  

John grabs a piece of paper and writes it down, he's not certain if he’ll take this back with him, but he can at least try to memorize it.  

“What’s that gonna even do to help? The government hasn’t responded, they’re not coming, we’re dead, we’re all dead.”  

“Shut up, David!” Richard screams, “We may still get help.”  

“By who? The townsfolk? They’re being killed off, our families are probably dead! Our children might have already been murdered by those walking corpses?”  

“Shut up!” Suddenly the door bursts open, the corpses start tumbling in, the men begin to scream, panic erupts, John retreats to the back of the basement, he sees his way out, a window that leads to the outside street. As John rushes to break the glass he can hear the screams from the men begin to muffle, but he doesn't have the courage to look back.  

He exits frantically as he hears the monstruous noises piling up behind him.  

As John goes onto the street, it takes a moment for him to fully realize the horrors outside, the sky is pitch black, there's no moon, no stars to be seen, the streets have dead bodies all over, some being devoured by the undead, red blood covers the ground he steps on. “Dear Lord”.  

He runs opposite to the sighting of the carnage, but it seems no matter where he goes, the dead are there to meet him, some have no eyes, others have no skin, just dirt covering their dirty bones, yet they follow him, hungry.  

“Shit, why am I still here, shouldn’t I already be back from this nightmare?” John asks himself, panting as he runs away from the decaying mass behind him. He decides his best option is to climb, the mob is just too fast for him to try and outrun them.  

As he reaches a home with an accessible window he climbs as fast as he can, reaching the roof of the most likely deserted home. John gets another good look at his surroundings, it looks no bigger than this own town, there’s some homes burning a few houses down, no doubt the chaos has taken over, this town is doomed, and John is witnessing what probably were its last moments.  

It saddens him in all honesty, how no one came to help them, how they had to fend for themselves, were there any hunters who tried to help? Anyone willing to investigate what was happening? He checks his pocket to make sure he still has the coordinates written down, trying his best to memorize it.  

As he got lost in his thoughts, he finally comes to face it, it's the void, a large cloudlike figure, consuming the things its path. As it hovered over the townsfolk and the corpses, their bodies turned into nothing but marks of soot, like the demons Bob had exorcized. This was it, the moment they die. This is what Custer Grove’s fate will be if he doesn't stop it.  

As the dark cloud approaches him, the roof beneath him begins to collapse, John ultimately falls.  

He’s back in his living room, panting and sweating, the team surrounding him, Bob gabs his arm.  

“John, what happened?” He asks.  

“I just saw the scariest shit I’ve ever seen, if we don't do something, this whole town is going to meet a fate so horrendous, we’ll all beg to die.” He responds frantic.  

“Please, John, take a seat, you’re shaking,” Bobs lightly pulls him, had it been anyone else, maybe John would’ve protest.  

“What did you see, darling?” Ava gently asks.  

“The void, it consumed them, it ended their lives in a matter of seconds, the streets were covered in blood, it was fucking terrifying.”  

“What else did you see?” Bob asks  

For a moment, John doesn’t respond, he takes a deep breath, “I managed to get coordinates.” He reaches into his pocket, to his surprise, the paper is in his hand, he was able to take it from the vision into his present.  

He hands it over to Yelena, who instantly types it into her computer. “It’s about an hour and half from here, but there's nothing, just woods and rocks.”  

“Well, like I said, American government made sure it disappeared.” Alexei speaks.  

“We have to go there, maybe find some more information on how to stop it.” John says.  

“Ok, we’ll go, but tomorrow, right now you need to rest, whatever you saw put you on edge.” Ava adds.  

“No, guys, I swear I’m fine.” He tries to protest  

“No debate, we’ll go tomorrow, for now, we all go home and rest, we’ve got a long day ahead.” Joaquin says.  

“Well, true but someone needs to stay with John, I fear he might try to go alone if we don’t.” Yelena adds, trying to make light of the situation.  

“I’ll stay, make sure he actually rests.” Bob offers.  

A quick glance is exchanged between Yelena and John, but they all agree and begin to leave, Kate gives John a hug and tells him it’ll all be alright, John hopes she’s right about this, he doesn’t wish for anyone to see the monstrosities he saw tonight.  

John is left alone with Bob, “Hey, do you want me to make you some tea? Maybe it’ll help calm you down.”  

“Thanks, Bob, yeah that’ll help.”  

Bob smiles warmly at him, and John tries to smile back, but his mind keeps seeing those horrific images, he knew the void wasn't something to be taken lightly, yet this was beyond anything he could imagine.  

“I made lavender tea for your nerves.” Bob mentions, John gets up and heads to the table, they sit next to each in silence, it’s not unbearable, John feels lucky he wasn’t left alone.  

“You don’t have mass tomorrow?” He asks Bob, trying to start a conversation.  

“No, not tomorrow, either way I will notify them that I have to leave town so we can go to find Deepwood. I actually got a phone, it’s an oldie, but it still sends texts and gets calls. I was gonna tell you earlier, but I noticed you were tense." Bob hands him a paper with his phone so John can write it down.  

“Good, this will save us a lot of time trying to find out where you are... Thanks for staying Bob, you didn't have to bother.”  

“I wanted to, you’ve said it, we’re a team.” Bob places his over John’s wrist.  

“We’re family now.” John corrects him, placing his hand over Bob’s.  

That night, John twists and turns in his bed, the images keep popping up in his nightmares and at some point, he imagines it’s Custer Grove that’s being consumed by the void, he can’t do anything about it, it’s all gone from moment to another, his friends and family, his neighbors, all gone.  

A soft shake wakes him up, it’s Bob. “John, you were loudly complaining in your sleep.”  

“Sorry, I just can't shake those images out of my head, it felt so... real, I mean I know it was real, and those poor people, but I couldn’t do anything, at least not that for them.”   

Bob sits at the edge if his bed, “Hey, take it easy, you’re home, you’re okay, we’re all okay.”  

“I know, it just feels hopeless sometimes... Bob, could you stay with me here? Is that something weird to ask? You know after what...”  

“Of course, I’ll stay John. I know I probably can’t even begin to comprehend what you saw in there. Do you want me to make you some more tea?”  

“No, thanks. Maybe, tell me one of your hunting adventures, I like when you talk about them.”  

“Sure of course,” without hesitation, Bob lies down next to him on the bed, he faces John and smiles tenderly at him, that damn smile makes John blush. “I’ll tell you about the first time I encountered a Wendigo. I was traveling between the border of North Dakota and Canada, one of my dad’s old friends had called him to get some help, apparently something was terrorizing the campers, and some had gone missing, but they really weren’t sure what...”  

Bob’s way of telling the story fully captivates John, he tells him every inch of detail, remembering what he was wearing where they were and how they finally defeated the wendigo. As he continued, John found himself at ease for a moment, enough to start falling asleep.  

When he woke up, he was still facing Bob, who was fast asleep facing him as well, the sun reflects like a holy light off his skin, John shouldn’t be staring the way he is, but he can’t look away, Bob is so beautiful to him and a part of John hates just how much he’s fallen for the young priest.  

Bob shifts in his sleep, causing John to flinch, he realizes he’s being a creep, he decides to get up and prepare some coffee and maybe sandwiches for their trip.  

He begins texting the group chat to get organized.  

John 06:51  

So, are we all going to Deepwood, or how are we gonna get organized?  

Yelena 06:53  

I think there’s strength in numbers, but I also think the town shouldn’t be left defenseless.  

Joaquin 06:59  

I mean, it’s not like visiting an abandoned town is gonna kill us, I say half should go and half should stay in case a demon or something appears.   

John 07:02  

I agree, Bob and I go to find Deep wood, I have the visions, he can detect if a demon is approaching us.  

Yelena 07:06  

Wow, Joaquin, you’re up early. I will stay and keep an eye on the town, my parents have already unveiled their gun arsenal, not crazy at all, and Kate is great with a bow and arrow.  

Joaquin 07:07  

The I'll go with you guys to find the town.  

Ava 07:10  

Why are you all awake this early?  

Yelena 07:12  

Lol, Ava I guess stays here, then we need to even it out, I'll go, or I can send my dad.  

John 07:13  

I’d feel better if Alexei stayed here, you three have a better understanding of using a gun and self-defense, Joaquin, Bob and I can manage finding Deepwood. We leave at 9.  

He puts his phone down and starts on making coffee and something for them to eat on the road, some good old sandwiches for when they get hungry. Time starts to go by as he gets everything prepared, making food really helps distract John at least for a while, he’s done packing the lunches and water when he’s startled by a figure in front of him.  

A young boy with his eyes burnt out, body covered in burned clothing, smiling at him.  

You’re running out of time, better hurry, John.  

John falls to the ground, his heart begins to race, time is running out, and they have no idea what they’re doing.  

When Bob enters the kitchen, he’s startled by seeing John on the ground, he runs over to him, “Are you okay?”  

“I saw another one of those demons, he told me we're running out of time. He's right I... I don't...” He starts to hyperventilate.  

Bob pulls John into a hug and John responds by fully embracing him and letting himself be comforted by Bob. “I know the days are going by and you feel helpless, but we’re not going to give up on this town or non each other, you hear me? We will confront anything we need.” Bob reassures as John’s breathing begins to calm down.  

They separate for a moment, now it’s John who slightly smiles at Bob first, their faces so close to each other, John is so tempted, so needy of kissing Bob's lips, but he can't do this, he can’t ruin this. “Thanks for being here, Bob.” Is all he says.  

“Anytime.”  

Their moment is interrupted by a knock at the door, Joaquin is there, ready for their trip.  

“Rise and shine dudes, we have a non-existent town to find!” He says enthusiastically.  

“Let’s do this.” John says, they pack the things they need alongside some defense weapons in case they run into trouble. John hopes that something there can help give them an advantage or help them understand what’s going on.  

Chapter Text

At least thirty minutes into their trip and John does his best to appear calm in front of everyone, Joaquin has been talking non-stop with Bob, so that definitely helps, plus it distracts his mind from the seriousness of everything, and that warning he got earlier. 

“So, Father, you’ve been hunting since you were a kid?” Joaquin asks amazed. 

“That’s right, it’s the family business, and again, you can just call me Bob, I don’t mind.” Bob kindly responds.  

“Sorry, it's just, I grew up with military dads, they’re very strict on addressing people by their titles.” 

“Trust me, Bob, you can repeat it to him as much as you want, he will not stop calling you Father.” John added, “I’ve told him he can call me John since he was 16 and he still calls me Boss.” 

Joaquin let's out a small laugh, “You are my boss, a great boss, although sometimes a bit too demanding, I get it, we fix cars, it’s not like me sleeping in will break down the car even more.” Bob and John let out a small chuckle, Joaquin can be clueless at times, but the boy has a natural sense of humor.  

“It’s nice to know, you share such a nice familiar dynamic.” Bob said, “I can tell, your team really trusts you.” 

“Hey, now you’re a part of that dynamic too, Father, we’re in this together. Plus, I kind of had already contemplated you since before we were getting to know you.” 

Bob looks back at him a bit confused, “Why is that?” 

“The boss didn't tell you?” 

“Um Joaquin...” John started, but was interrupted 

“We thought you two were dating, I actually had a bet with the girls, won 50 bucks since I knew you were just buddies. Plus, the boss isn’t into dudes...” 

“Ok! Let’s concentrate on the important stuff!” John says, he can feel his face turning red from the embarrassment, “We should focus on finding Deepwood and making sure we don’t fuck this up, a whole town is depending on us.” 

Bob nods as he keeps his eyes on the road, Joaquin doesn't say anything, but he knows he messed up and shouldn’t have said anything.  

The rest of the trip is a bit more silent, with Joaquin trying to start a conversation but it dying down quite easily every time. 

They drive to a point where the road divides, however, one is fully covered in concrete while the other is a dirt road that has large weeds growing out of it.   

“According to the coordinates, we have to follow this dirt road.” Joaquin indicates.  

John does as told and takes the detour, the road is bumpy and picks up a lot of dust, truly it seems that no one has gone down this road in years, and for a good reason probably.  

The road goes on for quite a while, it seems as though there is nothing but wide terrain and growing grass, Joaquin keeps telling John that they must go in a straight direction, even though at some point the road disappears, they keep going in a straight line. About 5 minutes down the road they see a hill, it’s practically a forest, but it stands out as being the only section in miles surrounding them.  

John parks the car near a slump, they get out making sure to load their guns and anything useful they brought for the trip.  

“Alright, this place should be nothing but forest and maybe some ruins, but we can't be too careful, everyone on the lookout.” John orders, Bob and Joaquin nod in agreement.  

They walk into the vast forest, no roads or trails, the grass isn't too high but still covers their ankles, John advises they be careful where they step, not wanting to get bitten by a snake or anything.  

They’re all on alert, no one says a word while they observe their surroundings, in all honesty, this place just seems like a regular forest, there's nothing exceptional about it, nothing truly mysterious. 

At some point they find rock formations where the forest comes to an end, they decide to trail up, it’s not high, and just like the forest it doesn't seem like anything out of the ordinary. 

Once they reach the top they stop to observe the scenery, it’s as if the forest around them grew only to a specific point leaving everything in the middle to just be plain grass growing, even the rock formation only covers the edge to a certain degree. However, there’s not much in the middle, a bit more rock formations and the plain terrain covered in grass beds that seems to go one for a stretch.  

“So, this where Deepwood used to be? There’s no sign of anything left. Just seems like a random forest.” Joaquin says.  

