Hunter, Never the Hunted: Ch. 1
GOT7 x SUPERNATURAL AU
PAIRING: Eventually Jackson/OC
Summary: A hard working waitress spends her days working at a diner just to makes ends meet. Until one night on her shift, a sketchy character strolled in and slowly her life gets flipped upside down with the unexpected.
A/N: Hey guys! This is my first fic ever written. I had this idea and thought I’d give it a try. It could potentially be a dumpster fire, who knows. Please be gentle and bear with me. Let me know what you think. The boys will have a longer appearance in the next part. Promise!
Your back was aching and your feet were throbbing. This had to be the hardest 10-hour shift that you had in a very long time. It must be the hot weather that is making people get a little wound or something — you had had to deal with people yelling and barking orders at you all day. It didn’t help that you were short staffed either. That is why you were so relieved that your shift was ending soon.
You take a quick glance around and saw that there was only a single patron still lingering around in the diner. This is typically the normal situation considering the time it was now. You didn’t get many customers around this late. Normally the only ones here at this time is a lonely straggler or two, blowing through town, or a handful of the older teenagers with nothing better to do.
As you leaned your body behind the counter, you felt the coarse paper napkin in your hand as you roll the warm clean utensil set. It has become muscle memory at this point and considering that the diner was quite dead, you might as well do something that kept you busy.
“Fifteen more minutes” you muttered. Fifteen more minutes and you were able to leave. The waitress uniform you were clad in was itchy and dirty from the amount of food you spilled on it today. Your hair felt greasy and it smelled like a deep fryer. The word tired didn’t even to describe the way you were feeling. There was nothing more you wanted to do more than just go home, take a shower and just sit there while watching some mind numbing television until you passed out.
You continued to roll the utensils until you heard a sigh of exasperation coming not far from where you were working. You glance to the side to see that it was just Alice talking on the phone. She wore the same matching, hideous faded blue uniform, and her shoes have seen better days. Her body was hunched over and her bluish gray hair was tied messily on top of her head, all indicating signs of her old age. You smile to yourself.
You weren’t sure what you would have done without her these past few years. Al has pretty much looked after you since you stumbled into the diner with the “Help Wanted” sign in your hands. She played the motherly figure that you no longer had. She had spunk and it’s something you admire from her. Although don’t let her old age mislead you, she was one of those people who didn’t take crap from anybody. So whenever one of the rowdy truck drivers come and stop by giving you grief, she’d keep them in their place. The woman had fiery spirit and a mouth of a sailor. There was no sane person who would go up against a woman like that.
It wasn’t like you weren’t one to take crap from anyone either. You grew up pretty tough. You didn’t need to be taken care of or helped. You could handle things on your own, most of the time anyways. Nevertheless, Al was still protective of you. The moment you put on that uniform, she took you under her wing and deemed you basically family. It warms your heart knowing that someone still cared and that you were considered important.
It wasn’t as if you were precisely alone or had no family. You had an older brother, Mark – he wasn’t a part of your life anymore, but a brother nonetheless. Your parents had passed when you were at a very young age, far too young to even remember what they looked like. From then on, you had stayed with your grandfather.
Pops did all that he could to help the both of you. He gave you the love that any parent would. He provided for you and had been nothing but perfect and understanding. You had always been extremely close, which is why you were devastated when he passed three years ago.
While Pops was the perfect family member, your brother was an enigma of some sort. When the two of you were younger, you guys were very close. With losing parents at such a young age, you clung onto each other because you were all you had left. Mark played his protective older brother role remarkably well. You depended on him as much as he depended on you. He was your backbone and you looked up to him because he did what he could for you along with Pops.
Despite being as close as you were, once he hit his late teens, Mark became notably withdrawn. He rarely talked to you and was constantly out doing things secretly. Every time you attempted to talk to him about it, he would dismiss you as if it was not a big deal. He eventually just became a ghost. You would have never known he lived in the same house as you because he never was around. The only traces of him that proved that he existed was his messy room filled with dirty clothes, with walls plastered of his favorite bands and girls in bikinis.
However, once Pops passed, Mark took it upon himself and just left – no real explanation, no real answer. All his things were gone. The only thing that was left in his room was the bed and posters that were plastered on his walls. He left a note saying that he would check in every once and awhile and that was it.
After much inner debate, you decided that if Mark wanted to move on, so did you. You sold Pops house and pocketed the money for savings. You figured you could use it for what you needed until you found a job. You didn’t want to stay in that house by yourself. It did nothing but held memories of your grandfather that past and a brother who eventually abandoned his sister.
At first, Mark would update with a phone call here and there. But he never, ever really told you any information about what he was doing, or where he was at — just making sure you were doing okay, no matter how much you begged him to tell you more. Typical Mark, always being mysterious and being troublesome.
