Wynonna Earp chased the beast through the woods, running after it with all the lung-burning speed she could muster. She'd probably lose it in the woods, the demon, like she had before, or maybe she'd kill another demon stooge, if she got lucky. If she got unlucky, she knew she might get dead. After all, she was cursed. And not with blazing speed, she found. Pausing to lean against a tree after a while of running fruitlessly, Wynonna listened to the woods as dusk settled in around her, putting a chill in the air. She could no longer hear or see the demon up ahead and rolled her eyes. Dark was a dinner bell to these things, she didn't dare let Peacemaker, the only thing that could stop them, stay in its ankle holster for the long walk back to the
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"Really? Drool? Do you know how hard that is to scrub out?" She fired the gun into the tree above her, still moving her feet back towards the Homestead now that it was almost completely dark. "Now you haveta die."
She fired the gun again, chasing the demon around the branches of the tree with bullets; it growled when she finally launched one in its shoulder, and in its clamor to the next tree she shot it down. Bleeding and gurgling, the thing still looked a nasty mix of half-monster, half-human, glowing eyes and foaming mouth. Well, the curse definitely told her what to do next.
"Make your peace," She stood over it and fired a bullet straight into its skull, fighting a flinch at the flicker of light and life in its eyes, before Hell itself opened to the claim the monster for home. Wynonna turned back to her Homestead. Those other plans, stiff malt liquor promising to hit her like a ton of bricks, was calling her home.
There would be more demons, more to fight and kill, tomorrow, and every day after that. She'd probably die fighting demons, like most of her family for the last hundreds of years. Hell, she could drink for
"Really? Drool? Do you know how hard that is to scrub out?" She fired the gun into the tree above her, still moving her feet back towards the Homestead now that it was almost completely dark. "Now you haveta die."
She fired the gun again, chasing the demon around the branches of the tree with bullets; it growled when she finally launched one in its shoulder, and in its clamor to the next tree she shot it down. Bleeding and gurgling, the thing still looked a nasty mix of half-monster, half-human, glowing eyes and foaming mouth. Well, the curse definitely told her what to do next.
"Make your peace," She stood over it and fired a bullet straight into its skull, fighting a flinch at the flicker of light and life in its eyes, before Hell itself opened to the claim the monster for home. Wynonna turned back to her Homestead. Those other plans, stiff malt liquor promising to hit her like a ton of bricks, was calling her home.
There would be more demons, more to fight and kill, tomorrow, and every day after that. She'd probably die fighting demons, like most of her family for the last hundreds of years. Hell, she could drink for