“You may be right, but it's strange the forest and the rock formations surround it almost like a circle, and this central part is just a field, as if covering something from the outside.” Bob says. “John, I know maybe your vision is the last thing you wish to remember right now, but any chance you remember if the town was on a hill?” 

John honestly couldn’t remember, in his mind, everything went back to the chaos, the cloud making everything in its path suddenly vanish into nonexistence. He tried concentrating in his thoughts, tried to puzzle back what he saw when he reached the roof of the abandoned home.  

“It did look like the town went upward towards a small hill, not too steep.” He finally responds. 

“Maybe, this empty part that’s just field is what used to be the town, we need to look around, spread out, it’s too big of a space to ignore.” Bob suggests. 

The three spread out in different directions, the more they searched, the more evident it became that in many of the spaces once stood ground for some type of structures, most likely that of houses.  

However, this was still going out on a guess as the floor showed outlines for said structures but there was nothing else around, no ruins of any kind, not a single standing structure to prove their theory.  

Around one in the afternoon, the weather was becoming agonizingly hot, they took cover in the shade of the forest near the outline of the “town” and sat down to eat, they didn’t talk much, didn't try to make sense of what they had found.  

It felt useless to a certain degree, they came to find a town that fully disappeared, and guess what there's nothing left of it. In any case, this trip just served as a reminder to John of what is going to happen to Custer Grove. 

“Think we can evacuate the town? Make up a rumor that asbestos was found growing in the homes and that’s it now a radioactive area?” John asked both sarcastic and unhopeful. 

“I mean we could, but honestly, a lot of people wouldn’t budge, some are too attached to their houses, and a lot of people don’t have a place to go.” Joaquin responded.  

“Just what I wanted to hear.” He responds sarcastically. He gets up and trails alongside the forest limit, maybe he can spot something from a different perspective. He trails off for a couple minutes when he feels a tug at his sleeve, he’s startled but relaxes when he realizes it’s Bob. 

“Hey, sorry I didn’t mean to startle you. I just got a bit worried.” He says, in a low sympathetic tone.  

“Thanks, Bob, I’m fine.” 

“I know you’re not really. All this pressure you’re putting on yourself must be insane” He places a hand on John's arm, “I can't ask you to try and go easy on yourself, because I know you won't rest until we find anything that can give you answers.” 

Bob draws himself closer to John, as John lifts his gaze, their eyes meet, they’re mere inches apart, “I’m glad you’re here with me, Bob.” 

“I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.” 

John doesn't think twice as he closes the gap between them, a small kiss on Bob's lips, a peck, Bob faces away from John after it happens.  

“John, please, we’ve talked about this we shouldn't...” 

“Why not, Bob?” John corners him against one of the trees, his breathing becomes intense against Bob’s neck, so tempted to kiss it, to feel something other than despair. “You say we can't do this, because you’re devoted to God and I once had a family and have a son, but I don't want to hear the reasons you feel we shouldn’t, look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t want this. That you don’t want to be with me.” 

“John, I... we... our priority is to save Custer Grove... Time is running out and...” 

“And if we found out we may not have more time left? Wouldn’t you rather know you tried something you were afraid of, rather than regret never trying at all?” 

John’s hand cuffs Bob’s chin, lifting his face towards him, he kisses him slow, allowing the rhythm to be gentle and not invasive, he takes his time tasting Bob, allowing himself to enjoy him.  

When they separate John has a soft smile on his face, while Bob seems conflicted.  

“I'm sorry John, I want this, I do... but it's wrong of me, if I continue to let this happen I’m giving you a false sense of hope, and I feel like I'm doing it out of empathy for what you’re going through, but in the end, I might just make things worse for you.” 

Before John can say anything, Joaquin catches up to them “Find anything?” 

Bob clears his throat, “No, we should keep going on this edge, see if the forest has any useful clues.” 

Bob passes John without looking back, Joaquin approaches John after he notices his grim expression.  

“Boss, are you okay? You seem sad.” 

John fakes smile at him, “Just peachy, just fucking peachy, Joaquin.” 

He turns and follows Bob, not another word spoken for the next hour.  

Again, the whole thing seems pointless, and now the harrowing awkwardness between the two men has grown to crazy proportions. John feels more of an idiot than ever before, he kept on pushing when he should’ve just kept his distance. 

As they head west from their initial starting point, Joaquin notices something far in the trees, as expected he came prepared, he brings out his binoculars and focuses on that point, an entrance, a cave. 

“Hey, look at this, there’s a cave that way.”  

The three of them head towards it, crossing the fields and entering that part of the forest. The cave isn’t too big, but they can walk inside perfectly, the hot air from outside almost instantly disappears, the cave is freezing, it’s also almost pitch dark. 

“This doesn’t feel safe.” Bob says.  

“I know, something is very off about this place, then again cave diving isn't really a hobby of mine, so I don’t know if this is how dark it always is.” John attempts at humoring the situation. 

They all turn on their flashlights, the cave seems to go on for quite a while, they keep walking and come to a halt when they hear noise, it’s nothing too loud just as if someone had kicked a small rock. 

“You guys think there’s something in here?” Joaquin asks. 

“Well, considering we haven’t seen anything living in the past couple of hours, I’d say there shouldn’t be.” John responds. 

“Let’s not let our guard down.” Bob takes a revolver out of his bag, “We can't be too safe.” 

John and Joaquin also take out their guns, they go forward with their lights leading the way. After another five minutes, they come to an opening, there’s a soft glow in the rocks surrounding them, but it’s still too faint for anything to be seen without an additional source of light.  

In the middle was a lake, not too big but definitely deep, even when flashing the light over it, the bottom couldn’t be seen.  

“Joquin step away from there. I don’t want you falling in and getting sick.” John wants him.  

Joaquin scoffs, “C’mon, it’s water nothing to be afraid of.” He turns his back to the lake, suddenly, a figure jumps out of the water making a huge splash, a human/like figure falls on top of Joaquin, causing him to drop his flashlight.  

They start to wrestle on the ground, Bob shines a light on the creature, which makes it flinch, without thinking twice he shoots it causing it to fall dead on the ground.  

John pulls Joaquin up and away from the lake, “Are you okay?” 

“Yeah, what was that?” He says as he stands. 

They take a glimpse at it, John feels his heartbeat drop, he’s too stunned to speak, it was one of the undead creatures that attacked deepwood.  

“We have to get out of here, now!” As if his voice activated something, the water begins to disrupt, out of the shallow darkness, the undead begin to rise, flinching as Bob and John pint their flashlights at them.  

The trio starts running towards the exit of the cave, trying not to look back, the hoard behind them sounds massive, they know it’s better to get out of here.  

Suddenly John trips, causing him to lose his flashlight and gun, Joquin turns around and starts shooting, getting as close to John as possible. 

“C’mon boss, get up, we can’t die here.” 

Bob flashes his light at them and sees the hoard is bigger than they imagined maybe about 40 undead bodies, he notices the light makes them flinch, but it also seems to hurt them.  

“We need to get out of here!” Bob keeps pointing the light in their direction and starts shooting, trying to allow Joaquin and John to catch up. 

In their desperation, John tries to find his gun but it’s useless, he stumbles into Joaquin who falls to the ground, the hoard begins to overpower him, despite his struggle, they begin to drag him deeper into the cave.  

Bob starts shooting and manages to take down about two of them but there’s too many and it takes more than one bullet to cause any real damage. He once again points his flashlight at them, which makes some of them to release Joaquin but there’s still too many for this to work. 

“They hate the light! But this isn't enough to scare them off.” Bob yells.  

“Shit, they have Joaquin, we need to get more light or something!” John manages to find his gun and starts shooting without seeing where he’s pointing at. 

“John stop, you might shoot Joaquin!” 

“What else do we do? Where do we get a light source right now?” 

Suddenly Bob has an idea, “John point at them with my flashlight, try to keep them as distant as possible!” Bob shoves the flashlight in John’s hands, and he searches his bag for his blade. Without hesitation he cuts himself and pours blood onto a rock, “please work” he whispers, “Fiat lux!” as he lifts the rock up it begins to glow until it’s fully shining, the light is enough to make the hoard stand back. 

“Holy shit, you’re a genius, Bob.” 

Bob starts walking towards the hoard, making them back off slowly. “We need to get Joaquin; I believe this spell only lasts maybe a minute.” 

John sees Joaquin’s gun on the floor and immediately heads for it; he starts shooting and opening his way in through the hoard. Bob follows behind him, flashing the stone to keep the undead back.  

Once out of sight, John can hear Joaquin being dragged further down, “C’mon Bob!”  

Bob decides to pick up a different rock, he casts a spell on it as well, dropping the old rock on the floor as to keep the dead back for a moment. He runs after John using the stone to illuminate their way.  

Joaquin is being dragged into the lake, John unreluctantly throws himself into the water trying to get hold him.  

Bob becomes desperate at the sight of the two men into the abysmal waters, he decides to throw the rock into the water, it illuminates them but isn’t enough to be released from the hoard’s grasp. He picks up more rocks, cutting himself to place blood on them, shouting the spell to make the light appear. Its hopeless, they don't budge.  

Inside the water, John is forcing Joaquin out of the grip of the undead, Joaquin is also trying to break free, if they don’t hurry, they’ll run out of oxygen, and this will be their graves. 

Bob doesn't know what to do, he tries to concentrate on his surroundings, the desperation is getting to his head, he then hears the hoard behind him, the first rock he illuminated must’ve run out of light. This is bad.  

He then focusses of the rocks surrounding the lake, the soft glow, it’s part of some sort of bioluminescence that goes all the way around, he thinks quick, once again causing his wound to open, he rubs a considerable amount of his blood on the rock, “Fiat lux!”. 

As the rock begins to brighten, it starts to expand on the structure surrounding the lake, the once dark and abysmal cave begins to shine bright, a blinding glow that makes Bob cover his eyes. 

Inside the water, Joaquin passes out due to no air, John starts yelling his name but it’s no good as he swims deeper, the water begins to brighten, the figures pulling Joaquin flee at the sight, John takes the opportunity to pull Joaquin up, swimming as fast as he can with the added weight. That's when Bob jumps in, helping both men out to safety. 

Once outside, John is almost blinded by the lights, but it's better than having to deal with the hoard. He instantly tends to Joaquin, giving him CPR, “C’mon Joaquin, fight! Don't die on me!” Chest compressions, one, two, three, then mouth to mouth, John repeats it at least three times.  

Joaquin starts to cough, water exiting his mouth, he turns to the side to let it all out. “Shit, that was horrible.” He says as he faces John and Bob, he places hand in front of his face, “Who turned on the lights?” 

John pulls him into a hard hug, “You're okay, you’re okay!” John says, his voice breaking up a bit, “Don’t ever scare me like that! Understand me?” 

Joaquin nods, the poor boy still confused.  

“C’mon, the light won't last much longer, we need to leave” Bob says.  

They stand at Joaquin’s sides and help him get up and start heading towards the exit, as they walk through the cave, they become aware that the hoard once following them and blocking the exit were gone. On the ground, traces of elongated shadows occupied their place. 

“Damn, Bob, you fried those things.” Joaquin said with a small chuckle. 

“We’ll worry about that, outside. We need to make sure we’re out in the sunlight; these things won’t dare go out in the sun.” Bob responds. 

As they stray further from the lake towards the outside, they find some of the undead are still lying on the ground, seems the beam didn't catch up to them, leaving their lifeless bodies where they fell, hopefully now dead for good.  

Finally, outside, the three of them fall to the ground, exhausted and trying to catch their breath. 

As John gets up, he notices the blood on Bob, “Bob, your hand, how many times did you cut yourself?” 

“Don’t worry about it, the important thing is you two are okay.” 

“Don’t start with that bullshit, here, we need to help make sure it doesn't get infected.” John looks at him with a worried face, “Please, Bob.” 

Although a bit reluctant, Bob extends his hand and lets John treat it. 

“All right, good to go.” 

“Thanks, John.” They exchange a simple nod. “So now we know that the light weakens them, whatever those things were.” 

“They were zombies basically, when I saw what happened to Deepwood, I was told they began to rise a few days prior to when shit went down, they attacked the town’s people, and it makes sense that they hate the light, the town was none but pitch black, only light was coming from the street lights and home’s that were on fire.” An uncomfortable silence follows for a few minutes. 

“So, now what do we do?” Joaquin asks.  

“I need to go back inside, maybe if I put my hands on one those dead things, I can see more of what happened afterwards to the town.” John.  

“Wait a moment, John, are we sure those things are dead?”  Bob asks 

“Well, if they aren’t just shoot at ‘em while I'm in a trance.” He responds. 

Bob tries to protest but Joaquin responds for him, “Got it, shoot to kill, let’s go back inside.” 

The closest dead body isn't too far from the exit, so that gives Bob some relief, they make sure to point their flashlight on it, Joaquin with his gun ready, Bob with his blade in case they need another light source. 

“Alright, I’ll try to go in and out, though I don't know if I have control over this shit.” 

“Language, John.” 

“We've been cursing all day Bob... one more won't kill us.” 

Without further hesitation, John grabs hold of the undeads hand, instantly transported to another place. 

The field looks familiar, but there’s nothing around, it’s almost clear he’s in the same spot where Deepwood used to be. But it all seems devastated, there’s no forest, only some structures still remain in the distance.  

It takes few seconds for John to figure out this is the direct aftermath of the void devastating everything, it consumes it all. 

As he walks for a while through the remains, he notices there's also just random item lying about the ground, some scattered shoes, some rubble, a newspaper. He tries to focus on the date when he feels something watching him.  

As he turns around, a figure begins to form in front of him, almost human, except it clearly isn’t. The figure stands tall and says no word, just seems to stare for a moment. 

