Title: The Mist
Author: Onyx Wildcat
Chapter: Finished
Rating: T/PG-13
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Feedback: Not Required, But Always Very Appreciated!
Disclaimer: I do not own anything that pertains to the show Supernatural. This is sheer Fan entertainment in fictional writing form.
Summary: Within the Mist it waits…will the Boys survive?
[[Onyx's Note: Listening to Jen Titus singing 'O'Death' over and over caused me to write this little tid bit out. Incredibly short, true…but I thought I'd share it with you^_^ And always my lovelies, Enjoy!]]
Movement on silent footsteps; methodical and deadly in their approach as the late night hour whispered slowly past 3am...
A slow moving fog rolled along the ancient city streets, shrouding the winding pavement as though a preternatural veil swallowing a leviathan of warn cement.
Keen senses picked up on the slightest hint of fear drifting through the moist, summer night air... Where the heat of the day rose into an open sky...but failed in its attempt at freedom as the unearthly mist consumed any and all in its path...making escape, terribly futile.
Jaws agape, panting, the aroma thickening as it danced past tongue and teeth...causing powerful lungs to surge with its essence...telling the sharp mind that the prey...was close.
"Wait..." A deep voice murmured in warning as two figures stood within the growing fog...unaware of the ravenous threat that watched them.
Green eyes strained to see through the thick swirling mass that surrounded them, "you feel that?" his deep timber slipped from his full lips as he brought his gaze to the taller figure to his left.
A furrow creased the brow as blue/green eyes revealed the conflict residing just beneath his calm surface as he looked to his right, "Ya Dean, I feel it." He replied just as quietly, the muscles along his spine tensing. "Think it'll show itself?"
Dean considered the question and gave a slight shrug; gun trained toward the broken pavement beneath them in his rough hands. "Dunno Sammy..." He admitted finally and felt the cold breath of danger trickle like an icy breeze down the back of his neck.
Focused eyes watched the exchange between the brothers as a deadly kind of grin pulled at its lips…the anticipation growing dangerously through its veins like the fever of a Madman.
Every muscle strained, the body ready to spring at any moment…
And yet…it refrained…
Torn between the thrill of the Hunt and the satisfaction of the Kill…
Hungry, so hungry…but it waited…
The brothers suddenly turned, weapons poised, ready for that terrible moment of attack…
When suddenly, the dancing mist lifted…leaving no trace of the thing that had been stalking them.
They were safe…this time.
For when that nightmarish cloud of twisting vapor returned…
The Beast…would be waiting.
-Fades to Black-