You’ve probably come up with the wildest theories over the years of why he was so secretive – drug dealer, international spy, secret superhero. There was no telling in what he was doing. Phone calls from him came once a week, then eventually it became once a month. Slowly then, it became every few months, until they stopped completely. You had pretty much given up on him. He truly became a ghost to you.
You snapped out of your thoughts and saw Al was still on the phone.
“I’ll come pick you up as soon as I can from your dad’s place. I have one customer left and then I’ll be there as fast. Don’t walk home. Just wait and I’ll get there.” she sighed into the phone.
You tilted your head up and made a gesture to her. You know that Al takes cares of her grandkids lot of the time because her daughter was a single mom. She was always picking up or dropping off her grandkids at dance or soccer practice – in this case, it sounds like she had to go pick them up from their father’s house.
“Hey Al, I can take your last table. Go pick your little ones up. I got this. He’s probably the last customer for a while anyways.” you tell her as you nod in the direction of the last customer.
"Marie is coming for the next shift soon. I don’t mind staying a little bit longer. Don’t keep the kids waiting. It’s getting late. I’m sure they want to go home.“
She just looks at you with an unsure look. “I know how tired you are. Today was rough. Are you sure? I’m sure the guy is leaving soon.”
"GO!“ You playfully pushed her to the side. "Go pick the kids up. I’ll be fine. One customer is nothing compared to the shit storm earlier. It’s fine. Just bring me some of those cookies I know you made for the kids and we will call it even.”
She pinched your side. “Deal. You are too good to little ol’ me. Please be careful, it’s late out. Call me when you get home safely.”
“Will do! Send the kids my love!” You yelled as you watched her put on her jacket and tuck her purse to her side. She gave you one last wave and chuckled as she walked out the door. As exhausted as you were, you didn’t mind staying longer at the diner for Al, because you know she would have done the same for you.
Ding. You hear the cook press the bell. “Order Up Darling!”
You bustle to the window to grab the food order and a pot of coffee. You try to balance the hot plate and pot in your arms without falling over because your arms feel like jello at this point and your legs felt like lead.
Table Six. Alrighty then, let’s get this over with. You slowly walk all the way into the table corner of the diner. You hadn’t really noticed or paid any attention to the last customer since he wasn’t your table in the first place. But then again, at this point, you were too exhausted to notice basically anything.
As you walked closer, you got a better look at who was sitting at the table. If you had passed him in the streets, you would have thought he was your usual office worker, except he was covered in filth and dirt. He was just covered in filth but there was no odor that you could smell emitting from him. It was a very strange site. He was hunched over the table and was staring idly in front of him. His hair was brassy and dark. His eyes looked empty and sunken in as if he hadn’t slept for weeks. As you got closer and closer to the table, you couldn’t help but get a strange feeling up your spine.
When you finally close the distance and reached his table, he made no move or recognition of your presence. You just stare at him for a couple seconds to see if he would do anything but nothing. This whole encounter is just getting eerier by the minute.
You slide the plate on the table. Ahem. “Hey! One order of pancakes with extra syrup on the side with a side of bacon with wheat toast. I’ll be taking care of you now, your waitress had an emergency and had to leave. Can I top of your coffee for you?”
He still doesn’t make a move as you pour more coffee into his mug. You can feel the hair standing up on your skin. What the hell is going on?
“Um, sir? Are you okay?” you questioned him as you look through the corner of your eyes. But he just looks blankly ahead and starts eating, silently.
Maybe it’s because you had a long day, or maybe because you were so tired that you started seeing things that weren’t there, making a situation out of nothing. But your gut was telling you that something wasn’t right. Something about this man being here, acting the way he was wasn’t normal. Your instincts were just telling you that something was off, and screaming at you to leave.
“Okay, well let me know if you need anything,” you said quietly as you backed away, staring at the stranger quietly eat his food without making a word. Walking away you shivered slightly and tried to shake off your nerves from the whole encounter. Was he like this the whole time he was here? Al didn’t mention that the man was acting weird or out of the ordinary when she took his order. You’ve seen some pretty interesting people come into the diner, but never since you’ve been working here has there been such a strange or creepy encounter.
You walked back to behind the counter and patiently waited while keeping an eye on the strange man sitting in the corner of the diner. You just couldn’t shake this bad feeling you had. The whole diner now was dead silence beside the sounds of the cook cleaning off the stovetop griddle and the water running through the dishwasher. The radio for once hasn’t even played one of the ten songs it had on rotation. It was starting to seem like you were in some weird twilight zone. Where you felt out of place as if everything was wrong.
Bang. You jumped slightly and look towards the corner where the sound was emanating from. The strange man abruptly stood up. You try and observe him and see what in the world he was doing. He dug into his pockets and threw some money on the table. He stoically walks out of the booth and towards the door without even a change of expression on his face or a noise. What…..the…..hell…?