“You’re not supposed to be here, John. It's still too early.” 

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The figure stood in front of him, it was about his size, no movement came from it, no words, it was like it was just observing John, as if it was trying to analyze him some way. 

“I’m guessing you're the Void.” John said, voice strained.  

What gave it away? You’re not supposed to be here John; it’s nearly a century too early. 

“What are you talking about?” 

You’ll know soon enough, no point in rushing the inevitable.  

“You’re not going to do anything, stay away from Custer Grove! I’m warning you!” 

The Void’s laugh echoes through the field, Humor me, will you? There’s nothing you can do; this is simply the order of things. 

“That’s bullshit, why does my town have to suffer, innocent lives taken to because of you.” 

I am what remains of the initial darkness that covered the universe before that meddling god decided to make you all his personal project. I exist from time to time, keeping the balance of things, I hunger and feed, and leave the rest of your insignificant world alone. Everyone wins.  

“Except we die.” 

That’s just how it must be, now go, I’ll see you soon. 

John was back in the cave, Bob and Joaquin staring at him, as if awaiting any good news. But by the expression on John's face, they knew not to get their hopes up.  

“What’d you see, Boss?” Joaquin asks.  

“I spoke to it, it said this is the natural order of things, and that it’ll see me soon.” John responded 

“Do we know when?” Bob asked. 

John shook his head, “I tried searching for anything that could give me a date, a freaking newspaper, a calendar, nothing. The town’s done for, we can’t save it.” 

“Now just a sec, you didn't make us all believe in your heroic speeches just for you to give up out of nowhere.” Joaquin butted in, “C’mon, there’s something we can do to find out, what if you touch another zombie or another one of the stuffs we have back home, you got the coordinates that way, can't you get the date when this happened to Deepwood?” 

They both look at him with surprise in their expression, Joaquin’s idea may not be too farfetched, after all, it's not like John's visions had an expiration date, or so they hope.  

“Joaquin may be right, but even if that works, how are we certain it’ll happen on the same date?” 

“The void said I was nearly a century too early, so maybe it happens every 100 years?” 

“You think we can go by its word?” Joaquin asks.  

“At this point, what else do we have to go by? I’m gonna try to see if I can envision the void again.” John says as he faces the undead lying next to him, “Here goes nothing.” He grabs the undead’s arm and was once again transported into the empty field.  

The void stands before him once again, not saying a word, just observing him.  

“You make it a habit of staring people until they’re uncomfortable?” 

You’re not supposed to be here, John 

“I know, I'm too early. When exactly am I, anyway?” 

I can’t tell you, that would spoil the fun 

“Either way it doesn't matter, we’re going to stop you.” 

How humorous, what’s set in motion cannot be stopped. See you soon. 

Back in the cave, John realized Joaquin’s theory worked. 

“So, what happened?” 

“You were right, took me to the same vision. We need to get home and find the morse code scroll and try and find a date.” 

“And what will we do if we find it.” Bob asked. 

“I don’t know, not yet at least.” 

Bob pulled John up, “Let’s go, the sooner we get back home, the sooner we can organize what we learned today and use this to our advantage. They hate the light; we now know that.” 

The ride back home was silent, Joaquin lied down in the back and fell asleep quite fast, leaving only John and Bob with the awkwardness that surrounded them. 

“How are you feeling.” Bob asked. 

“Helpless, very doubtful and a fucking fool.” 

“I know this must be hard.” 

“Please don’t, I know you're trying to help, but it just makes me feel like I’m failing everyone, and I know I already failed you.” 

“John, what are you- this is about our talk in the forest isn't it?” 

John doesn’t respond. 

“Please don’t think I... if the circumstances were different...” 

John interrupts him, “Yeah, but they aren’t, and I know I just have to deal with that.” 

They don’t say anything for the rest of the ride.  

They arrive late afternoon to John’s home, a message is sent to the group chat letting them know they’re back. Yelena asks if they want to meet up, but they decide it was enough of an adventure for one day and decide it’s time to rest.  

Joaquin gets into his car and offers to take Bob home, but he declines. “I’ll walk home later tonight.” He says.  

Joaquin nods and takes off, leaving the two men on their own.  

“You good?” John asked. 

“I know you won’t rest until you’ve tried finding out the date of when Deepwood disappeared, and I don’t plan on letting you stress yourself too much.” He says with a half-smile on his face. 

“Thanks, Bob, I know I've fucked up a lot already-” 

“We both have, but we have an opportunity to do something about this and save Custer Grove, we can talk about anything else when this is done, let's make this our priority, okay?” 

John nods and they both head inside; they find the morse code and John grabs hold of it to go back to when he had an encounter with the men in the basement and the undead. 

Once again, he found himself in the basement, the three men around the table receiving messages via morse code. The image of their desperation made John’s stomach turn, seeing this again is not something he wants, but he needs to.  

“Hey.” He says, startling the three men. 

“Where did you come from?” The one called Richard asked. 

“Never mind that, the town is going to shit. What date is today?” 

“Why would you need to...” 

“Please it’s important.” 

They look at each other with untrust in their expression, David speaks up, it’s October...” Before he can finish his sentence, the hoard of the undead enter the basement at a fast pace swarming the place and making John run for the window except this time he doesn’t make it, as he tries crawling outside the space, his leg is caught and he is pulled onto the ground. Before the hoard can hurt him, he’s back in his living room, Bob by his side. 

“Did you find out the date?” Bob asks.  

“No, it- it changed the outcome of my vision, I had been able to escape the first time and then this time I couldn’t.” 

“Wait, your vision was manipulated?” 

“Seems like it.” 

“I guess, technically it is possible that certain factors of the vision can be altered as long as it doesn’t affect the outcome or how it ends.” 

John looks at him, “But why would that be?” 

“When exactly did it happen?” 

“Right before I got the date...” 

“You don't think the Void has anything to do with that do you?” 

John shrugged, “No clue, let me try again.” He says as he grabs hold of the morse code. 

Again, he finds himself in the basement, the three men crouched near the table, “Hey” he yells, “What date is today? Please, it’s important.”  

The men get startled at his presence, “Where did you come from?” 

“No time for that bullshit now, tell me the date.” 

“It’s October...” Like clockwork, the undead enter the basement and John runs out the window, he manages to escape this time, again he witnesses the carnage outside on the streets, he runs opposite of where the undead are, searching desperately for anything that can help him uncover a date.  

He finds himself in an ally, hiding behind some trash cans, trying to keep as quiet as possible, when a sound behind him makes him jump.  

A young woman hiding in the shadow, “I’m sorry I didn't mean to startle you. They’re everywhere, I didn't know where to hide.” 

“It's alright, I know this is scary.” 

“Are we going to die?” She asks, her voice breaking as she speaks.  

John knows these people are already dead, there’s no bringing them back, but there’s also no gain in acting like they don't feel afraid.  

“It's going to be ok,” He lies, “Hey, I need your help, what date is today?” 

As the young woman opens her mouth to speak, a horrifying screech comes from the end of the alleyway, the undead have found them.  

“Quick, get up to the roof!” John order, he helps the young woman up through one of the windows, this is useless, he knows. As he tries to follow, the home’s structure begins to fail, he tries grabbing hold of the roof’s edge but fails miserably, falling onto the ground and hitting his back on the concrete. 

John is back in his home, agitated, breathing heavily. Bob grabs hold of his shoulder.  

“John, speak to me, what happened this time?” 

“Same shit, I try to get a date, those things find me.” 

“Ok, look you're agitated, you need to rest-” 

“Stop, Bob! Please, just stop.” John tries to hold it together, his voice, trembling, on the verge of tears. “If we can't figure this out, everyone dies, the people I love, this town. I had always imagined I'd watch Dylan grow here, in his home, and now, he might not have a home to come back to.” 

“Please John,” Bob responds in the calmest way, “I know this is all so difficult, and I wish you weren’t stuck with the burden. But you can see these things for a reason.” 

“What’s the use if I can't even save my town.” 

Bob pulls him up, “Come on, you need to rest, let me take to your room.” 

John looks distraught, “Would you stay tonight, or is that asking too much?” 

“I’ll stay, if you promise me, you’ll try to relax.” Bob responds.  

John takes a deep breath and nods, Bob guides him to his bed, as much as he wants to keep finding out the date, he knows Bob's right, he needs to rest, he’s been stressing out for too long.  

Once tucked in his bed, Bob heads into the kitchen, he told John some tea would him relax, if only.  

After John drinks his tea he tries his best to fall asleep, he can feel the warmth of Bob lying next to him, it’s comforting to a degree, but after what happened in Deepwood, he knows this is just out pity. 

John dozes off, he doesn't dream much that night, things he’s seen before, the ghost at the cemetery, shadow people but no one actually dies, maybe a change of scenery would help, but that’s just not happening.  

When he wakes up, he notices Bob is not next to him, his voice is coming from the living room, John decides to eavesdrop a bit, but he can barely make out what’s being said.  

“Alright, we'll see you this afternoon. Take care.” 

He walked back into the room, John was already getting dressed up, “Morning how are you feeling?” Bob asked.  

“Better, thank you.” 

“Great, I couldn't sleep a lot last night. So, I started to brainstorm, there’s not much about the Void in ancient texts or in the bible, so I called up a friend, she has contacts.” 

“Contacts? What kind?” John asked. 

“Well, as hunters we deal with a lot of supernatural creatures, but not all of them want our demise, some are more human than others, some, simply survive, as we all do.” 

“Ok?” 

“We know demons aren’t going to help us, they’ll be too scared, but maybe a witch might give us answers, something.” 

John gives him an uncredulous look, “How can we trust someone like that?” 

“My friend has known this woman for years; we can trust them both.” 

“I don’t know about them, but I trust you, Bob.” John says, a half-smile forms on his lips.  

“Alright, go about your day, tell the team about yesterday if you need to, we will see her two towns over at 6.” 

Bob pulls John into a hug, it’s fast but warming. John hates whenever he does this, because the feeling of him detaching himself doesn’t feel right. 

John takes a deep breath and says his goodbyes to Bob, he heads over to the shop, with all the commotion they’ve been pretty absent this whole week, but it’s still Friday, so they might as well get some work done, if the team shows up.   

He texts the group. 

John 07:41 

Anyone showing up to work, it’s Friday. 

Yelena 07:54 

Work? Were we not on the same page that our town was in danger? 

Yelena 07:56 

Plus, Joaquin told us what happened yesterday, were you able to find any more info? 

John 08:00 

Nope, but Bob has an idea, seems we’re meeting a witch this afternoon. 

Joaquin 08:02 

FR? Like, potions & magic stuff? Pointy hat? 

John 08:05 

Good to know you’re wide awake, you can help in the shop. 

Joaquin 08:05 

Do I get to meet the witch. 

John 08:06 

Get your ass over here! 

John opens the mechanic shop as usual, they have a few jobs still pending, and this will be great distraction until this afternoon.  

Within the hour, Joaquin, Yelena and Ava all arrive, he tells them about Deepwood in more detail and explains to them how he tried to enter previous visions to find a date, no luck. He then explained Bob's plan, well what he knew about it anyways. The five of them volunteered to go, curious how real witches work and what powers they have. John hopes Bob doesn't mind all the extra uninvited guests.  

The day goes by as normal as it can, when the clock hits 5, Bob sends John a text to let him know they have to be there by 6, so they need to start getting ready.  

They clean up, and close everything. Bob arrives in his impala, John realizes he hasn’t gotten to fixing it, the rear window is still badly cracked, but it's still running at least.  

Everyone greets Bob, who seems pleasantly surprised at the team wanting to go with him. 

They decide to take John’s truck, Ava decides to go in the front while Bob, Joaquin and Yelena all travel in the truck bed.  

“Do you think this witch is trustworthy?” Ava asks while they drive.  

“Bob seems to trust whoever, these people are.” John responds.  

“And you blindly trust Bob, so we go where he says.” 

“What does that mean?” 

“Nothing.” Ava responds, voice snarky as ever. 

In the back it seems the team is bonding, John likes how easy it has been for Bob to get along with everyone, he finds himself smiling while peeking through the rear-view window.  

They arrive where agreed to, Valdosta, GA. John had never been here despite it being remotely nearby. He parks right at the outskirts of the town, it seems they’re not going into town at all.  

Bob jumps off the truck, he approaches another vehicle parked on the other side of the road, a woman comes out, she greets him with a big hug, they exchange a small conversation.  

As they approach the rest of team, John notices she has burn marks on her face, it seems she was badly injured at some point, probably a hunt gone wrong.  

“Everyone, let me present to you Antonia, also known as the Taskmaster.” 

“It’s nice to meet you all.” She says with a welcoming smile. 

“Taskmaster, that is one of the coolest names ever! I’m Yelena.” She says ash approaches to shake her hand.  

“It’s nice to meet you.” 

“Joaquin Wilson, how you doing? Where’d you get you name from?” 

“A pleasure Joaquin, I was in the special forces back in my home country and as I grew older became part of a special operation known as the Redroom, but I eventually left when things became too... political. I trained to protect people, not be used as a minion putting lives in danger.” 

She seems to cause quite the impression on Joaquin and Yelena, Ava introduces herself as well, she seems slightly less impressed but still she shows her appreciation. 

Before John could speak, Antonia directs her attention to him. “That just leaves you, I’m guessing you are John, the one with the visions of impending doom.” 

“Yeah, what gave it away?” 

“Well, your handsome face doesn't hide the trauma in your eyes, it’s the face of men who’ve survived wars. You must really see some crazy shit.” 

