The Ties that Bind Us [open]

[KRISTOPHER SEAN MILLIGAN]

He never thought that he would have had an actual legit excuse to go digging into his family's past. Sure, he had been doing it beforehand before this had even come up as a school project, but now, at least there wasn't much to hide from. Of course, Kris realized that he was still on his own when it came to the uncles that they weren't suppose to know about it. It seemed like only yesterday when Katie had brought the trunk of letters in the attic to his attention and here he was now, using Google for all that it was worth as well as some other data bases. As he scanned over information though, Kris did wonder if he should really start to push this because at some times, he wasn't even sure if he was really ready to know.

Sure there was always that curiosity about it, about the mystery that it held but at the same time, did he honestly want to know? He hadn't been a big fan of when Ryder came into his life (although secretly, he was finally starting to get used to the idea of having an older brother) or when Ellie was born. Change had just never been his thing and family research just sounded like he was looking to open Pandora's Box. Still, Kris couldn't help but to wonder if there was something at play in the world that he just didn't seem to know about yet, and more importantly, why could he hear people's thoughts? God, he couldn't believe that he just referred to that as such.

"I'm not a freak," he muttered to himself, shaking his head and clearing his thoughts back to it as he pulled up an old news article from Lawrence, Kansas dating back to 1983 about a mother dying in a house fire but the husband and kids made it out. He scanned over it quickly before pausing on a name: John Winchester, and then a little farther down: Dean and Sam Winchester. Kris merely stared at the news article for a moment before pulling out a copy of one of the letters and scanned it over quick: two out of three names. But he knew that third name also, it was his grandfather. Or so he assumed since the man had been dead for a while.

Rereading over the article again, and then a third time, Kris leaned back in the chair at the library computer before reaching for a notebook and quickly jotted down a few notes. Family fire...it was weird to think that his dad wasn't mentioned, but then he realized that this was before the year he was born anyways. The fire sounded like a freak accident though, strange that it should happen, "Man, you're looking for something that isn't there..." maybe he was crazy though, because this was the most that Kris had ever thought out loud to himself. Something inside of him told him that he should probably stop poking around, yet he couldn't seem to. But the approach of footsteps and the push on his brain from some outward thoughts quickly caused him to minimize his search window right then.

[foreverandalways4]

Sasha Romanov



We come from the land of ICE and SNOW

From the midnight sun where the HOT SPRINGS flow


She couldn’t believe the odds of having to do family research on her family. In fact, people probably wouldn’t even believe her in class if she were to give a presentation on it, or her teachers would think that she needed some sort of mental help which is something that she didn’t need at all. There had been plenty of things that she had witnessed now both in real life and in her visions, gruesome deaths in particular, and Sasha still thought herself normal as anyone else. Nor did she feel like lying either, but at the same time, the young girl would not help but to think that there were simply starting to be more important things out there than getting good grades on her class work. The only reason why she ended up in Windom in the first place is because of Kristopher Milligan. He was another child like her, gifted in ways that people would only thought existed in comic books and movies. Still, she didn’t quite know how to handle him or even broach the subject, but Sasha knew it would have to happen soon because things were starting to happen.

Not to mention, there was still the reason as to why she ended up with these abilities in the first place. Her parents had died in a fire along with the rest of the family, their empire sank into ruins and rival families were like vultures and dug up what they could salvage and save. That fire though, it had seemed so…unexpected. The police in Sweden had never been able to explain anything about it and neither had any of the other families. Nobody had wanted to take claim for it which only left her with one option left: the man. The man that she had a vision of, the same man in the vision where she saw her parents die. Somehow, he had been part of it, Sasha knew it but she also wondered why. There must be others who were also wondering the same thing, or they could just be like Kris and be in denial. It is a hard thing to ask though when the others just seemed to vanish into thin air. Though, there had been another girl, one who died in Indiana. The boy she had been with had been interviewed saying that she had been coughing up blood.

A gruesome thing to think about, and yet she wondered if that had been the heart of the story because well, her parents had died in a fire as well. Still, it didn’t explain Kris. His family was still happy, or at least as much as he seemed to let on to her. A sigh escaped her as the bus stopped outside of the library now and she got up quickly and headed out. Concentrating on anything would be hard today, but at the library, that meant that there were also public records. Maybe she could do some of her own digging on Kris’s family or…evidently; she could just ask him herself. Blue green eyes caught sight of her fellow classmate and usual lab partner, “Kris!” she called out, her accent thick and heavy in the quiet room. It automatically earned her a ‘shhhhsh’ and a glare from one of the librarians. Embarrassed, Sasha slunked her way over now before dropping her things right next to him, glancing down to see none other than an article about a fire. How curious seeing as that had been what she’d been thinking about only earlier on her ride over, “Is that related to the family project?” she asked now, still eyeing it with curiosity as she sat down.


