Humans vs. Demons 1 -- Closed

Thanks for the well wishes everyone. She's getting out today. She tripped over 1 of our cats and broke her leg.
From everything I've read I'm going to Sammygirl .
I really hope you're a demon because if not, the demons will have outsmarted us again.

With that, we have a winner! Well, a loser, but you all know what I mean. To the gallows!

EBWOP
Vote: Sammygirl
I don't think it showed up in my last post.

ouch. I almost broke my neck with my cats running up and down the steps and me almost falling.

Ouch.

Topic is Closed until I can write up some stuff...

Total Vote Count:
Sammygirl898-- 8 (By: Stokes, Annielicious, Blueisheyes, Saiya, Soccerlaker07, Stacey55, Angel325girl, and sammy's_luver)
Stacey55-- 1 (By: Sammygirl898)
Lily_Kat_89 -- 1 (By: Jawkill)

People who did not vote:

lelea
Lily_Kat_89
Nightshadeisis

Day three seemed to pass more quickly than of the other days past. However, it is on this day that the townspeople of Evansville finally felt the strong need to work together, and find them a demon to kill!

Luckily the night before, Dean had tracked one of the townspeople, as he had been doing the previous nights, but this time he got lucky and struck gold at last. He had followed Sammygirl898, and she along with two others, who he could night make out in the night, visited Raven. The only logical conclusion was that Sammygirl had to be a demon, but how could he share this with the group? If he or Missouri broke cover, they would surely be the ones to be killed the following day or even at night! However, Dean knew of one person he could trust, Saiya. Saiya had seemed like a good enough fellow, and had provided enough proof for Dean that showed he was a normal citizen. So now he could tell Saiya, who would probably be willing to pass on what he had learned and share it with the town.

Sure enough, Saiya passed on the information Dean had given him the night before about Sammygirl, and now everyone was looking at her with an eye of suspicion. Eventually, enough of the townspeople believed in the evidence Saiya had provided them and voted to kill off Sammygirl.

Dean watched as the townspeople dragged Sammygirl to the gallows to hang. Dean was absolutely sure that she had to be a demon; there was no mistaking it, so he came prepared for when this hanging went bad.

As they dragged her to the gallows, she continued to kick and scream that she was innocent; much like Saiya had done the day before. And it was only then that Dean thought that he may have made a mistake…and maybe she wasn’t a demon after all. However, only time would tell if he was right.

Eventually, the guards who had hauled all the way to the gallows finally managed to put the noose around her neck and fasten it tightly. It was then that something seemed to click on within Sammygirl. The sudden change was startling. She no longer screamed and cried for her life, but instead now she was laughing. It was the kind of laugh that made the hairs on the back of Dean’s neck stand up, and send a shiver down his back. At that moment, Dean knew he had not made a mistake. He knew that Sammygirl was a demon!

Some of the townspeople in front realized the same thing as Dean, and they screamed and began to run for cover in their homes. Dean, however, remained cool because this was what he was planning on. He had remained in the back so that no one would see him, including the other demons that may be amongst the town, and thus provided him wit the perfect place from which to spring his attack. From within his jacket sleeve he withdrew the demon knife he and Sam and used a countless number of times on demons in the past. With all his strength, Dean launched the knife from behind the crowd of people. Soaring through the air, Dean thought that the knife would probably serve more as a distraction than anything because surely the demon could stop it before it ever got close to them, by which time Dean would have pulled out Dad’s old journal and begun to utter the ancient words to exorcise the demon.

However, the unusual silence caught Dean by surprise as he flipped open his Dad’s old journal trying to find the right page. He looked up to see that the knife he had thrown had done more that serve as a distraction; it had actually hit its target….right in the heart. Sammygirl’s bones seemed to light up from within her body around the area where the knife stabbed her, the slightest hints of smoke leaving the wound. Then she began to spasm and jerk uncontrollably for a few moments until she fell completely silent and was just hanging there supported by the noose.

Everyone looked around to see who had thrown the knife, and Dean had to act fast to hide the book and try to look behind him as well to seem innocent and remain hidden. When he looked back around, he saw that everyone had believed his quick fake, and had all turned around to look at Sammygirl’s body again.

“Let’s get her down and bury her with the rest,” suggested one of the townspeople eventually, “I’m sure it wasn’t the host’s idea to do all this. No need to punish her soul in the afterlife for the actions she had no control over.”

The crowd all nodded and made sounds of agreement. Then they all went together to bury the body of Sammygirl898, and went back to the safety of their homes for the night. Dean went back to his motel room for the night, but he’d be back up again in a few hours to track someone else. However, he went to sleep with the comfort that at least they had gotten one of those Demons…at last.

So passed Sammygirl898, a demon!

Night Phase 3 Begins

Demons and Special roles, please PM me with your actions for the night.

Deadline is Thursday June 11th @ 9pm EST

Dean was sound asleep, when he heard a noise come from outside his motel room. Without really thinking about it, he sprung out of bed clutching the demon knife he had so willingly taken from one of the townspeople who had removed it from Sammygirl’s body saying something along the lines of, “I’ll take that for you.” Dean had always had the habit of sleeping with a knife under his pillow…now it just happened to be a special demon killing knife.

Still in his boxers, Dean went over to the window and looked out to see if he could see someone standing near the door or if someone was walking by the motel. He didn’t see anything. However, the angle he had didn’t provide a good look right next to his door or any of the ones further down. Dean wanted to just make sure everything was safe before he would allow the idea that he was just overreacting to take hold. So he went to the door and slowly undid the security clasp and unlocked the door. Then he opened the door slowly, the old ancient wood giving off a rather loud squeak for the middle of the night. Eventually, Dean got the door open enough for him to peak his head out and look up and down the sidewalk. Again, there was nothing to be seen.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Dean closed the door and locked it back up again before heading back to bed. However, just as he was about to fall back asleep the alarm he had set to wake him when it was time to go out track someone else went off.