“Antonia, please, you’re going to scare him.” Bob interrupts.  

“Sorry, not my intention.” 

“Yeah, don’t worry, I guess I do look crazy.” John kindly responds.  

A forced chuckled comes out of the group, Antonia decides to break the awkwardness. “Alright, I’m going to take you to see Lilia, she’s been curious since I called.” 

As John heads to his truck, he whispers to Ava “Do I really look crazy?” 

“No, it’s just that we’re not used to see you grow a beard.” 

“But she’s never seen me before.” 

Ava doesn’t respond. 

Bob jumps into Antonia’s truck and the rest of the gang hops onto John’s, as expected, they go surrounding the town rather than going into it, reaching what looks like one of those stores that sells incense and weird crystals that change your energy. The sign on the front read Know your fortune. John immediately thinks this is a scam. 

They follow Antonia into the store, as predicted, it has shelves with weird statues, some crystals, books, and more. Just like what those tourist traps tend to have.  

Front behind some bead curtains a woman approaches, grey hair in a messy bun, dressed like one of those colorful grandmas you see in TV.  

“Hey Lilia” Antonia greets her.  

She scoffs, “I didn’t think you’d bring a whole parade with you. I don't do family discounts.” 

“No Lilia, we came for one specific person.” She points at John. 

“Well, and what makes you the special hunter out of the bunch?” 

“I honestly wish I knew.” John responded, he reaches for Lilia’s hand, “Sorry where are my manners? I’m-” 

The moment John's hand touches hers the lights in the store flicker, she begins to scream, “John, don’t!!”  

The flickering stops and Lilia stairs at John, they’re all startled. 

“What just happened?” Yelena asks.  

“Are you okay?” John asks.  

“The void-” She responds, “I saw you, John Walker. I saw you die.” 

The expression on the team’s faces turns to shock, John’s mind begins racing. 

“What?” He asks confused. 

“I saw you die.” 

Chapter Text

Lilia seemed to cut out of some trance, everyone staring at her trying to make sense of what just happened.  

“What?” Lilia asks 

“You just told John you saw him die.” Antonia says. 

“Who’s John?” 

“Hi.” John says, highly confused and rightfully so.  

Lilia simply sighs and gestures them to follow her into the room from where she came out to greet them, inside was a table with a glass ball in the middle, your run of the mill fortune teller set. “Alright, sit all of you. You’re lucky I have extra chairs; this is usually a one-person ordeal.” She orders. “So just like you John, I have visions, only I see glimpses of the future, now it's important to understand, they don’t always come with context. Sometimes it’s just parts of a whole story, but it takes time for me to collect the pieces.” 

“So, I might not die?” John asks. 

“I’d be lying if I said I fully knew.” She responds. 

“Well, this was helpful, it was nice meeting you, but I have a town that needs saving.” John gets up. 

“Sit.” Lilia orders, John does as told. 

“Now, we can make sense of this in time, right now, Antonia tells me, you need help with your visions. Is that right?” 

“Yeah, I discovered I can relive my visions touching the same object that gave them to me, but the thing is, now the visions are changing.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“I try to get information and the outcome is different. I get attacked as if something is trying to avoid me from getting answers.” 

“By something, you mean the void?” 

“I guess.” 

“Figures, the void likes to play with people’s heads, there’s no reason for it to do all the insipid things it does. The zombies, the droughts, it just likes to play with its food.” 

The last sentence made John’s stomach turn and left a knot in his throat, playing with them like they’re some kind of worthless prey. He hated everything about this. 

“So, you know about the void?” Yelena asks. 

Lilia chuckles, “How old do you think I am, sweetie?” 

“70?” Yelena responds. 

“My dear, I've been alive for 1330 years.” 

The team is shocked by the news; she's older than when America was discovered. 

“Have you seen the void, devour a town?” Joaquin asks. 

“I have, exactly three times, the last was over 800 years ago. I decided it was a spectacle no one in their right mind would like to watch.” 

“Is there a way for us to find out when it’s going to happen?” Bob asks.  

“I’m not sure, I never paid attention to the dates, not much to do but avoid the town it selects.” Lilia answers. 

“Great, then how does this help us?” John asks, frustrated. 

“Well, maybe lose the hostile attitude, this isn’t a drive through you don't order at your convenience. We need to tap into your consciousness, use the details of your visions to find answers.” Lilia responds.  

“Great, what do we need?” 

“The objects you touch to see your visions, what are they?” 

Joaquin stands up and opens his back, “We have this paper with morse code on it, and...” He brings out a severed arm, they had taken the decision of cutting it off and using it to aid them, everyone responds in disgust. 

“Was it necessary for you to rob a dead man of his arm?” Ava asks, grossed out. 

“Well, it was either this or take the whole body with us, but the car didn't have enough trunk space.” 

Lilia sighs, “Teenagers, reminds me why I never had kids. Alright, put the objects on the table. John before touching any of them, give me your arm.” 

John extends his arm, Lilia lifts his sleeve to uncover skin, in a swift movement, she cuts him, her blade tip covered in his blood. 

“What the hell, lady!?” John protest. 

“Quiet! Let me do my job.” She touches the objects with the blade, allowing them to get blood smeared across. She begins to chant something in Latin, but it is quite low, and no one can sort out what she is saying. “Alright, John, lay on the ground, the rest of you, surround him in a circle.” 

Her orders are clear, and no one seems to question her authority, John lays flat on the ground while the other 5 members and Lilia surround him.  

“This is not a nice view to have.” John says. 

“Shut up or I’ll kick you.” Ava responds.  

“Enough bickering, this is serious stuff, when we begin, we cannot stop. John is about to go into a trance to unlock the information he needs, during this trance we cannot stop chanting or he may be stuck in his own mind forever.” 

“Is this really necessary.” John asks, his voice obviously nervous. 

“Quiet, I’ve done this hundreds of times, only one person has stayed in the trance and that was their fault. Close your eyes. Now, everyone else, repeat after me and remember, once we start, we cannot stop.” 

Aperi mentem eius, scinde per memoriam. 

They all do a practice run before starting to chant, Lilia places the morse code paper and the severed hand on Johns body, then they start chanting in unison, it annoys John for a moment, until he realizes their voices are becoming one, and, becoming distant.  

“Is it working, I can’t hear you guys anymore.” No response, “Guys?” he opens his eyes and finds himself in the remains of Deepwood, unlike his vision, the sky isn’t pitch black, on the contrary, it’s a sunny day. 

He walks along the edge of the forest, not really knowing where he is going, after moments of wandering around he finds the cave, the same one where they were attacked. Any sane person would be smart enough to avoid it, but he knew he had to go in.  

It seemed darker than last time, like it had somehow been more devoid of light, with no flashlight or any object to defend himself, John walks in. He pays close attention to any strange noise or movement he can pick up on, but there’s nothing, the deeper he goes, the darker it gets.  

It gets to a point where he feels as if though he’s suffocating, but he keeps going, he arrives to where the lake is, he can tell by the humidity in the area changing, plus the way the echo of his footsteps increases as he enters.  

Slowly he approaches, as if wary that he will wake the undead, at this point John doesn’t know what he’s supposed to see or how reliving this particular memory is supposed to help.  

His thoughts are interrupted by the sudden lighting of the cave, the darks shadows begin to become smaller, as if retreating, and there, once they’ve gathered in one space, stands the void. 

John Fitzgerald Walker, it’s nice to interact with you once more. I am quite impressed, you just don't give up, do you? Almost makes me pity you. 

“I’m only saying this once more, Void, leave Custer Grove alone!” 

Or what? You’re going to light a few rocks and try to make me go away? You are way over your head, John, and it’s time you face the facts; this will not end well for you. 

“I will do whatever it takes to stop you, find every witch, demon, angel, whatever to help stop you. Once I get what I need, that’ll be my only priority.” 

You want a date so badly, don't you? Maybe I’ll give it to you, if you can survive your own mind. 

The water in the lake overflows violently, John tries to run towards the entrance, but it is no longer there, the water is now up to his ankles, but it doesn’t stop. He tries to climb up the rocks but slips and falls into the now extended lake, as he stands up, he notices the water now up to his knees.  

One more time he heads for the rocks, hoping something at the top can let him out, another slip, now back in the water, a strong current is being created within the water, a whirlpool.  

“Oh shit” John says trying to swim, it’s no use, the current is stronger, it rapidly pulls him in, it’s drowning him, pulling him deeper and deeper into the abyss. 

John falls from the sky onto the ground, gasping for air, somehow, he is fully dry and, in a place, somewhat familiar. As he observes his surroundings, he finally connects the dots, he’s in Custer Grove, in the playground he used to play as a child, the one where he saw the dead for the first time. 

The void said something about surviving his mind, this must be a memory, which can only mean one thing.  

“Oh no,” John can see him, the young 5-year-old heading into the cemetery, “hey, no don't go in there!” He says as he runs after him.  

The cemetery is just as John remembered it, confusing and maze-like, the people in town really liked going all out for their family tombstones. John hadn’t been here since the death of Lemar, he had actively avoided it. 

He finds his young self, lost and confused, You found me. John remembers that voice, he runs to shield his younger self from seeing that horrible image.  

“Hey, hey, it’s ok, you’re gonna be okay, alright.” Voice trembling, he tries to reassure himself.  

“Except it’s not, right John?” The young boy responds, “Things will just go to shit from this point on.” 

“No, no, don't say that, ok, we're gonna be okay.” When John releases the embrace, he finds he’s no longer holding anyone. The sun seems to be setting, and dark shadow cover the graves.  

He turns around, the tree now has multiple corpses hanging from them, it’s his family, Yelena, Joaquin, Ava, Alexei, Melina & Bob. Their eyes gauged out while the blood drips from their bodies.  

You couldn’t save yourself John, and anyone who stays by you won't be saved either. 

“Shut up!” John screams in frustration, he finds where the voice is coming from, the void stands next to the tree. John runs at it, knocking it over, when he lands on the ground, he’s somewhere else.  

The edge of town, the road that leads to the river, John is next to his bike, it's the day Lemar dies. “Oh no, please no!” 

The truck is already heading into town; John tries screaming at the top of his lungs, he should know this is useless, it won’t change anything, this is his memory. That doesn't stop him from pedaling like his life depends on it. When the truck reaches the crossroad, John stops and turns around, he can't see this again. He hears the crash, the townsfolk screaming at the sight, tears flow down John’s cheeks, Lemar didn’t deserve to die, John had made peace with that but reliving it isn’t something he wanted.  

John musters the courage to get up, he walks into one of the stores, desperate to find a way out, he crosses a door and finds himself in a living room. It’s his old home; he hears yelling coming from up the stairs. 

“I just took my eyes off of him for a second, Liv, nothing bad happened!” 

“John, I asked you one simple thing. Just keep an eye on him, I come home and he's at the edge of the stairs! He could’ve gotten hurt!” 

“But he didn’t! Why are you being so fucking dramatic!” Past John yells as he rushes down the stairs.  

John remembers, this was one of their biggest fights, the one where he took his truck and almost crashed it when coming back from the bar. “No, please don’t leave them here, Liv and Dylan need you.” He says to his past self, of course he doesn't hear him. 

“John, where are you going, we have to talk about this!” Past Liv shouts. 

“I can't deal with this shit right now.” Past John says, he slams the door on his way out. 

The present John watched as Liv cries on the stairway, a knot forms in his throat, he hated who he was during this time, hated that alcohol had once been a strong part of his life. 

He approaches Liv, “Hey, it’s going to be alright, you’re going to be okay.” 

She looks up at him, her face showing no emotion, when she speaks it's not her voice.  

You sure love telling everyone things will be fine, but even you don't believe it, Johnny. 

“What do you want from me?” John asks, no response, he steps back and heads for the door, as he opens it, he finds himself in the town church, it's late at night. John walks slowly through the corridors, unaware of what he’ll see here.  

He hears voices coming from the dorms, as he enters, he can hear himself and Bob. 

“Goodnight, Bob” 

John remembers, it's when they first kissed, when he fucked everything up.  

He entered the room, Bob crying on the edge of his bed, his hands covering his face. John kneeled beside him. “Bob, listen I’m sorry, I shouldn't have kissed you like that, I didn’t mean to...” 

“I know John,” Bob responds, his face deadpanned on him, “you never mean to do anything except harm the people around. You’re so helpless, a family man with a broken home, swore to protect his team and look at how many times you’ve already put them in danger, and to top it all off, you fell in love with a priest of all things, how much more pathetic can you get?” 

“You're not really Bob; he wouldn’t say those things.” John says. 

“You know deep down that’s what he thinks of you, they all think that of you.” 

“You're wrong, and you're not real, you’re in my head.” 

Bob’s figure distorts in front of him, the void appears. 

Time is running out John, go back home, enjoy your loved ones before it's too late, before you mess everything up. 

“Shut up!” John swings a punch at the void, he misses and he’s in the playground again, he tries running back to the cemetery, too late, his younger self saw the dead girl. John runs trying to leave, but he’s back at the memory of Lemar’s death.  

No matter what direction he takes it’s the same four memories over and over. Like the Void is playing a twisted game with him. John decides to stop, he's exhausted, so he takes a seat in one of the church benches. It hadn't dawn upon him just how much he was shaking, if this is what the Void was doing to him, in his own head, what’ll happen when it’s for real. 

Maybe he could stay here, trapped in his own memory, here he doesn’t fuck up anyone else’s life.  