How soft your fields so GREEN

[/b], Can whisper tales of GORE[/b][/color]

How we've calmed the tides of WAR

We are your OVERLORDS, So you better stop[/color]

And rebuild all your ruins
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NOTES: | None|
OUTFIT: | Skinny jeans, silver flats, grey sweater top, black leather jacket.[/url][/color]|
MUSIC: |Immigrant Song - Led Zeppelin|
TAGS: | Kris Milligan|
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[KRISTOPHER SEAN MILLIGAN]

The loud voice caught him a little off guard since well, anything loud was pretty much prohibited in the library. Twisting in his seat a little, Kris glanced over towards the doorway to see one of his classmates come walking towards him. Sasha Romanov. The foreign exchange student that sat down next to him in lab that one faithful day and he took her underneath his wing, well, after he managed to completely embarrass himself in front of her by forgetting how to talk. Kris blamed it on the fact that she was a Swed, and it just automatically made her distracting to remembering how function. A flashy grin settled on his face as she made her way over to him, promptly followed by some heavy shhes and a look of disapproval from the head librarian.

The look on Sasha's face though made it clear that she didn't seem to mind right now, and he kind of liked the idea of maybe her focus was only on him. Kris liked her, he liked her a lot in the very small time of knowing her. Which was probably dangerous, plus, he didn't really get much of the dating scene. Not serious dating scene. Nor was he even sure as to why that came up just then. He watched her slink over before dropping her things with a quiet thud, "Hey," he commented, trying to be all cool but it quickly vanished when she caught sight of his article. Apparently, he hadn't minimized it fast enough. For a moment, he was tempted to play dumb and act like he didn't know what she had been talking about, but nobody was stupid enough to fall for that.

"Uh...yeah, it is," he managed now, pulling the article back up, "Although, I mean. It could be nothing." Which is something that he found himself mentally telling himself over and over again. Funny how at first, this had been some big adventure to find out about his father's side of the family, but he blamed Katie for putting that notion in his head. Kris found it bad enough that he was some sort of freak that he had to be in denial about, but if his extended family was also, then what? This whole fire thing bothered him as well for some reason, but he just couldn't quite put his finger on it. But that was the problem, wasn't it? He wanted to be normal and back to why it was, and yet, the more he delved into it, everything was seeming less normal each second.

It sounded like he was trying to avoid her question, and the last thing that Kris wanted to be to her was a dick. Not to mention, it was hard to avoid period with that curious look on her face, something told him that she was going to continue asking questions either way, "It's about my dad's brothers. Uh, their mother died six months after my Uncle Sam was born. They said it was a gas leak or something weird like that. Weird, huh?" he asked now, glancing back over at her, "How's your...project going." And there it went, the lack of conversational starters that he seemed to have around her. He really needed to get a hold of himself, the last thing Kris needed was to start sounding like his older brother when it came to talking to girls. That alone was a horror.

[foreverandalways4]

Sasha Romanov



We come from the land of ICE and SNOW

From the midnight sun where the HOT SPRINGS flow


As Sasha sat down next to him, she still felt as if the eyes of a hawk were centered on her. Glancing over her shoulder, the librarian was still eyeing her in such a way now that the young girl couldn’t decide if it were human or not, and whether it was truly her loud voice that put a scowl on her face. Although she wasn’t given much time to put much thought into it as Kris spoke, “Hey.” Such a simple word but it pulled her attention back to him straight away now, blue green eyes glancing to meet his own eyes as she smiled before her attention was back to the article, or it would have been if he hadn’t minimized it. She thought that rather interesting if he was doing that and it made her wonder now if he was discovering more things than just his family history. Her gaze turned to Kris once again, who seemed to be wrestling with what to do at that very moment before he decided to pull the article back up one again, “Uh…yeah, it is. Although, I mean. It could be nothing.” Now that she felt like it was a lie, if it was nothing then why bother hiding it from her in the first place?

“What makes you say that?” she asked now, glancing back to the article. Sasha leaned a little bit closer now as her blue green eyes scanned over getting the quick details of the article before Kris decided to talk again, “It's about my dad's brothers. Uh, their mother died six months after my Uncle Sam was born. They said it was a gas leak or something weird like that. Weird, huh?" She couldn’t decide if it was truly weird or not, considering what she knew about the boy besides her with his powers. Sasha found herself trying to figure out some good words to say, but she was coming up short. As she had gotten to know him, the young girl found herself trying to figure out how to best broach the subject. Considering how he was about their fellow classmates that were ‘under’ their status, the idea of any person being anything but normal might be a bit of a stretch for him, and might also cause her to lose him in the process, which couldn’t happen. Not with other children like themselves disappearing to only a place that demons knew of, “My family actually died in a fire similar to this,” she commented now before leaning back in her chair. It wasn’t long before her eyes met his, “I do think that a gas leak is odd though because, it seems that according to this at least, and that it was concentrated in a room.”