You just couldn’t look away from the door once he left. The whole situation left a bad taste in your mouth but you couldn’t look away. You watched him walk through the parking lot, slowly becoming one with the darkness outside. Even though the strange man left. Nothing felt the same.
You walk to the previously occupied table with rags and a spray bottle to clean up. The money was correctly thrown on the table. So he was coherent enough to place the correct amount of money to pay the bill on the table, but disregarded everything else that was going around him? Seriously, what the actual hell?
You tried to push the whole disturbing encounter behind you and hope he’ll never show up again. Considering you’ve never seen him before, you hoped that he was just a straggler passing through.
You gathered the plates and to the side and started to clean the table quickly. You were so spooked that you didn’t even want to be near the section. When you were half way through of wiping the table down, you heard the door ding – signaling you that someone just entered the diner. With paranoia getting the best of you, you turned around so fast. You had hoped the man had not come back around already.
“Hellllloooooooo beautiful people! I am here.”
Oh god, it’s just Marie. You have never felt so relieved in your life. You felt the tension roll off your shoulders and relaxed for the first time in the past 30 minutes.
“Are you okay sweetie? Why does it look like you’ve seen a dead man walking?”
Maria started walked to you and grab your face to check you out. She starts looking at your face, scanning up and down to see if you were okay.
“I’m fine, it’s just been a really long day. I can’t wait to go home….I just feel weird. Nothing a hot shower and some sleep can’t fix.” you assured her.
“If you say so. Please take care of yourself. You’re still so young. You should be out there living, yet you always work so hard. I’m here now, so go home. I got it. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
She takes the rags and dirty plates out of your hands and shoves you to the back to get your things. She didn’t even have to repeat herself twice because you wanted to get there as soon as possible. Today has been so draining, at this point you just wanted to go home and forget it even happened.
“Thanks, Marie, I’ll see you on Wednesday? I’m not scheduled tomorrow. I’m not sure whoever has the shift after yours but Al should be coming in at one point.” You tell her as you put on your jacket and fished for your keys. You waved to her and bid your final goodbyes as you started walking out the door.
It was pitch black out and if it wasn’t for the single street light or the neon diner sign, you wouldn’t be able to see what was going on in front of you. You took a couple steps towards the direction of your car and the only noise you heard was the sounds of gravel crunching underneath your feet and your keys jiggling in your hand.
Crack. The loud sound resonates through the parking lot. It sounded as if someone snapped a piece of branch or twig aggressively in two. You glanced around to see if you could see here the sound was coming from. Suddenly, that strange feeling you had earlier in the diner came back. The same eerie chill was crawling up your spine again. Then as if a force had stopped you, you halted in the middle of the parking lot. You stood still as if you were completely paralyzed.
The air felt thick and tense. There was a sense of vulnerability that washed over you. A different type of feeling that you’ve never felt before. You didn’t even know you were holding your breath as hard as you were…as if you were trying to not get caught. You weren’t sure from what, but you knew that it wasn’t something you wanted to find out. You couldn’t hear or feel anything but your heartbeat, rapidly pulsating out of your chest as you clutched onto your keys.
In that moment, you truly felt helpless. It was like you were a prey to a predator. You felt as if someone was watching your every movement as you stood there. You tried to move – a twitch in your fingers, a step forward, a neck turn, anything. But this sense of dread was washed over you and you couldn’t do anything about it. It was like everything was put on pause and you couldn’t snap yourself out of it.
All of a sudden you felt someone…something, grip your shoulders and turn you around. You inherently closed your eyes. Your hands were brought up to your face to protect yourself from God knows what; and you did what came to your mind first, which was screaming bloody murder, not knowing what was going to happen next. You were hoping for anyone to notice your cries before something bad happens to you.
“SWEETIE! You forgot your phone!” You open your eyes to see Marie standing there, looking at you with a worried and confused look. For the first time since you walked onto the parking lot, you felt like you were safe.
“God, you startled me half to death!” You looked down and saw that her hand was held out for you with your phone in hand. At this point, you just wanted to go home. You had enough of whatever bizarre stuff that has been going on. You quickly grabbed your phone and shoved it into your pocket while you mutter a quiet “thanks” and rushed to your car.
“Hey, are you sure you’re okay? You look shaken up. Did something happen?” Maria questioned you suspiciously.
“I’m fine. I promise. I think I’m just tired and seeing things. It’s keeping me on edge, but I swear, with some sleep and a nice warm cup of tea and I’ll be fine.” You assured her, trying to shake off your nerves. You gave her a small smile as you got into your car. Driving off, you glance in the rearview mirror and see her slowly fading away.