“I’m sorry,” he says to the empty church, “I'm sorry I’m so fucking weak, the Void’s right, everyone’s just going to die and it’s because I keep thinking I can save them, I’m nothing special.” He begins to sob, “I’m sorry Liv, Dylan, I couldn’t keep a simple promise to see you again. Joaquin, Ava, Yelena, Bob, they’ve stayed by me and all I’m assuring is their deaths.” 

John lifts his head and sees the figure of the crucified Jesus in front of him, he kneels, searching for help where he never had asked before. “Please, if you’re up there, please help me, let me save my family, no matter the cost, please.” 

A door to one of the confession booths opens, John’s unsure of what to do, but he gets up and enters it. 

His old home’s basement, it’s just as he remembered it, his man cave where he’d spent summer afternoons playing videogames and chugging beers with Lemar. It’s also where he first kissed Liv so many years back. 

“Hey, you gonna play or just stare at the ceiling, cause you’re freaking me out.” A young Lemar stands in front of him, looking at him somewhat confused.  

John doesn't respond, he just looks at him, at the friend he lost years ago, a friend who didn't have the opportunity of making a family of his own. Life had been so unfair to Lemar. 

“Dude, seriously, are you good?” 

John hugs him, violently sobbing.  

“Hey, hey, Johnny, what's wrong, man?” Lemar asks. 

“Everything! I’ve missed you much, you have no idea.” 

“Missed me? You were gone for like 5 minutes; we’re in your house. What’s going on?” 

“Sorry, I've been having a shit few days.” 

“Ok, sit down, what’s happening?” 

“It’s not gonna make sense, but you’re in my memory, this has already happened, like 16 years ago.” 

Lemar looks at him with a worried face. "Are fucking insane? What, you’re from the future or something?” 

“No, I mean, I'm reliving my memories, and you, well you’re a product of that.” 

Lemar pulls him to sit on the couch, “That sounds like some crazy shit.” 

“You have no idea.” 

“So, I’m in your past, but are we still friends in your present?” 

John looks up at him, he decides to lie, “We went our separate ways some time back. But we still keep in touch.” 

“Oh, no wonder, your life without me must be hell.” 

“You have no idea.” Joh wipes the tears from his eyes. 

“Alright, let's say I believe all of this, why are you reliving your memories? Are you like on some drug trip?” 

“No!” This brings a laugh out of John, Lemar was always quick with his jokes. “I’m trying to find a date to an event that I need to stop.” 

“Alright, and how’s that going?” 

“Not good, that’s why I'm here, I need some kind of answer, before it’s too late.” John says. “Look I know this doesn't make sense, I’m just, grateful that you’re here.” 

“Anytime, you know that.” 

John let’s himself relax for the first time since he went into this trance. “I’m scared man, some time from now, Custer Grove is going to be in grave danger, and I feel like there’s nothing I can do about it. Which sucks because so many people are depending on me to guide them and give answers that I don't have and if I fail, it's the end of the line for all of us.” 

“Hey, Johnny, since when do you have so many doubts on leading people? Did the older you forget who he is, the John Walker, captain of the basketball team since freaking junior year, no one gets to that position without being fucking great and being a damn great leader.” 

“Thanks, but leading a basketball team is very different than facing a million-year-old god.” 

“I may not have all the context here, but you listen to me, I’d put my life in your hands without thinking twice, and the people currently following you, I know they do too. As long as you fight for what believe in you won’t fail them or yourself, I mean look at you now, digging into your memories, you’re putting in the work.” 

John lets out a sigh of relief, Lemar was always great at giving him pep talks, “Thank you, I needed that. Now the next step is actually getting somewhere, but I don't think my memories are gonna help, it’s the visions I don't control where I might get some answers.” 

“What visions are those?” 

“A place called Deepwood, but it's useless, the void stops me from finding out the truth no matter what I do.” 

“Alright, the void, no idea what that is. How do you stop it?” 

“I don’t know, that’s what I’m trying, but its stupid zombies attack me before I can even get a useful answer.” 

“Zombies? Can’t you go with a gun and start shooting those bastards?” 

“No, that doesn't do anything, they hate light... Wait a minute, I know a spell for that... fuck, but it won't work without” John turns to Lemar, “maybe you can help... I need virgin blood.” 

“Why are you looking at me?” Lemar asks offended. 

“I know you’re still a virgin, dude, you admit it to me a year from now.” 

“First off, fuck you, man, but hey do what you gotta do.” 

John reaches his table for a needle, carefully he pinches Lemar and smears some blood on a coaster, “Alright, let me remember but bob said, it was, umm, Fiat lux” the coaster lights up like a lamp. 

“Holy shit, you can do magic now?” Lemar asks astonished. 

“I’ve got an idea but I’m gonna need some more blood.” John picks up a few items and a backpack, Lemar doesn't protest and follows as John orders.  

He places the backpack on, taking a deep breath before facing Lemar one last time, “I just want you to know, you're my brother, and no matter what happens, I want you to know I love you. Thank you for always being there for me.” 

Lemar extends his arms, “Bring it in, brother.” The hug lasts a while; John is hesitant of letting go. When he does, he’s teary eyed again, this time it feels more reassuring than anything. He says goodbye one last time. 

He heads to the door, “Alright, take me to the basement, the night of the attack.” He opens the door slowly, it seems to have followed his commands, carefully he treads down the stairs, he finds the three men at the table, trying to get help sending distress signals. 

“Who are you?”  

“No time to explain.” John places two objects on the entrance of the basement, “I need you to tell me today’s date. Now!” 

They look at each other, highly confused, “It’s...” like clockwork, the undead enter the door. 

John reacts instantly, “Fiat Lux!” the light from the objects causes the zombies to disappear. “Hurry it up, those things are gonna keep on coming!” As if foretold, they start to crawl through the windows on the side of the street, John places a kind of barrier, with three objects forming as a semi-circle in front of him.  

It’s working, but not for long. “What’s today’s date?” 

“It’s October...” 

John receives a punch to the left side of his face, falling to the ground, he looks up to see the Void standing in front of him.  

Do you ever stop being so annoying? 

“You should know the answer by now, you piece of shit.” He gets up, “and when you come to Custer Grove, I'm going to make sure you die. Fiat Lux!” He shouts as he throws three marvels into the voids face, they light up causing it to back off, it doesn't scream or groan in agony it just watches as if annoyed.  

One of the men pulls John towards the entrance, “Get out of here, you still have a chance, today is the 29th of October 1925” It was Richard who gave him the answer, “Save your people, it’s too late for us.” 

John stares back at the Void, holes poking from its face where the marbles hit him, he doesn't move he just watches John. 

“I’ll see you soon, and we will be ready for you.” John shouts, running out the door, the moment it closes he wakes from his trance. 

“John, are you okay?” Bob asks. 

“I got it! And I know how we’re going to defeat the void.” He says frantically as he gets up, “We’re going to light that mother fucker into smithereens.” 

Chapter Text

They all sat in Lilia’s kitchen; she prepared tea as John explained to everyone what he saw and the crazy idea he had to stop the Void. 

“So, we have about a bit more than a week to stop a god-like cloud from destroying Custer Grove?” Yelena asked.  

“Pretty much.” John responded. 

“And your plan is to blow it up, with light?” Antonia asked.  

“Yes, that is correct.” 

“Are we going to light up the whole town? Where do we even get enough virgin blood for that? Do we go to the blood bank, we can't drain Father Reynolds for his blood.” Joaquin adds. 

Bob sighs, “Thanks for your concern, Joaquin, no we won't drain my blood. However, I would like to know, John, how you plan on lighting up the void.” 

“I said blow it up, just for clarification, ok, and hear me out, we know that spell you casted killed off those zombies, so what if we managed to make that same thing, on a bigger level. I mean, look, we’re not completely helpless, Lilia is a witch, I bet she knows how to do that.” 

“Not a chance. A simple light spell is one thing, but you're asking for a supernova, do you know how dangerous that could be? You’re better off letting the void take the town.” Lillia protested. 

“Ok, what if, we set it off somewhere before it touches Custer Grove, like a forest or something?” 

“That is still too much of a risk, plus, the spell casts light based on the object it touches, like the boy said, you'd need to cover a huge portion of land, a town. Also, the blood does help when you’re not a witch. By the way father, any chance I could get a vile of blood from you, adult virgin blood is rare these days.” 

Bob just gives her a look. 

“Ok, so we can't cover a great portion of Custer Grove and light it up, how about we contain in something, like a bomb! You know, muster a good deal of light into something and then when it gets close, boom!” John responds.  

“John, you're becoming delusional, making a bomb, out of light, that’s unheard of, we would need to gather the energy of the sun into some simple object, that’s dangerous.” 

John sighed defeated, so much for his amazing plan. 

Antonia stood up, “Wait, Lilia, what if instead of the sun, we used the energy of souls?” 

“What?” 

“You told me, years ago, how at some point witches were stealing wandering souls for their energy, because they could harness power like a battery. What if we did that, harness the energy and power it into a bomb.” 

“Alright, enough, you are all going insane, I know you want to save your hometown, I get it. But the Void is a natural force, it is part of the natural way of things, as witches we also form part of that nature, you'd be going against it and that never ends well.” Lilia said.  

Bob stands up, “Well Lilia, with all due respect, the last time the Void presented itself was over a hundred years ago, and now, the natural order of things has evolved, I mean, let's be realistic, any other decade and Antonia would’ve murdered you on the spot.” 

Antonia nods, “I mean I did try when we met.” She chuckles.  

“Yet here we are, in your home, and you've been kind enough to help guide John into his memories to find what he needs, I ask of you, please, help us, we might just have a chance at saving our home.” Bob says. 

John feels a bit of warmth inside his heart, Bob sees Custer Grove as his home, that makes him feel happy.  

Lilia says nothing for a few moments, eventually she sighs and exhales a sound of pure annoyance. “Fine, if you want to play heroes, I’ll help you play heroes, but it is not going to be easy, reuniting a few souls won't do you any good, we need to find a place roaming with them and that’s not easy with every witch trying to use them for their own gain.” 

“Maybe, we can tap into my gift as Bob calls it, I see ghosts since I was a kid and shadow figures.” John says. 

“Well look at you, some clairvoyance might come in handy. Anyone else got any special abilities?” 

Bob raises his hand, “I can see a demon’s real form inside a possessed body.” 

Lilia nods, “Of course you two boyfriends would have abilities.” 

“No, we’re not-” 

“Hey, no explanation needed, I’ve lived on for centuries, nothing surprises me that easily. Drink your tea, I need to make a few calls.” 

Bob and John’s faces are red with embarrassment, the rest of the team, including Antonia, all share a look and laugh at them.  

A few minutes go by, they drink their tea as Lilia goes out to the store front, when she comes back, she’s holding a necklace of sorts, primarily made of black beads, with what seems like an inverted pyramid in the middle. “John, I want you to wear this, we will use it to tap into your powers and find a place with as many souls as we may need.” 

John gets up and instantly puts it on, within moments the necklace seems to gain consciousness, and it lifts almost as if pointing the way.  

“Ok, that is awesome, I need to learn magic.” Yelena says excited. 

“The necklace is tapping into your foresight and locating where we will find a good number of souls that can serve us with what we need. Before we begin to follow it, it's important to note, souls are usually pacifist, they just exist in our terrain as they never went to heaven or hell, but when confronted, they can become very aggressive and pose a threat to us.”  

“Alright, so what do we need to be safe?” 

“Well, we need protection, so I’ve call around, pulled a few strings, we're meeting some acquaintances. Besides that, you will use salt and iron, those are great at repelling angry souls.” Lilia says.  

“Gear up, team. We’re going soul hunting.” John says, the six of them prepare before heading out.  

John hops into his truck and takes the lead, letting himself be guided by the necklace. 

“Strangely enough today is not the strangest day I've ever had.” Ava says from the passenger seat, “Once you get used to the fact that demons and the supernatural exist and finding out your boss and his boyfriend have superpowers.” She smirks. 

“What? Bob is not my boyfriend...” 

“Maybe not... but I saw the way he looked at you while you were in a magical trance, it wasn't just him worrying it was him longing for you.” 

John sighs deeply, “He doesn't share the same feelings I do... He's made that clear.” 

Ava shifts in her seat, “So, you do feel something for him?” 

“Maybe, but it’s not mutual.” 

“I don’t believe that I mean it, that man feels something more than friendship for you.” 

John doesn't say another word for the rest of the trip, he feels stupid letting Ava know Bob’s feelings towards him aren’t the same. It was one thing for him to try and understand that, but another for the team to suddenly find that out, and knowing Ava, she would tell Yelena the second she got the chance.  

About ten minutes into their drive, John notices a vehicle approaching and following them, he gets a text message from Bob saying they’re Lilia’s acquaintances and will be accompanying them for this mission. 

He doesn't respond just reacts to the message with a thumbs up, the conversation with Ava seems to have struck something in John.  

It takes them about another thirty minutes before the necklace points to a closed off road, they decide to park outside of the gates, it’s old and rusty, seems like it's been abandoned for years.  

Yelena starts searching on her phone to find out where they are, “It seems like this road leads to an abandoned mental hospital, St. Patrick’s hospital, shut down in 1985 due to malpractice, pretty much the patients were being downright tortured to the point multiple unregistered deaths occurred. Great spot to find wandering souls.” She says sarcastically. 

“Well, it seems abandoned, doesn't look like much security around, unless there’s hidden cameras.” Joaquin says.  

“I don't think there is, seems like one of those places where teenagers go in to film their stupid exploring videos to put them online.” Antonia adds. 

“Well, let’s open this thing and go in, no use in leaving the cars this far out, plus I'm guessing Lilia’s visitors don't like the idea of walking either.” John says as he notices the third accompanying vehicle parks near them, but no one has come out yet.  

