AU: Finn the Hunter
"It's them," Finn murmured, peering through the night vision binoculars from behind the bush he and Eryx were both crouched behind. a bush, just far away enough from a certain campsite in the middle of a clearing in the woods. He could hear the faint crackling of a campfire, and three voices chattering inaudibly––the small coven of three male witches he and his cousin had been sent to eliminate.
It still surprised Finn that only three and a half years ago, he had been living a perfectly normal life up until the day he and his brother Sean came home from school to find their parents brutally murdered in their own home. That was also the day that they met their cousin, Eryx, and––oh yeah––discovered that they came from a family of witch hunters. It was that day, that Finn and Sean began training with Eryx and their uncle, and it was then that Finn's need for revenge against his parents' murderers was born.
His anger fueled him through the years of training, and it's what made him strong, fearless, and a fighter. It's what's kept him alive up against the most dangerous witches he and Eryx have gone up against. He hated witches. They were abominations, all of them. And he wanted every single one of them dead and out of this world. He wanted this world to be safe for his little brother, who he had forced to go off to school and live a normal life once they were both finished with their training. If any of them could lead a normal life as a Winchester, it had to be Sean. Finn left him at college only a few months ago, knowing full well that he could defend himself if something were to happen.
The blond lowered the binoculars, sitting back and glancing over at his cousin. "How are we handling this?" he whispered. "Split up and ambush them?"
