“Do you see her?” Derek asked, as the five of them exited the diner.
“She could be anyone!” Sam said, looking at everyone on the streets.
Christie desperately glanced at every woman passing by and quickly did a double take on a thin blonde woman across the street tying a coat around her.
“Thats her!” Christie pointed out.
“How do you know?” Dean asked.
“I just do!” Christie snapped, running after her.
“Chris wait!” Dean said, running after Christie.
Christie darted through parked cars and across the street, almost getting hit by a minivan.
Dana became aware that Christie was following her, and tried to lose her in the crowd of people on the sidewalk, but Christie didn't take her eyes off of Dana and pushed through the people surrounding her, quickly getting closer to Dana.
Dana suddenly started to run, turning into an alley but Christie was about ten feet behind her. Christie followed Dana into the alley just as Dana took a quick turn to the right, deeper into the darkness, behind old decaying buildings.
Christie followed Dana past another turn, to a dead end. Dana looked around for an escape and turned around to see Christie blocking the only exit.
“Done running?” Christie panted, “I was just starting to have fun.”
“Well aren’t you a brave little soldier,” Dana hissed, “Coming after me all on your own,”
“You’re the one who’s running,” Christie retaliated.
“I have good reason,” Dana smiled.
“And what is that?” Christie asked, rolling her eyes.
“So you,” Dana hissed, pointing her bony finger at Christie, “Can finally die,” she smirked.
The mermaid lunged at Christie and tackled her to the ground. Christie tried her best to fight her off as Dana snarled and spat in Christie’s face, but she couldn't shake her off.
“Give it up!” Dana growled in a deep voice, “You’ve never killed before! You’ve never fought before! You’re going to lose!!” She shouted to Christie, before introducing her fist to Christie’s face.
“You’re going to lose,” She smiled, picking Christie up by her throat and throwing her body against a wall. “You are going to lose,” She hissed again, emphasizing every word, and with every syllable, punches Christie in the face.
Dana dropped Christie’s body to the ground and stood over her, before muttering once more. “You lose,”
“Jesus, who are you? Ivan Vanko?” Christie groaned, referencing Iron Man 2 before managing to kick Dana in her gut, sending her backwards and onto the ground.
Christie staggered to her feet, blood blurring her vision, and put up her fists, flipping her hair out of her face. “So,” she breathed out, “ I guess we’re doing this the old fashion way,”
The mermaid stood up and copied Christie’s actions. Dana took a swing for Christie but Christie ducked and grabbed her arm, flipping her onto her back. Christie put her right knee on Dana’s chest and proceeded to continuously, and violently, punch Dana in the face, stomach, chest, everywhere.
Dana failed at any attempt to fight back and soon, stops moving entirely, but Christie knew she wasn't dead and is either unconscious, or faking it.
Christie stood up, wiping blood from her lip and grabbed Dana by her thick blonde hair, dragging her out of the darkness of the alley they had fought in.
Christie turned the corner, and saw Dean at the end of the passage.
“What the hell happened?” Dean asked, slowing down as he reached Christie.
“Well, Ariel may not be good with her feet but sure can throw a punch,” Christie chuckled, lightly.
“Are you okay?” Dean quickly asked, examining Christie’s bruising face.
“I’m fine, I got to kick this bitch’s ass. It was worth a few drops of blood,” Christie sighed, shaking off Dean’s hand, “You could gotten here a little earlier though,”