He takes a pair of bolt cutters he had in his truck and breaks off the chain allowing the gate to open, he drives in leading the way for the rest of them. The road is full of vegetation, grass high to the point it covers the tires, John hope’s they don't get stuck on something. 

It takes them at least 5 minutes into the road to see the hospital, it’s quite big and looks like you would expect any abandoned building to look, the paint is peeling off, windows broken and graffiti across the walls. It’s clear this place has been rampaged by teenagers.  

They park near the hospital entryway; the doors are open and look very uninviting.  

Once outside, John notices the two new additions to the group, a young African American woman, with a clean shaved head, wearing a long white sleeved dress, and an Asian American woman with color streaks in her hair, she seems more laid back, wearing green jeans and a Metallica shirt. 

“May I present to you, Jennifer Kale, potions witch, and Alice Wu, a protection witch. Here to help us with your death wish.” Lilia says.  

“Hey, I've seen you before, you have a skin care line and a YouTube channel.” Ava says pointing to Jennifer. 

“Always nice to meet a fan. However, today we are here on a more serious note, Lilia says you need souls, and lots of them.” 

“We need to make a bomb.” John says.  

“Out of souls? That’s some hardcore shit.” Alice says, “Well, you’re gonna need a lot of protection, and that’s why we’re here apparently.” 

“Enough wasting time, let’s get to work, this place freaks me out.” Lilia says. “Now, Jen, what do we need?” 

“First things first, the cauldron, if you boys would be so kind to bring it out of my car.” John, Bob and Joaquin do as told, besides the cauldron they also take out some water and some herbs. “Alright, next we need to start a fire.” 

Before they can start adjusting the wood, Alice does a quick gesture with her hands, and the wood instantly starts burning. They add the water and begin to mix in the herbs; Lilia pours two small bottles with some strange blue liquid.  

“Alright, anyone who is going in there, I need a strand of hair.” Jennifer indicates. 

The six of them give them a strand, John is honestly surprised seeing Ava of all people also providing her hair. 

“What?” Ava says as she notices John stare. 

“I just, didn't think you'd want to go in there, that’s all.” 

“I’m not a helpless damsel, when my parents died, Bill made sure to teach me how to defend myself, in case he was never around.” She says giving him a cocky smile, “So don't fear John, I’ll protect you.” 

The three witches are gathered around the cauldron as if in a trance, they begin to recite some words in Latin, the water in the cauldron begins to change color, they pour it in small cups. 

“Here, each one of you drink this, it will provide safety from the souls trying to inhabit your bodies and them directly touching you.” Lilia says, “However! This does not protect you from their telekinetic powers, so flying objects can still hurt you.” 

“Good to know” Yelena said. 

“So, overall, what’s the plan?” John asks. 

“Well, you need to collect as many souls as you can, they need to be contained in something, and the best bet is the necklace you are wearing. But you need to be careful once contained, it will become unstable.” 

“Ok, how to we avoid it from blowing us up?” 

“Once the necklace is charged with the souls, you will wrap it in this piece of cloth, it’s made of werewolf skin, that stuff’s pretty resistant.” Alice says as she hands it over. 

“Now, listen to me carefully, all of you, you must first find the area with the most concentrated souls, the necklace will let you know where that is, that is where you have to say the spell.” Lilia indicates.  

“It might be easier said than done, this place may be crawling with souls but if we want them to all be in one place you may have to round them up.” Jennifer adds.  

“How do we do that?” Joaquin asks.  

“Provoke them, make them follow you. Basically, make them want to kill you, once you have them in the same place, recite the spell. Inclusum nullus effugium est.” 

Everyone repeats it at least twice to ensure they remember.  

They prepare their guns and flashlights; Bob has his blade with magical encryptions in case it is needed.  

The six of them stand at the entrance of the hospital, the eerie feeling they get is shared amongst all of them, but no one says a word. 

“Alright, let’s do this, if we survive, pizzas on me.” John says.  

“If?” Joaquin asks. 

Inside the hospital it seems like your typical abandoned establishment, broken glass, dusty furniture, graffiti everywhere, documents scattered on the floor. But no sign of any ghosts.  

“Alright, how do we get these things to show up?” Yelena asks.  

“Most times they’ll appear by themselves, maybe the protection spell is too good at its job, we need to split up and search.” Antonia suggests.  

“Are you crazy, aren’t we an easier target like that?” 

“Maybe but not if we place a point of reunion where we can all meet up and trap those motherfuckers.” 

“Ok, two teams?” John asks. 

Antonia nods, “Yelena, Ava and I will search this floor, you boys go to the second floor and look around.” 

 “Well that sounds riskier and more dangerous.” Joaquin says.  

“Good to know you’re aware.” 

They split up, the boys cautiously go up the stairs, guns in hand, it’s unsettling the amount of noise the stairs make as they creek with each step. John can feel the hairs on his neck standing up, this place feels wrong to say the least. 

As they access the second floor they find more of the same, only now there’s plenty of individual rooms, some still have the beds in them. 

John can only imagine the type of torture they went through. Maybe being experimented on and then having to be locked up in these dreadful rooms, some don’t even have windows. 

An empty can falls to the ground startling John and Bob, they turn around instantly with their guns pointed forward, only to find Joaquin with his hands in the air and with guilty face. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare anyone I swear.”  

They lower their guns, “For fucks sake you almost gave me a heart attack, be careful!” John whisper shouts. 

Bob takes a deep breath, “Language John, it makes no sense to get mad at each other. We need to be on the lookout,” he stares at Joaquin, “and careful where we step, ok!?” 

They both nod and continue their expedition, the atmosphere seems to become heavier the further they get into the hospital.   

The sudden movement of one of the beds in the rooms they pass by startles them again. 

“Joaquin what did I say?” John asks angrily. 

“That wasn’t me I swear.” He responds with fear in his voice. 

Before they can react, something pulls Joaquin into the room, his screams lower as the door shuts. 

“Holy shit!” John shouts as he runs to the door, he kicks it open and finds Joaquin pinned against the wall. “Hey, let him go!” John shouts, not knowing where to look. 

A figure appears in front of them, a man wearing a long robe, a nail sticks out of his head.  

John instinctively shoots at it with his gun, and the figure disappears, Joaquin lands in the ground and Bob rushes to help him get up. 

“I think we got their attention.” Bob says.  

They head out to the hall; more and more souls take shape in front of them.  

“Alright, time to run.” John shouts, he shoots a warning shot at the ghost closest to them, but he knows this will only provoke them more.  

As they run to the stairs, the doors to the rooms swing open, objects fly towards them, making them duck at every second.  

“Shit! Lilia wasn’t lying when she said they would throw stuff at us.” John says.  

A mattress hits them and blocks their way, they take a quick detour through what seems to be a living room. 

“These assholes really like to inconvenience us!” John shouts.  

In the room, vinyls begin to fly towards them, Joaquin picks up a table and uses it as a shield. “C’mon, is that all you got!?” 

They exit through a separate door and run to the stairs; a flying object impacts John and sends him tumbling down. Before Bob and Joaquin can react, they trip over a cable that is placed in their way. The three of them fall, ending up in a bundle at the bottom of the stairway. 

“Did anyone break anything?” Bob asks.  

“The boss broke my fall, thanks boss.” Joaquín responds. 

“You’re welcome, now please get off.” John says. 

The figures begin to rapidly follow them down the stairs. They run towards an open garden in the middle of the hospital.  

The girls are there; they seem to also have their hands full., as they shoot at some of the souls approaching the entrances. 

“Do we recite the spell now?” Ava shouts. 

“No, we need more souls than this! It’s got to be full of power.” Bob shouts back. “Plus, Lilia said the necklace would let us know when that was, everyone in the center!” 

Antonia attacks some of the souls with an iron rod she has, allowing Ava and Yelena to get closer to her. John and Bob open way by shooting at them, Joaquin mimics Antonia and picks up an iron rod from the ground, he uses it to make way where the others are. The six hunters find themselves surrounded.  

“It's a good thing they can't touch us!” Joquin says.  

As if he had given them some twisted idea, one of the ghosts lifts his arms, elevating Joaquin and swinging him across the room. The team watches horrified as he lands. 

“How much longer do we wait; they’re closing in on us.” Yelena asks.  

John pulls up the necklace, “C’mon give me something!” 

Antonia is the next to lift and be sent flying out.  

“John, I don't think we’ll survive if we wait any longer!” Bob says, in that moment he’s pulled back as well.  

“Fuck, Yelena what was the spell, I forgot?” John shouts his back facing hers. 

“Are you fucking kidding me? I don't remember.” 

“Oh my god, it’s Inclusum nullus effugium est, please write it down next time!” Ava shouts. 

Yelena is thrusted through the air, seconds later so is Ava, John is now surrounded by what feels like millions of ghosts, he can feel his feet depart the ground. The necklace begins tpo shine, before John is thrown through the air, he takes it off and throws it in the air.  

“Inclusum nullus effugium est!” 

John is sent flying against a wall, the necklace begins to shine brightly, all the ghosts in the room begin to be absorbed, but it seems as if it doesn't stop there, the ray of light expands through the halls, in a moment, all that’s left is the him and his team lying on the ground. 

A sigh of relief escapes John, once again they've survived. 

“All right, good job team, pizzas on me.” 

A collective and sarcastic yay is shared from the other 5 members.  

John uses the werewolf skin to wrap the necklace; he’s scared it might blow up any second.  

They head outside where the coven waits for them. 

“Well, you look less like shit than I thought you would.” Alice says.  

“Here, take this.” Jennifer hands them cups full of more mysterious water, “We don't want you guys internally bleeding or something.” 

“Here’s the bomb.” John tries giving the necklace to Lilia, but she pushes it back. 

“You keep it since you are the one using it. Our job here is done, we cannot interfere with the passage of the Void, from this point on you will be the sole protectors of your hometown, whatever outcome that brings. I will be communicating with you in the days to come, but via phone, far from your town.” 

“The max we can do is give you these,” Alice gives them what seem to be necklaces made of rope, with leaves hanging from them and a few beads. “Most spells do no good against the void; your bomb may be your only hope of survival.” 

“But be certain of one thing, you as a team, will be stronger together than you are separated, do not let hateful thoughts invade your head, don't allow yourselves to wallow in sadness, find joy in each other, as if your last days are ahead of you, because they might be.” Jennifer says.  

“Great pep talk, very uplifting.” Yelena mumbles. 

They all set out their own ways, Lilia and her Coven leave in one vehicle, Antonia decides to stay the night and rides back with Bob into town, and John makes sure to take his team back home.  

This was a short win for them but overall, the idea that it could all be in vain still haunts his thoughts, however, they took their decision. Now, they will do whatever they can to defend themselves.  

John takes a deep breath as he heads back home, tomorrow will be another day.

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Bob hadn’t gotten any sleep at all, it was a mixture of a lot of things, the fact the Void was closer with every day passing, the risks his newfound family was putting themselves in constant danger and now... Lilia’s vision, specifically saying she saw John die.  

To no one’s surprise, John would sacrifice himself for the people he loves, and that worries Bob, because, when the moment comes, that might just happen. It would be crazy to think he could convince John to run, to not be the hero for once, an impossible task, John's a determined man, from the moment he decided he’d help Bob hunt demons, no one could convince him otherwise. It was something Bob admired of him, even if he knew that would be his own demise.  

His bravery was both agonizing as it was attractive, that was the thing, Bob had never felt attraction in the way he felt it for John, and it's not like Bob isn't aware of his sexuality, he knows he likes men, but he also knows he devoted his life to the church. Allowing himself to be selfish and take something he wants goes against his morals. 

The constant thought process in his mind begins to stress him out, he decides to start the day and gets out of bed, Antonia is still in the spare bed next to his, she insisted she would take him out for a drink today, Bob had accepted on the count that it was for a lemonade or something.  

After a quick shower and getting into his clothes, he heads to his office to review paperwork, however, a knock at the church door startles him, it was still too early for any of the committee members to be here for general cleanup. He opens the door and finds two men at the entrance, behind them is Joaquin with an extremely guilty face. He assumes these are his parents.  

“Good morning, Father Reynolds, it’s nice to finally meet you. I’m Sam Wilson, this is my husband, James Barnes.” 

“But everyone just calls me Bucky, please do so too, if you don’t mind.” He interrupts.  

“Of course, you are Joaquin’s parents.” Bob kindly responds.  

“Well, it is lovely to know that you have spoken with him before, because we would appreciate it if you spoke to him again, please.” Sam pleads.  

“Is something the matter?” Bob asks 

“We are worried about him, we don't know who he's hanging out with, or what he’s been doing, but this is about the third time he’s gone home with bruises and scrapes all over. We are scared, he keeps making things up, and we just want him to talk to someone.” Bucky says.  

Bob almost instantly gets an idea of what's happening, seems Joaquin doesn't want his fathers from finding out about his recent escapades.  

“Of course, I will gladly speak to him.” Bob says, he gestures for them to come into the church, and guides Joaquin to the confession booth. The boy hasn’t said a single word in his defense since they arrived.  

Once inside the booth, Bob starts, “So my child, may I know what’s happening?” 

“Sorry Father, my dads saw the bruises, and I couldn't think of a good lie, I didn't want to tell them the truth and get them worried, or get you and the Boss in trouble, so I just stayed quiet.” 

Bob sighs, “I am very grateful you wish to protect us, but your parents worry for you, and with good reason.” 

“I know, and I hate myself for worrying them, but what do I do? I don't think I can tell them about, all of this, not without sounding insane or getting sent to a military school, I need to be here.” 