Besides, with gas leaks…didn’t that mean that the house blew up all at once? She wasn’t sure, she could be completely wrong about that. Lately, it seemed that Sahsa could barely concentrate on the class work thrown in front of her. There were too many things going on now. Kris’s question now interrupted her thoughts, “How’s your…project going?” Funny, she wasn’t even sure on what she was going to do with her project. Sasha bit her lower lip, thinking it over for a moment before huffing a sigh, “I’m not really sure I know what to do with it. My family’s…well, they’re dead. But they also did things in Sweden which weren’t…good. They did bad things. Family business and all.” While she had never cared, since it was all what she had ever known, she knew well enough that other people might not take too kindly to it, or even understand. What she needed to do was blend in and not draw attention to herself that would lead to a separation from Kris, although, she just may end up doing that herself without any help. Sasha remained quiet for a moment before finally laughing, “Sorry, I hope I didn’t just scare you with that little bit of information. I’m perfectly sane, I can attest to that.”


How soft your fields so GREEN

[/b], Can whisper tales of GORE[/b][/color]

How we've calmed the tides of WAR

We are your OVERLORDS, So you better stop[/color]

And rebuild all your ruins
[/center]


NOTES: | None|
OUTFIT: | Skinny jeans, silver flats, grey sweater top, black leather jacket.[/url][/color]|
MUSIC: |Immigrant Song - Led Zeppelin|
TAGS: | Kris Milligan|
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[KRISTOPHER SEAN MILLIGAN]

Her question puzzled him, merely because he really hadn't been expecting Sasha to question something like that. Usually people just took statements for what they were and left them at that rather than asking for more questions. Maybe he shouldn't be surprised though, she tended to ask him a lot of questions in general regardless of the subject. Kris couldn't even figure out her play though, but he usually hoped that it was because of him and not, well, just because or whatever. Still, he managed to give an answer to her question and for a second, he kinda hoped that she would drop it after that. Usually people were like that when the whole 'my uncles' mother died in a fire' sort of thing or whatever Mary Winchester would have been to him.

He might have been hoping for too much though with that thought of Sasha just...well, not asking anything. After all, she was from Sweden and the literature that came out of that country was a little dark and always seemed to revolve around mystery. What she said next though had been something that Kris had not been expecting at all though. Now it was his turn to glance at her rather curiously, "What?" It sounded stupid on his lips, but he really couldn't even believe that she had said it. Her family died in a similar manner? It then suddenly occurred to Kris that he didn't really know much about Sasha Romanov at all. She had always just been the hot Swed who sat next to him in science class and the rest had been history.

"If you're family's dead than how...why are you here?" he asked her, never mind the oddest of this gas leak. It should be what he was concentrating on, but Kris felt those freak walls closing in and he was afraid of suffering. All of his willingness to learn about his family was starting to melt away again at the very thought of being a freak, identified as a freak. And what about Sasha? What the hell was she if she is here because of her dead family? Well, maybe he should just calm down right now, jumping to conclusions wasn't going to help him but it was hard to not get worked up. He felt like he had found a perfect, normal situation with her and yet, it suddenly didn't feel so normal. And then he had dared to ask her about her project which only provided him with more weird answers that he didn't know what to make of.

Family Business? Sweden? Most of that might have gone over his head though, the dead family was the only thing that seemed to linger in his mind at that very moment. Kris was still trying to figure out why she was here now, and if her family was dead with some eludes to being a mob princess (although, he was seriously hoping that was just his imagination running away with himself) then why would she come all the way to Windom, Minnesota of all places? It was a tiny place, even Ryder hated it and the guy didn't even talk to anybody besides his girlfriend. Did he want to know though? Was this going to open up some door that would cause him to never look at her the same way again? After all, Kris wanted to date her, "Sasha...why...why the hell are you in Windom?"

[foreverandalways4]

Sasha Romanov



We come from the land of ICE and SNOW

From the midnight sun where the HOT SPRINGS flow


Oh dear, she might have gotten a little too personal with that last statement as Kris glanced over at her, “What?” Sasha nearly bit her lip, as if she needed some sort of cover up. But at the same time, she felt as if they had gotten to know each other long enough that, well, maybe she should try and prod a little to see if he’d open up just a bit more about what he was hiding from everyone else. Fires don’t mean anything though when Sasha thought about it, fires started as the repercussion to disobedience. Her parents attempted to defy the demon; there was no doubt in her mind that Kris’s uncles’ mother had done the same. She must have known somehow. After all, there were plenty of gifted kids that had come up in her travels (or well, in her readings) that have had nothing but happy lives, Kris Milligan was also a prime example of that, well, until now. It sounded like something strange was actually going on with his father, or at least, what little that Kris cared to share with her, “Sorry…too much?” At least she was getting the hang of American slang.

