I move to her side and lift her up to see if she could stand on her own but her legs tremble, and I have to support her weight fully, 'Damn…I thought werewolves healed fast but she can't support her own weight…yet.' I feel my big brother instincts kicking into overdrive as I hold the young woman up.
"Please I have to find Wednesday, she's my best friend…the werewolf took her!" I feel a shiver run down my spine at the use of the name Wednesday, Enid's panic and desperation to find her friend momentarily ignored by me in favor of the rising panic I'm feeling towards the real Wednesday and Enid being in the world of Supernatural.
"Wednesday Addams…daughter or Morticia and Gomez Addams…?" I ask Enid and though she develops a surprised expression on her face she nods yes to confirm my question.
"That would make you Enid Sinclair?" I ask only for clarification which makes Enid almost look fearful and mistrusting of me.
"Look, where I'm from you are characters in a TV show, I don't know how you're here or why, but you're in no shape to go looking for your friend. I pulled seven silver bullets out of your back just an hour or two ago." Enid's facial expressions turn even more desperate at my words and I know that if I don't reassure her she'll try to run off in her condition and probably get herself killed or worse.
"Enid, I will go look for Wednesday while you stay here, eat, sleep and recover your strength." I firmly command her while scooping her up in my arms, I feel Enid's claws start to elongate and dig into my chest but she inhales deeply her nose close to my chest and relaxes.
"Please save her…" Enid pleads to me, her eyes watery, "I will…find her." I confirm while carrying Enid downstairs, lay her down on the couch, move to the kitchen, grab the ten pounds of rare meat and a gallon of holy water and hand it all off to Enid who looks at me like I'm both her charming prince and a total crazy person.
'I wish I was getting bubbly Enid full of smiles, giggles, laughs…hughs especially the hugs I could really use one right about now, this isn't about you, you asshole this is about Enid she is injured/scared…and worried for her best friend, she needs to be comforted and reassured, that she's with someone capable!' I can't help but think, while my body seemingly moves of its own accord, making me press a kiss to the top of Enid's head, feeling embarrassed at my own actions I leave the house before anything can come of it.
'Why the hell did I do that?!' My hands shake slightly as I leave Bobby's house unsure of where to even begin searching for Wednesday and the werewolf that took her.
"I guess the first thing I should do is go to where I followed Enid's blood trail to and go from there." A soft hum leaves me and then I fill my lungs full of breath, and break out into a sprint the scrapyard blurs around me and I burst into the woods.
Locating Enid's blood trail from where I followed it to earlier is rather easy, following it further, crossing a few streets along the way, I come to a clearing where the confrontation between Wednesday/Enid versus hunter and werewolf, the smell of blood, gunsmoke and a mix of multiple somethings like rotted meat/wetdog/ammonia make my nostrils sting.
Spotting a glint of metal on the ground next to a tree I move towards it and find a Rapier that looks a lot like an American Calvary sword, "Might better bring this with me." Grabbing the sword combing over the rest of the clearing I begin following the trail that smells like wetdog and rotten meat.
Coming to a parking lot that has an area cordoned off with caution cones and police tape, inside of it there is a chalk outline of a human body.
Then I spot Jody getting into her cruiser and rolling down the driver's side window, focusing on my hearing turning my head so that my right ear points towards her cruiser, "Emerson, put out an APB on a late model red and rusty pickup with one of those camper things in the bed of the truck…the driver is possibly the doer of our John Doe who tried to be a good samaritan while witnessing a possible kidnapping." Getting a lead on the vehicle I'm looking for I try to think of where the werewolf might go.
'After dropping a body in a populated area the werewolf will probably avoid the highway…and stick to the back roads, having a pickup truck the wolf might take it a step further and use logging roads.' With these thoughts in mind I try to visualize the maps of the area I've been memorizing for a few hours everyday, before breaking out into a jog, then a full run.
The wind whipping through my hair, jumping, sliding and dodging trees and other barriers as I make my way up the mountain I hear a blaring car horn, putting on more speed I arrive at the crashed vehicle low and behold it's a mid 90's F-150 red pickup with one of those campers attached to the bed.
Seeing a nearly decapitated and rough looking Hugh Jackman look-alike and a hole in the windshield taking a deep breath through my nose while concentrating on my senses, I am just barely able to pick up the soft crunch of forest underneath light footsteps, coming up behind.
Turning on my heels dropping into a crouch,I find a wounded girl with a large branch sticking out of her abdomen, while also having a bleeding head wound and multiple other wounds dotting her body, her black hair in pig tails, cold black eyes watching me like a hungry predator, hunting knife clutched in her hand in a reverse grip.
The way her face is stained with blood, the way it runs off of her chin, 'Damn she's beautiful…she does look a little reminiscent of Jenna Ortega but she's more like Christina Ricci and Jenna Ortega were fused to make the perfect Wednesday.'
"Hey, I pulled about two pounds worth of silver bullets out of Enid, she's recovering at my house but she begged me to save you…but I see that wasn't necessary since you saved yourself and all." Wednesday nods her head and I notice her hands are trembling and her teeth are chattering.
"Enid is safe?" Wednesday asks me her voice carrying a slight tremble.
"Yes, look I know you don't have any reason to believe me...but you need help...I can give it to you if you'll trust me for a bit." I offer and hold out Wednesday's rapier to her hilt first Wednesday approaches me with slow cautious steps and a cold faced expression on her face.
"Very well then, but be warned if you attempt to betray or harm Enid or I...you will die... painfully." Wednesday warns as she gently retrieves the rapier from me, her eyes roll up in her head and she begins to fall forwards.
I catch her and feel a knife trying to poke it's way between my ribs, I roll my eyes and gently lift Wednesday off of her feet and over to the truck, resting my back against it, I close my eyes and desire to be taken to my pocket dimension near the Ultimate Healing Potions...which is the only place I can think for them to be.