“Do you want me and John to talk to them?” 

“Maybe, but not now, they leave for another one of their military conferences in about three days, by the time they’re back, we’ll have defeated the void, right?” 

A knot forms in Bob’s throat, he wanted to be optimistic about this, tell Joaquin that it would all work out and that in the end he would be able to tell them about how they won, but only God knows what was going to happen within the upcoming days.  

“Joaquin, I don’t know what’s going to happen. But here’s what I do know, you have two loving parents who worry about you, I don’t think telling them about the Void will work in your favor, but maybe let them know that you want to spend these next three days with them, let them know you love them. If they ask about the bruises, tell them it was some dares with friends, and you promise you'll stop seeing them.” Bob hated the idea of telling Joaquin to lie to his folks, but in the context of their situation, it was the better option. 

“But what if another demon attacks in these days.” Joaquin asks. 

“Then John and I will handle it.” 

“You’re asking me to stay out of it?” 

“No, I am telling you to stay out of it, I don't want your parents to see you hurt. Please, for them.” 

After a long period of silence, Joaquin responds, “Fine, but only until my dads go away, then I’m back on the team.” 

“Thank you, Joaquin.” 

Bob says his prayers and considers the conversation done when Joaquin speaks.  

“Can I say one last thing, before I go out there and get all sentimental with my dads?” 

“Go ahead.” 

“Remember how I told you I won the bet with Yelena and Ava? About you and the boss?” 

Bob clears his throat, “Yes?” 

“I didn’t, I lost... I heard you when we came back from Deepwood, how you said that you wished the circumstances were different.” 

“Yes, I remember.” 

“Well, maybe you don't need for the circumstances to be different, when the Void comes for us, it’s gonna go down. And I saw the way you two look at each other, it’s the same way my dads look at each when they get all romantic. You should talk to each other, before it’s too late.” 

“I don't know what to say.” 

“It’s none of my business, I know, but I just thought well maybe... before we have to fight for our lives, you might as well tell him you also care for him.” 

“He knows I care about him.” 

“Dude, like more than a friend.” 

“Joaquin-” 

He raises his hands as if in defense. “Sorry, Father, I know, it’s not my place to tell adults what to do, but you know, maybe it’ll be good for you two.” 

The conversation ends there, Joaquin and his parents leave, allowing Bob to continue with his daily activities. Not without keeping their conversation in his mind all day, part of what Joaquin said was true, he did care for John and it’s true when the Void comes, they will be the only thing standing between it and the town. 

The outcome might not be as expected, and if by then it’s too late. 

When dawn approaches, Bob heads out to find Antonia who’s decided to go sightseeing, though Custer Grove really doesn't have much to offer. 

He finds her outside on one of the park benches.  

“Enjoying the view?” Bob asks. 

“I enjoy the calmness of this place, gotta take advantage, back home my kids drive me nuts sometimes.” 

“How are Michael and the twins?” 

“Growing every day, making my life interesting, wondering when Uncle Bob is gonna visit.” She chuckles.  

“I will soon, I promise.” 

“Ya know, I ran into that Yelena and her girlfriend today. Taught them a trick or two with the bow and arrow.” 

“I’m sure that’ll come in handy. They’re sweet girls.” 

“And badass, you got yourself a good team, Bob.” 

“Yeah...” he slightly chuckles. 

“All right, let’s go to the bar, we’ve gotta celebrate.” 

He’s confused by the statement “What are we celebrating?” 

Antonia looks puzzled at his question. “Bob, today is the 21st, it’s your birthday, you're 30 now!” She says enthusiastically. 

Bob realizes it’s true, “I completely forgot, I’ve been so overworked with the church and the Void situation.” 

“Today we are going to forget about that stupid Void, and you are having a drink with me, you deserve to celebrate.” 

Inside the bar, Antonia orders some drinks. 

“Margaritas?” Bob asks playfully. 

“They’re not as alcoholic, I know you don’t really drink, but I believe at least one is deserved, you don't turn 30 every day.” 

“Thanks.” 

“Oh Bob, I know if your parents were here, they’d be so proud of you. Following in their footsteps, saving people, both literally and spiritually.” 

“Thanks, Antonia, I miss them every day, but I’m glad I have people around me who care about me as well.” 

“We sure do, and I know just like me, your parents would want you to be happy, you know actually follow what your heart wants.” She takes a drink of her margarita and gives him a weird stare. 

“Um, what does that mean?” 

“You know... c’mon don't make me say it out loud.” 

“I’d rather you would.” 

“John Walker, the man you like.” 

“I don’t like John, I mean I do, he’s a great person-” 

She interrupts, “Bob c’mon, cut the crap, the way you look at him, the way he looks at you. Yelena told me how John blushes when he talks about you.” 

“That’s ridiculous.” 

“Bob, you can’t live your life forbidding yourself from being happy. We’ve talked about this.” 

“I’m not. I swear.” 

“I don’t believe you.” 

“Well you’re not a therapist; you can't analyze me.” 

“Don't need to, it's clear as day.” 

“I am being serious.” 

“Look me in the eyes, Bob, tell me what you feel for John.” 

“I love him.” The words just slip out, after that Bob stays silent, just sipping on his drink. 

After what seems like an eternity, Antonia speaks up, “Have you told him?” 

“No, and I won’t.” 

Antonia sighs, “Why must you men make everything so complicated? You do know he might die, right?” 

“Antonia don't say that!” 

“I know, it’s hard to hear, but if Lilia saw it in a vision, it’s a strong possibility. I know the thought has probably been stuck in John’s mind since yesterday. Maybe he needs someone he can talk to.”  

“Yeah, I'm sure conversing about death is the proper scenario to also make a love confession.” Bob says sarcastically. “Can we maybe change the subject?” 

“Fine, but before we do, I just have to say, you’re being stubborn, I know that man likes you as well, hell I’ll bet $1,000 that he loves you too, no matter how much you reject him, and if I were in your position I’d run up to him and just say it. But of course, I am not you.” 

Bob gives her a half smile, they begin to talk about other things, Antonia’s recent hunts, her husband and children, Bob’s pastor life in Custer Grove, avoiding the elephant in the room. 

While Bob has a mere margarita and a beer, Antonia has the drinks constantly coming, she’s a bit tipsy by the time Bob decides she's had enough. 

He takes her back to the church dorms, making sure no one sees them as to not create any vicious rumors. Once she’s tucked in Bob decides to lay down as well.  

It’s fairly early, only 8pm, he tosses and turns but can’t rest, the conversations he's had with everyone today, they keep replaying in his mind. As if begging to be addressed, as if requesting he give an answer. 

You should talk to each other, before it’s too late. 

You do know he might die, right? 

The words echo in his mind; and make him takes his decision.  

He writes a message for Antonia; in case she wakes up, then heads to the impala. On his way he stops at a store to buy something for them to drink, something to start the conversation, if any.  

As he arrives to John's home, he starts having second thoughts, his mind creates many scenarios, what if John doesn’t want to have this conversation, after all, Bob has rejected him twice, and made it clear this isn’t possible. Guess here’s to finding out. 

He climbs the stairs, each step making him dread his decision increasingly.  

He knocks, hands sweating and heart racing, why? He’s spoken to John multiple times, hidden his feelings, kept it strictly hunter professional.  

John opens the door, his beard has grown in nicely, and his hair lays flat, he seems to have just gotten out of the shower.  

“Bob! What a nice surprise, is everything ok?” John asks.  

“Yeah! I just... wanted to check up on you. After what Lilia said, after your adventure into your own mind, I can’t imagine all the stress you must be going through.” 

“Well, it gets better now that your around.” 

“I had an idea, umm... on my Birthday, my father would take us stargazing, it was a nice way to celebrate, and I loved listening to my family have conversations. I thought maybe you and I could do something like that, keep the tradition going?” 

“Wait, keep it going? Bob, is it your birthday?” 

He simply nods in response. 

“Bob, why didn't you say something, I could've made you something for dinner, invited the whole team!” 

“I honestly forgot, I haven’t really celebrated my birthday in years, not since my parents passed away and my siblings moved. But I would really like to spend it with you.” 

“Wait, I’ve got an idea! Park the impala closer, we’re taking my truck, I know a great spot, it’s private and the view is amazing.” John says as he runs into his room. 

Bob doesn’t question him; he heads down to park the impala closer to the house, when he gets out, he finds John coming down the stairs with blankets in his hands.  

“What’s all that for?” 

“We’re gonna stargaze in the back of my truck so we have somewhere to lie down and be comfortable. It’s gonna be so much fun you’ll see.” 

They hopped into John’s truck, the streets were silent, not many people out. 

They didn’t talk on the way there, but it didn’t feel like an awkward silence, quite the contrary, as if these moments between the two gave each other a sense of security. 

John takes a left at one of the exits, a path Bob was unfamiliar even existed, then again it’s not like he’s had much time to explore his surroundings. 

“Alright, we’re here. Let’s get comfortable.” John says. 

They place the blankets on the bed of the truck, meticulously arranged so they can enjoy the night sky in comfort.  

Bob brings out his drinks.  

“What’s that?” John asks. 

“They’re called Jarritos, they’re different favored soda, I discovered their existence back in Mexico during a hunt once. Became a fan since.” 

“Huh, what flavors you got?” 

“Pineapple, fruit punch, lemon.” 

“Let me try pineapple.” 

John takes a good sip, “Alright, this is good!” 

They share a laugh, both sitting on the edge of the truck bed, neither of them has decided to lie down. 

“How are you, John? Really?” Bob asks. 

“Scared shitless. I don’t know if our bomb is gonna work or if this has all been a waste of time.” 

“It will work, and we’ll be right next to you. Remember that.” 

“Team gryffindor, all the way?” 

“Actually, Antonia was telling me we should change that, seems the author is quite the mean-spirited person.” 

“Ah shit, can’t have anything nice.” 

They laugh it out. The silence follows. 

“You know, there are days where I just wish I could forget everything.” John says. “Not care and just leave, but I know I won’t do that, I can’t leave this town behind.” 

“That’s why you’re a great man, John.” 

He scoffs, “I don’t think I am, but thanks.” 

 “You are, since the day I met you, I’ve known; being a hunter means making sacrifices, watching the people you love make tough decisions. You’ve done that from the moment you decided to save the town.” 

John doesn’t respond, he just takes another drink. 

 “I wanted to apologize to you, John.” 

“What, why?” 

“I guess there’s a lot, I lied to you and denied demons when you confronted me, I feel like you took the job so seriously from day one when that wasn’t your obligation.” 

“Maybe it wasn't but I made it my obligation.” John says,  

Bob sighs, “I also want to apologize for the way I’ve reacted, you’ve poured your heart out to me twice, and all I’ve done is give you mixed signals.” 

“No Bob, I know I’ve been pushy-” 

“Please, John, let me finish.” 

John hushes and gestures for Bob to continue. 

“When I met you, I saw a family man, someone who was responsible and a good person, just living a normal life. Then suddenly you were there, putting yourself at risk for someone you’d barely known and with every passing day I got to know you, I fell for you. But I knew I wasn’t supposed to, I knew I had to reprehend those feelings, and then you took the step I was too scared to take, you kissed me.” He takes a deep breath. “And I thought about it that whole night, and every day after that, wishing you’d do it again, and when you did I coward and I felt so stupid for rejecting it, because it’s what I want.” 

John notices Bob’s hands tremble, he grabs hold of them, giving a reaffirming grip. 

“What I am trying to say is, I love you, John Walker, and I don't know what’s going to happen when this is all over, but I don't want to be left wondering what could've been.” 

There’s no immediate response, just a long stare, John huffs a small laugh before filling the space between them. His hand caresses Bob’s cheek before pulling him in for a kiss.  

It’s soft and slow, they allow themselves to enjoy each other, the kiss is full of hunger, yet they go at a steady pace, it feels like they have all the time in the world.  

When their lips depart, they stay there, foreheads touching, eyes closed.  

“I love you too, Bob.” They share another sweet kiss.  

“Do you want to lie down and watch the stars a bit?” Bob asks. 

“I’ll try, but I might just stare at you.” John says with a small laugh. 

They lie next to each other, watching the night sky, sharing glances and kisses every now and then.  

At some point they ignore the stars completely, instead they have a conversation for hours, pretty much about everything, they let the stress of the Void go away for once. Kisses are stolen every now and then, they get lost in the heat of the moment, their hands slowly exploring each other's faces, as if trying to memorize what the other looks like by touch. 

Before they realize, it's near 3 in the morning.  

John offers to take Bob back to the church, he declines, telling him he wants to go back home with him. 

A shy smile is shared before they head back to John’s home, once there, they rid of their clothes, it’s a strange type of intimacy, one where they get to see each other naked but not enact any sexual activities. Instead, Bob rests his head on John's chest, he hears his heartbeat slowly calm down as they close their eyes to rest.  

For once, Bob is happy he chose to be selfish.  

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Custer Grove began to shift more into the holiday season; the town had turned into the spitting image of what you’d expect from any Halloween special on a kids show. Jack-o-lanterns everywhere, the trees now a covered in a mixture of orange, brown, and golden colored leaves, scary decorations to where the eye could see.  

This was the type of celebration John usually detested, and why wouldn’t he? His past had been filled with images so terrifying; it could send the sanest man into a psychotic state.  

Yet now, here he was, enjoying the cold morning breeze, huddled in bed with the town priest, their naked bodies keeping each other warm and in comfort. Bob had asked John if they could wait before being together sexually, he was still quite nervous, they both had agreed to it, although amid their passionate kissing, they did end up stripping off their clothes.  

