Hands of Fate 1/?

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I started writing this on a trip out west to visit someone I thought was a friend. The "friend" turned out to be a lie but the story lives on. Its my first attempt at Supernatural fiction. Enjoy!
 

 

 

Chapter 1

  

A beautiful day in a sleepy little town. Stores lined the main street and the normal day-to-day routine played out beneath a near-cloudless sky. The people went about their business as they normally did, without a care, as life played out around them. Cars came and went along the streets, children played in the town park while parents kept a watchful eye; all the mundane routines of a sleepy little town.

This was how it always played out for the trio seated outside the small coffee house. They would watch the people pass by without a word to each other, occasionally exchange glances, and then wait for the next passerby. And though they sat in a location that would surely get them noticed, no one looked their way. It was as if they were invisible to everyone in town.

The three women weren’t exactly the kind to go unnoticed in a small town such as Oak Ridge, though that definitely seemed the case. While their clothing wasn’t out of the ordinary and they did very little to draw public attention, they had, from time to time, caused a double take from the occasional person. A quick glimpse out of the corner of an eye was all it took; three nearly identical women there one moment, then gone the next. A disappearing act would make anyone double-take, let alone one by triplets in the time it took to blink an eye. And though triplets weren’t unheard of, it was unusual to see a set each with different-colored hair.

There was no mistaking how eerily similar they looked to one another. Each one was slender with a sculpted quality about her, their pale skin and piercing blue eyes giving each an almost ethereal quality. For the similarities between them, one thing made each stand out from the next. Their faces, their mannerisms, even their clothes were indistinguishable from the next save for their hair: one had blonde, one had black, and the last had white. They may have worn it in the same up-swept style, but if it hadn’t been for that single trait, no one could have told any one of them from the others.

The three watched the people and cars pass by from their table, not a word spoken between any of them. Their eyes scanned the faces of each man, woman, and child that passed, as if looking for something only they could see. Everyone that walked by got the same scrutiny, only to have the three look away and move to the next.

The blonde shifted in her seat as the black-haired woman zeroed in on a middle-aged man walking their way, the white-haired sister taking a sip of the tea in front of her. Nothing was said as the man drew closer to the trio, the blonde reaching out as he passed. As her hand pulled back, a single thread sat between her slender fingers.

Her dark-haired companion eyed the thread as it ran from her sister’s fingers to the man still walking away, a smile on her lips. She closed her eyes and grabbed the gossamer line as he stopped at the corner nearby. Her smile grew as she rolled the line between her thumb and index finger, pulling it taut. When her eyes opened there was an unsettling gleam present, a black mark sitting where her fingers had been.

The white-haired woman sat her cup down and watched the man wait for his signal before she took hold of the thread. Her fingers skimmed the line as he stepped off the curb, giving the black mark a quick pinch. Without a second thought she returned to her tea.

The thread snapped at the mark as he left the sidewalk, instantly disappearing into his shoulder. It was half a heartbeat, a blink of an eye. The thread had no sooner vanished as a car plowed into the man and sent his body flying. The sickening sound he made and the screeching of brakes heralded the coming chaos as the peaceful day was torn asunder.

People rushed to help as shocked voices rang out, the three at the table remaining seated as those around them ran past. The gleam was still in the black-haired woman’s eyes as she watched the scene play out before them. Her companions said nothing as they sat on either side of her, the blonde hanging her head as her white-haired sister stared into her teacup.

With the fast-approaching sound of sirens, two of the three vanished. The blonde was too busy studying the crowd to even care that the others were gone. Her eyes moved from face to stunned face as a few people moved to help the man.

She knew their efforts were in vain, but still they tried. Nothing they did could help him at all but the effort was commendable. It was just too late for him; when fate chose your time, nothing could stop it.

Her eyes shifted as the police and rescue arrived, a heavy sigh escaping her. A final look at the chaos pulled little more from her than a shake of the head before she too vanished into nothing.

Chapter 2
 

Comments

[ninjamidget66.livejournal.com]

Well, I'm hooked. Only read ch. 1 so far but I'm totally loving the Fates angle and can't wait to find out how you weave (hee!) them into the Supernatural 'verse. I usually don't comment on every chapt. in a WIP, but don't worry I will be back later with more thoughts.

*big thumbs up* :)

[sapphyre-myst.livejournal.com]

Thanks. Glad you like it.

Honestly, I'm surprised no one has thought about them in the 'verse before. They've covered practically everything else.

[ninjamidget66.livejournal.com]

True. Although, most people think in the monster/ghosty mode and I'm not sure you can consider these ladies monsters in the classic sense. You were definitely thinking outside the box on this one, which is what grabbed me. :)