Broken Ashes

I can constantly hear them, the voices. It doesn't matter if I'm in a crowded room or the middle of a desert, I hear them, indistinct voices. I can never really work out what they're saying, and I've long given up trying. Everything changes when my life is threatened again, and the voices quiet, one strong voice telling me to run, so of course, I listen. When some supernatural agents turn up in town, I should be cautious, but thanks to my instincts, which have always guided me right before, I'm not worried about them at all, at least, I'm not until they start to notice things about me, differences that no human should have. Thankfully, a call from my more bloody job saves me from having to stick around. The betrayal that quickly follows doesn't surprise me, it does leave me only one place to go, and I have no idea how he's going to react or if I'll even make it there alive. It's a good job that I never turn down a challenge because this may be one that I don't survive. Contains mature themes.

I've got some explaining to do, I know that. I mean, I'd have questions if I were in their position, too. The problem is I don't have any answers for them, and I seem to be unable to keep things to myself when I'm around them, which means I, of course, shared, and now they're panicking about how many times I've died. Silly men. It's not like it's a big deal or anything. Oh wait, it is. Then there's Winston and the spirit guides; I don't even know where to start with them. The building tension between the guys and me is just another complication that adds a bit more excitement to my suddenly even more complicated life. We've still got to figure out what's happening to the supes, I promised Navy, after all! Oh, and figure out why the people I worked for killed me and who they were talking about. So, not much to do! Who am I kidding? I need a snack and a nap just thinking about it! Contains mature themes.