Two hours later, and you’re finally in your bed. The minute you walked into your tiny apartment, you took your shoes off and plopped your purse on the table. You made sure all windows were locked and doors double bolted. With whatever strange encounter that happened tonight, you were on your toes. You took a bat you had lying around and went through your entire apartment to double check everything until you felt somewhat safe. God, I feel like a crazy person. I am never watching Criminal Minds at night ever again. I literally feel like I am doing something a crazy person would do.
After you checked the whole place to your liking, the only thing that was calling your name was your bath tub. There was nothing you wanted more than to just lay in a nice soak. You walked lazily into your bathroom, peeling off your dirty, gross uniform that you had on for the majority of your day, piece by piece.
After almost falling asleep in your tub, you forcibly took yourself out and dragged your exhausted body to bed. There’s nothing like the feeling of you laying your face down onto your pillow and curling up under your blanket. There was an eeriness that ran through your apartment. The only real sound that can be heard is the is the sound of traffic, but it was faintly being muffled by your windows. You were usually a light sleeper and the sound of traffic kept you up sometimes but your eyes were so heavy with sleep, you couldn’t fight to stay up anymore. You were out like a light.
Thump. Thump. Click.
You slowly stirred from your sleep. You tried to shake off the heaviness that washed over your body. You stretched your neck and reached for your phone. The glaring screen reflected back, while you squinted your eyes from the bright light. 2:26 am. You weren’t sure if you were hearing things right, but you swore you heard something that woke you up.
Click. Click. Click.
“Yeah, no, I definitely heard that.” You thought to yourself, “what the fuck?” You heard something clicking from the front of your apartment, it sounded like metal tapping against each other. Whatever sleepy feeling you had felt prior had now disappeared and now you were on high alert. The creepy encounter at the diner had already scared you, that alone made you feel as if you should have taken this whole thing more seriously.
You jumped out of bed so fast that you almost landed face first on the floor. You grabbed your phone and swiftly ran to get the bat that you had earlier. As you made your way to the front of your apartment, you heard and saw your metal doorknob rustling back and forth. The closer you came to the door, the louder the noise became. You acted precautiously because you were fearful of what was going to happen. You crept up and stood by the door so you could get the jump on whatever it was if needed.
You clutched down your sweaty palms onto the bat, gripping it so tight that your knuckles turned white. Your phone was within reach, in case you had to hit the emergency button to phone the police at any second. Anxiously waiting, you pressed your ear to the door, waiting to see if you could hear any other noise to give you clues on what you were dealing with. You slowly tried to decipher what was going on on the other side.But it was then, that you heard that there were voices being muffled. There were people, not just one person, on the other side of your door trying to get in.
“Jackson, you sure are getting rusty, you use to do this so much faster.”
“Oh, well if you didn’t move the flashlight every two seconds, MAYBE I could see what I was doing, you little shit.”
“Seriously, guys. It’s in the middle of the night, be quiet. And I’d feel better if we could hurry this up. It’s not like we don’t already look suspicious or anything. Honestly, does this have to happen every single time?”
“Well, why don’t you tell him that if he would stop checking himself out in the mirror every two seconds, he would hold the flashlight upright so I could see.”
What is going on?! Why was this happening to you? Who are these people? Why were these people trying to break in? Did it have any correlation to what happened earlier? What did these people want? Were you going to die? You had so many questions racing through your brain. You tried to figure out your next move. But then you halted immediately. You heard the door give its final click and a voice says “Thank God.”
The second the door had opened, you started swinging your bat in a flurry and screamed as loud as you could, hoping to wake your neighbors for help.
“Ow! Dude, that hurt. She’s stronger than she looks”
I got one at least. Shit, how many are there. You thought to yourself of the different bad scenarios that could potentially happen. Of course, where is my phone?! Why didn’t I phone the police earlier? They would have been on their way right now!
Someone pinned your arms down and closed your mouth forcibly to muffle your screams. You started to thrash as much as you could to get away. But you were held pretty tight, you couldn’t get free. Once you realize that there was no hope, you started to panic.
“Hey, hey, hey stop struggling” You heard a voice whisper in your ear.
That did not calm you down whatsoever. If anything it just made you freak out even more, that you started tearing up from hysteria.
The next thing you know, the light was turned on. You look around and saw a man clutching himself on the floor. You couldn’t really tell what he looked like because he was hunched over. You look down and saw an arm was wrapped around your body, You couldn’t move your head to look at anything else because the stranger still had his other hand tightly across your mouth.
“Bambam, let her go. We’re scaring her.”
Whoever this Bambam was, released his grip from you. You stumbled to catch your balance and quickly ran to the furthest section of the room. You felt like a baby deer among wolves. You turn around quickly and tried to see where the other voice came from. What you found, was the last thing you’d thought you’d see in your apartment at almost 3 in the morning. Your mouth was gaping and you were sure you were dreaming at this point.
“Hey sis, long time no see?”