“This is freak’n brilliant,” thought Dean as he slowly drudged himself out of bed and got dressed, “Just once…I’d really like to have a good nights sleep without having to get up in the middle of the night or morning.”

Once Dean had put on his favorite leather jacket and had grabbed the demon knife which he had under his pillow, he once again undid the security clasp and unlocked the door and stepped out into the cool night air. Dean first went about his usual security sweep of the area, which he got in the habit of doing every night before he went to the house of whomever he was tracking that night. Everything was quiet, as usual. Dean went to the home of person he had chosen to track for this evening, and saw nothing out of the ordinary. The lights were off. No one was out and about moving. Everything was again quiet and normal. Dean knew that he shouldn’t dream of trying to return to bed; he knew that he would have to stay here all night long and way into the early morning until he could return to his motel room, just to come out again and act as if he had had a good night’s sleep.

Then, while Dean was waiting off in the shadows, one of the street lamps near by began to flicker.

“Ahh…crap!” was all Dean Winchester could think of…along with quite a few profanities.

“Hello, Dean,” said a voice from off in the shadows…very close to Dean.
Dean spun around to face the direction the voice had come from; simultaneously, he drew the knife he had tucked up his jacket sleeve. But before he could do anything further, he felt an invisible force yank the knife out of his hand and heard it clatter to the cement sidewalk. Then he felt another invisible force push him hard in the chest to the point where he fell over backwards and landed with a loud groan on the sidewalk. Then Dean felt the invisible force spread from his chest to consume his whole body, he couldn’t move.

“You’re the reason why those petty humans finally found one of us, Dean,” said another voice from the shadows, “Alastair knew you were in town, but we have to be honest and say that we didn’t know what you looked liked or anything. However, your neat trick with the knife…gave us all we needed.” Continued the voice, but Dean heard the knife click off the cement as it must have been picked up.

“You see,” jumped in the first voice, “your pathetic attempts to try and hide when everyone was looking didn’t really work as well as you had hopped. However, we have to admit again that your trick with the knife caught us by surprise, that’s why it worked in the first place. However, we are here to guarantee that it never happens again.”

Dean heard footsteps coming closer to where he was pinned down. He felt so helpless. He couldn’t move an arm to defend himself, couldn’t kick a leg, he couldn’t even freak’n talk in his defense!! All he could do was thrash around and making grunting sounds to express his frustration and anger.

“Imagine, Dean,” said the first voice again, this time much closer and off to his left, “Imagine how Alastair will repay us when we report back and tell him that not only did we kill you, but we were able to murder all the pathetic human scum in this stupid town, as well.”

Dean could almost see in his mind the evil crooked smile the demon was wearing now. He could also hear the silent laughter between the two demons standing over him, laughing at his weakened state and inability to fight back.

“Do you have any last words, Dean?” asked the second demon and Dean felt the invisible pressure holding every muscle in his body down, relax over his mouth so that he could speak,

“GO TO HELL!!” he screamed, but before he could add the long strand of curse words he had been thinking this whole time, the invisible force was reapplied and all his yelling was muffled, but he continued to yell them anyway.

“Been there….”

“Done that.”

Then out of nowhere, Dean felt a sharp excruciating pain come from his left side. He quickly looked up to see the handle of the demon knife sticking out of his chest. As Dean watched, he saw a pair of hands reach out from the darkness and take a firm hold on the handle, and then they jerked it strongly to the left.

Dean screamed as he felt unimaginable pain tear through his body. He actually felt a red hot flash of pain sear across his entire body. However, his screams were muffled for he was still restrained; he couldn’t even writhe in pain, all he could do was scream in his throat and feel the pain course through every bone and muscle in his body.

The demons once again took hold of the knife handle and jerked it to the right this time. Again, Dean was screaming to himself and to the darkness for the pain that shot through him. He felt the muscles of his heart rip apart as the demons rotated the knife. He felt the blood pumping out of his body instead of through it. Eventually, the pain began to fade away, into a distant echo, only to be replaced by numbness. Then Dean began to see black dots in his vision, and he was beginning to feel dizzy even though he was pinned to the ground. Then his vision went completely black, and he felt nothing and the darkness took him.

So passed Angel325girl, who was Dean Winchester.

Day Phase 4 Begins

With 11 players, 6 votes are needed to kill someone.

Deadline: Saturday June 13th @ 9pm EST

Sorry for any spelling errors...I wrote this at around midnight...

Note:
Stacey55 and Night both do not have the time to really play at this moment. So they are excused for not participating much, if at all, this round.

omg! noooo! this can't be happening!

Oh man I liked Angel325girl, knew she had to be one of us!!! But oh Wow Dean??!! Well that was a double wammy for us! It kiind of takes the joy out of being right about Sammygirl! Castiel, Missouri, where are you????? We sooooo need you now!

Well.........that just sucked the life out of me! Its been a long day, and a horrible night ...............see you all in the morning!

RIP Angel325girl.


Demons if you do sleep............keep one eye open! THIS MEANS WAR!!!!!

R.I.P. Angel325Girl!!!! you were awesome!! u were a really good friends =)

R.I.P. Shannon! You sly little devil... you hid that from me so well!

Alright, so the night phase sucked, but at least we finally got one of those pesky little bastards! Thank you Shan and Saiya!

R.I.P. Angel325Girl!!!! you will be missed

Nooooo!!!!! Dean!!!!!!!! RIP Angel.

Wow I'm just so shocked. Holy crap... Whoa...
We will miss you angel. So sorry.