John would wait for Bob for as long as he needed, if only they were certain they had that much time, however, he tried to ignore that, at least for today. Every time he looked down at the young man resting on his chest, he found himself not believing it was real.  

He took a long deep breath.  

“Is everything, ok?” Bob asks, head still resting on John.  

“Yeah, sorry, just a little strange, trying to get used to this.” 

Bob lifts his and gives John a small kiss, “Well, you better get used to it.” He says with a smile. 

“Do you want me to make you something for breakfast?” John asks. 

Bob nods, “But maybe we could stay in bed a little longer... you're warm.” 

John blushes, “It's because of you.” 

Bob buries his face in the space of John’s neck; he hums small tune while he rests his eyes. John’s hands caress Bob's back, the feeling of Bob’s weight on top of him makes him feel cozy. They’ve both decided to not acknowledge the raging erections they've been having, John does not want Bob to feel any pressure, but there’s only so much of a bodily function you can control.  

After another hour in bed, John decides to get up and make Bob some breakfast, the young priest protested heavily, not wanting to let go of John, but his stomach had betrayed him, it rumbled loudly. 

John moved swiftly in the kitchen, he decide on making blueberry pancakes, something he knew Bob would enjoy.  

As he finishes, Bob comes out of his room, he wears one of John's hoodies, it’s oversized and comparing their size difference, it covers Bob perfectly. “God, I couldn’t think you could look any more beautiful.” 

Bob blushes at John’s words, he gives him a quick kiss and then sits down to have breakfast.  

“These tastes wonderful, John.” Bob says. 

“Thanks, I figured you deserved something special for your birthday. Well, the morning, after.” 

As they continue to eat, a knock on the door startles them, John wasn’t expecting any company, and he had taken the decision of closing the shop for the holiday season as he told his customers. 

“Who is it?” John asks as he approaches the door. 

No response at first. 

“It's me, Antonia, you two lovebirds decent?” 

Bob looks at John, “I forgot I left her at the church dormitory; she was drunk.” He says. 

John opens the door, to find Antonia, but she's not alone.  

“For clarification, I wasn’t that drunk, I needed a reason to have Bob man-up, you’re welcome.” She says as she enters. 

John then focuses on the additional visitors, his amazing crew. 

“And why are you three here?” 

“Well, Kate and I saw Antonia yesterday and exchanged numbers, when she told me you and Father Reynolds had finally stopped being idiots and spent the night together, I wanted to confirm it with my own eyes.” Yelena says.  

“That’s not gross at all.” John responds.  

They all enter the home to John’s annoyance, quickly ambushing Bob.  

“Morning, Father.” Joaquin greets.  

“Good morning, everyone.” He responds politely. 

The smirks on the girls’ faces are priceless. 

John offers them pancakes and the four of them accept, as he makes them, he notices the silence is quite eerie, it's making him uncomfortable, he sighs and turns around. 

“Alright, you each get one question. Then the discussion is over.” He says facing the four visitors.  

“Ok, me first,” Yelena says, “Is this official? Are you two together?” 

“Yes, Bob and I are officially together.” John responds.  

A collective awe is given by the team.  

Ava raises her hand, “How does this affect you being a priest? I was unaware you could have a relationship, let alone same-sex one.” 

“There's time to figure that out, I’d say my priorities are more inclined to the dark cloud that is coming to consume our home.” Bob kindly responds. 

Antonia raises her hand, “Not really a question, more of a I told you so. Plus, I’ve decided I’ll conjunct your names, you’ll now be known as Job.” 

This garners a collective laugh, a small chuckle from Bob, but a bit more annoyance from John who tries to hide it. 

Joaquin, seems to be staring into nothing, and John notices, “Hey buddy, you good? Do you have a question.” 

“Yeah, so now that Father Reynold's is no longer a virgin, how will we create spells?” 

Bob chokes on his coffee, John's face fully turns red and the girls start to laugh uncontrollably. 

“Joaquin!” John shouts. 

“Sorry, honest curiosity.” 

Bob clears his throat trying not to choke anymore, “Do not worry, my chastity is still... mine.” 

“Oh, you guys didn't do it?” Joaquin asks. 

“Ok! we agreed one question each, yours is up, now everyone eat your breakfast before I throw you out.” 

Yelena and Ava try their best to hold in their laughs, Joaquin genuinely seems confused, Antonia just gives Bob a look.  

After John finishes serving them their plates, he walks towards the kitchen fridge, before he can get there, his mind shows him a gruesome image, he sees his friends and family laying lifeless on the ground, Bob mere inches from him with his neck slit open, John faces away, only to be met with the town fully devastated, nothing left by ruins.  

A figure in the distance, it's that thing, the Void.  

See you soon.  

John's back in the kitchen, hyperventilating, Bob rushes to his side. “Hey, John, it’s ok, you're alright, breathe.” 

“Shit, that was horrible, we need to be ready. I think the Void knows we’re preparing for it.” John says, breathing heavily. 

“How is that even possible?” Yelena asks.  

“Well, it is an ancient being, and John’s been in communication with it, even if it was in the past... so that probably set it off.” Antonia says. 

“Alright, so what does this mean for us? Are we on higher alert than before, what else are we supposed to do?” Yelena asks.  

John doesn't respond, he is still trying to catch his breath.  

“Well, Lilia did warn us that prior to its appearance, the Void would try its best to play with our heads.” Bob intervened.  

Joaquin raises his voice, “We need to war prep; that’s a thing my dads talk a lot about, we know the Void is coming, and we can't only depend on the bomb, we need to have backup plans, evacuation protocols, initial lines of defense, now’s the time when we all start taking this more seriously than before. When it comes for us, we need to be ready.” 

They all share a look of deep uncertainty, but overall, they know Joaquin’s right, this is the moment they start taking a stand not 7 days in the future when it could all go to hell.  

John finally stands up, it seems he’s been able to calm himself and catch his breath, “All right, Joaquin,” he pauses, taking a deep breath, “clearly you are more qualified for this than I am, lead us, what do we need to do to prepare?” 

“Wait, you want me to be in charge of that?” 

“No one else has your experience with these things, we trust you.” 

Joaquin’s face lit up, if it weren’t because John had his mind on so many other things, he’d think he the saw the boy with a tear in his eye.  

The following day, they all reunited at Yelena’s, if they needed war prep, the Shostakovs were a shoe in to get this right. 

“Alright, so we know that the Void knows we expect it.  Now we need to make sure we have some line of defense.” Joaquin, started, “I was looking at the possibilities we had of evacuating the town, but no matter what it seems to be almost impossible, most people in Custer Grove are attached to their homes, and we know from past experiences, that a fire or a flood isn't enough for them to leave town, we'd be better off making sure that the townsfolk are all reunited in one safe spot.” 

“We can create a storm of big proportions, to have the townsfolk huddled into the schools, the auditoriums are a good spot to have everyone safe.” Yelena suggests.  

“It sounds like a good idea, but it might affect our first line of defense.” Joaquin responds. 

“Which is?” 

“The light spell used to defeat the zombies, we place blood marks on strategic points around town, so in case those things are summoned, we have a line of defense, then we create two more strategy points, one surround town square and finally one around the school auditoriums, to keep the townsfolk safe.” 

“How about instead of an actual storm we summon the beginnings of a hurricane.” Bob suggested, “this will alert the townsfolk to move to the safe area without risking the sigils form being washed out.” 

“Great that helps with two matters on this, next we need to talk about the next line of defense, we know the light spell doesn't work for too long, so next we need to defend ourselves on the battlefield.” 

“That's where we come in handy.” Alexei says with enthusiasm, “Bunker beneath our house is full of weapons, we’ve been preparing for whenever a new war unleashed, never expected to be with an army of the dead.” 

“What are we talking, rifles, some grenades that we can use?” John asks.  

Alexei scoffs. He leads them to the bunker it is bigger than anything they expected, and when John sees the arsenal, they have available, his mouth drops open. This military grade A level weaponry.  

Assault rifles, grenades of every caliber, shotguns, army knives, machine guns, a fucking bazooka.  

“Jesus Christ, Alexei, just what kind of war event did you think was gonna happen?” John asks. 

“You are very welcome, John.” 

They spend the day testing out the weaponry in the outskirts of town, Joaquin has them practice shooting moving targets by having them shoot at some remote-control toys making them move fast.  

John, Ava and Kate have the least experience handling the different type weaponry, John is used to his rifle, he has a hard time, staying firm when it comes to handling a machine gun.  

While Kate may not be as skilled with a gun, her skills with the bow and arrow are immaculate. Ava surprises on her to hand combat skills, she seems to know her way around a knife. 

The assault rifles aren't really John's territory, but he takes a liking to an M39, it takes a bit of getting used to, but by the afternoon, he shoots like a pro. 

Bob seems to master the use of weapons just fine, but it’s Antonia who really does justice to her alias the Taskmaster, she is skilled at hand-to-hand combat, her aim is perfect and she learns pretty quick when it comes to a new tool she may not have used before.  

After a quick lunch, Joaquin brings out a map of the town, seems his parents had it made some time ago, they being to pinpoint the strategic areas where they will need to smear blood and create sigils for the light spell.  

The outskirts of town wont present much of an issue when marking with Bob’s blood, but they must find a way to mark areas in town square without the townsfolks thinking that it’s some kind of demonic activity, the last thing they need is to create panic.  

Bob suggests they advise the townsfolk, that various homes will have their wall structure evaluated, and that the homes that do, will be marked with red exes, that way he can sneak a smear of his blood onto the walls.  

As they head to the truck to mark the first line of defense, John stops Bob before entering the car. 

“John, what’s wrong?” 

“Are you sure this is, okay? I mean, are you ok with the idea of us making you smear so much of your blood? I just don't like the thought of us abusing your good will.” 

Bob places his hand gently over John’s cheek, “I will do whatever necessary to protect our home, this is just a bit of blood, but it’s something that'll give us a chance at winning.” 

“I know that but-” 

“But nothing, please John, I’m aware of the risks, I’ll measure myself when doing so ok?” 

John nods, Bob pulls him in for a kiss. 

“God, I still can't get used to that.” John responds, huge smile plastered on his face. 

“Ew, please get a room, you’re too old to be acting like teenagers in love.” Yelena says approaching them.  

They get into the truck, on their way, Bob cuts his palm and begins to pour a big amount of blood into a cup, he says it's easier to use it as paint rather than to reopen his wound every time they get to a new landmark.   

Boulders are their main target, as when enhanced by magic these will create a big light source, in cases where they couldn't find boulders, they resorted to the trees, their size would also come in handy when enhanced. 

By the time they surround Custer Grove and finish marking the landmarks, it starts to get dark.  

They decide that would be enough for today, tomorrow they’d keep practicing their shooting and mark the homes in town square and the school auditorium.  

Antonia crashes at Yelena’s, after the Shostakovs were impressed with her range and abilities, Alexei asks that she join them for dinner.  

Bob likes the idea as he still feels a bit guilty for leaving her alone the other night. Plus, to no one's surprise, he was going to stay with John. 

The drive back home was quiet, but felt comforting, John just wanted to get into bed with Bob, cuddle up for a bit and fall asleep, letting behind the thoughts and the stress. 

He knows that with every night that passes, another day goes by and with that the 29th comes closer. But right now, these nights with Bob are what are keeping him together.  

“You’re thinking too much, John.” Bob says interrupting his thoughts. 

“Sorry, I just want to get to bed, it was an exhausting day.” 

Bob just hums a response.  

Once up the stairs and into John's house, Bob pulls him into an embrace and begins to kiss him slowly. 

“You need to be honest with me John, I know when you become stressed about something, it shows in the way your expression changes.” 

“I’m sorry, I just begin to worry about everything and I’m trying my best to keep it together.” 

Bob rests his head in John's chest; they stand in place for a while. “You don't need to pretend like everything is fine all the time, not in front of me, it’s alright to feel like this is a huge burden, because it is, it can feel disheartening at times.” 

The words seem to trigger something in John, he begins to feel helpless, his body reacts as if a huge weight was imposed on it, he falls to his knees while Bob tries to his best to hang on to him. John begins to sob, and all Bob can do is hug him tightly.  

“I promise you, we will all do our best to help save Custer Grove.” Bob whispers, “but right now, allow me to help you.” Bob gets up and he pulls John, the blonde hunter’s eyer are red, he sniffles for a moment and tris to give the priest a warm smile. 

Bob guides him into the bedroom, he helps John undress, leaving him in his white t-shirt and boxers, Bob also removes his garments, and they lie down together. 

John hasn't said a word in quite a while, and Bob doesn't insist on it, he instead just stays there, in silence, his hands softly drawing imaginary lines on John’s arm, as a way of trying to lighten him up. 

“I’m sorry.” John finally says.  

Bob shakes his head. “You have nothing to be sorry about; you have every right to feel upset. But promise me you won’t try to push me or anyone else away, we can't help you if you don’t tell us something’s wrong.” 

John nods, he pulls Bob in a for a kiss, and he hugs him tight. “I love you.” 

“I love you too.” 

After a while, John begins to doze off, as he does, he finds himself in his living room, Bob is nowhere to be found, but the Void is there, the figure standing in front of him just stares.  

How sweet John, I suggest enjoying your little priest while you still can. 

John wakes up startled, Bob is still in his embrace, already asleep, John tries to stabilize his breathing and pretend like the Void isn't threatening him directly, he can't do more than kiss Bob on his forehead and try to sleep again while holding on to him tightly.  

Seems tomorrow’s going to be another dreadful day.