[Chapter 13]

                                    

                                          
TW NIGHTMAREISH CREATURE PARANOIA???
                          
"The little pet has finally woken." 
                          
That voice is so loud, my hands feel heavy, feet too? What the fuck? An iron taste is in my mouth, blood? My eyes are so heavy it's hard to open them. The smell, its, its, oh shit. 
                          
Finally my eyes can open long enough for me to see the one and only thing I've been ignoring for months. "Not even a simple hello? Those Winchesters really did get to you if you've forgotten the manners I had to teach you, oh so long ago."
                          
I gather up some of that blood and spit it on his shoes, "I-" I try to speak a simple snarky bite back. Yet my throat feels to be covered in nails. 
                          
"I just got these shinned," he scoffed. I cough from the scratchiness. I take this time though while he's mumbling about the damn shoes to look around. My old torture chamber. Shit. "I was going to give you a warm welcome back to your real home. Yet, now I feel you didn't miss me." 
                          
Miss him? I didn't even like him when I had to do missions. "You know it is rude to not look at people when they're talking." He takes the shoe covers in blood and lifts my head up to look at him. "You're lucky you get the be on the floor so you don't have to stand. Moose on the other hand is in a rather, let's just say, uncomfortable circumstance."
                          
Thrashing forward I try to scream at him, all that comes out is a rough cry. The chains on my hands and feet hold me to the ground and I let out a small cry when they pull back on me. 
                          
"Aww, you care for him? Pathetic, I'm sure that if you really cared you would have told him about your eyes there." My eyes flash to the black of all demons and my anger rises even more. 
                          
"I-If, You, hu-rt, h-him." It hurts so badly to talk. 
                          
"You do know how to keep a conversation I see." He bends down and grabs my chin, holding it so I look straight in my eyes. "I wonder, how he would react to knowing all of your little secrets, including the missions, hm?" 
                          
"Fuck, Y-you." I bite down on his hand, drawing blood. 
                          
He lets out a yell of frustration, and throws my face away. As he stands he kicks me right in the hip. "I never liked having to do the dirty work. It looks like I will have to today. When Jordan and that Squirrel get here I'm going to show you what real torture is like. You'll wish to be working for me again. 
                          
He took one more look at me and flicked the blood that was pouring out of his hand onto my face. Giving me a disgusting look and left. I heard him order some guard to 'keep her in this damn room.'
                          
Fuck I hate that man. I sit up as best as I could and lean against the wall trying to breathe. I must have a broken rib or something because it was even harder than before. 
                          
I try to swallow some of the little saliva my body has made to sooth my throat. Yet, it's so thick all I can do is choke on it. Damn, I need a way out of here. I know I hid a blade in one of the loose bricks in this room. 
                          
I start to panic when I can't remember, what if they found it and took it. They took every other personal belonging I have. I wouldn't be surprised if once we ran off they went through this room from top to bottom. 
                          
Come on, breathe, close my eyes. I lean my head up against the brick. Act as if I just walked it no the room. 
                          
I push open the big heavy black doors, taking a step inside. To the right of me is a table chained to the wall. It made of stainless steel, and has a simple book on top of it. The book means nothing, I turn to the left and a giant hole in the wall looks back at me. The rest of the room is bare. Only the chain that are holding me down are covering the walls. 
                          
I open my eyes, the spot where the hole in the wall was is covered. It looks like a brick was simply placed there. I can't remember if I did it, yet I hope it was me. I hope my blade is still there so I can have that one little glimpse of hope flow through me. 
                          
Now all I need is a plan. A plan to get my not done hopeful blade out of the wall. Or to steal one of the guards. I lay on the ground and curl into a ball. My eyes are so heavy, the floor seems so comfortable. I can't! I need to stay awake! Sleep soon over comes me though. 


                          
"Alex, help! Help me please! It hurts!"
                          
"Who's there?" That somber voice keeps reaching out to me. I just can't seem to open my eyes. The soothing of sleep keeps me trapped in its arms. 
                          
"Alex! They're slicing me like a piece of meat!"  The voice is still a mystery to my mind. There is no recognition to it. The bass is too low, and it seem to echo back and forth from the non-existing walls. 
                          
Finally my eyes pull open. I see nothing but endless hallway. It's all a light shade of blue. Too light hearted to blend in with the endless screaming I hear. Pulling myself off the ground I look behind me. A dark shadow figure with piercing eyes and eiri smile looks back at me. 
                          
What the hell is going on? I run back in the opposite direction of the figure. It chases me, yet when it runs, only the legs move and head move. Legs going as fast as a cheetah, and it's head slowly falling and turning upside down. Never blinking. 
                          
An uncontrollable scream leave my lungs. It becomes even faster, getting mere inches away. I turn around and run as fast as I can. A blood sort of substance comes from the walls, even the electrical plugs. 
                          
I reach a door and slam my fists on them, "Let me in! Please!" 
                          
Before the door could open and pull me inside, the figure grabs onto me. Making me look up at it. It's eyes are now pooling red out of them. Teeth becoming sharp and gaining slobber on them. It wants to eat me! 
                          
The mouth opens to the size of my head, swallowing me whole. Not hesitating for a second. 
                          
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Honestly, I'm not even worried about writing anymore. I have too much to do, and no ones reading this anyways. If you enjoy though please stay tuned. I will finish this it just may not be as soon as you would like. 
                          
Total word count:
1185 words