But it seemed that she had already had her answer as Kris fired up another question, “If you’re family’s dead than how…why are you here?” For a moment, she thought she might freeze up but then Sasha realized that there is always a perfectly good reason for coming to America, she wanted to be a tourist. Wouldn’t that make sense? Well, it would make sense if he dropped the whole subject and that was all what the teenager could hope for for right now because as much as she wanted to discuss the prime reason for why she was there, Sasha realized that going head on now might not be the best idea, “I didn’t want to stay there after…everything. I wanted a change. Plus, I had never been to America before.” Never mind the lack of green card or guardianship. She made by with help from technology, underground friends, and savings. That answer made sense in her mind though, nothing suspicious sounded like it could come from it so maybe the worst of this was over now. But then again, maybe she thought about that way too soon.

And way too soon, “Sasha…why…why the hell are you in Windom.” Now that could be considered a good question, it’s not like very many people attempted to visit Windom, Minnesota, or at least, that was the impression that Sasha was under. It was a tiny town after all, and they hardly seemed to offer much in the broad spectrum of things other than it was a beautiful place in the spring. Green eyes just stared at Kris for a moment, still trying to piece together on whether or not she could blow this over, but it was starting to become clear to her that that might not be the case. He said Windom, not America, which had been what she had been trying to get away with in the first place with his first question. Was Kris going to blow up at her considering how he could be at school? In that moment, she realized that it was very well possible. So, she had nothing to do accept pray, “Kris…I’m here because of you.” Sasha let the words hang in the air for a moment before daring to continue on, “You and I…we are alike, we are…gifted. I know what you’re hiding from everyone, from your parents. It’s not as bad as you thing.”


How soft your fields so GREEN

[/b], Can whisper tales of GORE[/b][/color]

How we've calmed the tides of WAR

We are your OVERLORDS, So you better stop[/color]

And rebuild all your ruins
[/center]


NOTES: | None|
OUTFIT: | Skinny jeans, silver flats, grey sweater top, black leather jacket.[/url][/color]|
MUSIC: |Immigrant Song - Led Zeppelin|
TAGS: | Kris Milligan|
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[KRISTOPHER SEAN MILLIGAN]

She was staring at him like the most innocent thing in the world, but Kris still felt himself a little loss on her little confessional right there about family history and fires. It was like...it was like they almost had a connection and it was only just coming to face him now. But that would mean that, well, that she had an agenda and he just didn't want to believe that. A small little voice in the back of his head told him that he could find out easily too, the truth, all what he had to do was turn on his abilities just like that and then he'd have all the answers in the world. The minute the idea hit him though, Kris felt repulsed by it, quickly pushing it down into the deep corners on his mind once again, "Yeah...a little."

His next question seemed to hit her a little harder though, and Kris did nothing but watch Sasha now, studying her closely. He kept on waiting for her to freeze up, to give him something that might not seem right. He didn't even know why he was being like this all of the sudden with her, he liked Sasha, he wanted to date her and yet, all of the sudden, Kris felt like something might not be right. Maybe, maybe it was his little freakshow power but he didn't want to believe that. For the past year now, he kept on waiting for his life to get back to normal. It seemed though, that it just might take a little bit longer. Yet she seemed to come up with an answer all of the sudden, just like that.

It sounded rehearsed, like it had come out of a text boo, "Oh." They were the only words that he seemed to manage, as if she had stumped him. And now that he thought about it, who was he to just start to question her like that? His gaze looked back to the computer screen for a moment before apologizing, "Sorry, I don't know what had gotten into me. This whole family thing...well, half of it doesn't really make a lot of sense to me." There were so many answers and he and Katie only seemed to have half of them, the rest were lost in the world and on extended family members that just didn't seem to care. He didn't even know why he cared, he wanted the normal life yet Kris just felt...drawn to it.

Yet now, he found himself taking back that apology as she started to speak again, answering about Windom. His gaze snapped to her so fast. She...she knew what he was? He thought he should be relieved, that there were others out there like him, that he wasn't alone. But that wasn't the case, all what he could think about was how he didn't want to be like them, or her evidently, "I'm not a freak Sasha. Maybe you are, but I'm not. I'm not...gifted or any of that shit." And hten, something else hit him causing him to sign off the computer and stand up abruptly, "Wait, so the only reason that you talked to me was because...of that? So, you're a fake then too, aren't you?"