There was nothing but pain. Slicing through her, tearing her piece by piece. Faceless torturers played with her skin and entrails, day in, day out. Weeks, and months, and years. And nothing ever changed. The agony was always present, like a cloud of smoke suffocating her. Never-ending.
And the screams. They echoed in the seemingly shared space where their bodies -or souls, she wasn't sure. She could feel physical pain, but it when beyond a slice to the leg or the chest, she felt it inside her, tugging at something that she had never known was there- underwent their torment. They were deafening, and they too vibrated inside her, often more piercing than the physical wounds.
These wounds, she knew they were inflicted upon her. She could feel them scoring every inch of her body, yet there always came the moment where it was all gone and she was new.
Only to repeat it all again.
One would think that after a couple decades of nothing but pain, she would get used to it, that it would hurt less.
It never did.
And then one day, after she had lost count of the time she had been there, something silenced the screams, stopped the pain. Something different came.
And it was beautiful.
Light. Pure light. It surrounded her after an eternity in darkness. It was warm, and soothing. It was soft, sweet, good.
Then, it talked to her. She knew it was saying something, she could hear it, yet she couldn't understand anything. Still, she knew something good was coming, that her time was done, that it was over.
Her body was new again, her mind was free of pain and shrieking, and she heard those words like caresses to her soul. You shall be free again. You shall walk upon the earth and live once more. You do not belong here.
She felt herself being shifted, leaving that cursed place behind, and the tug of something clicking together, like two pieces of a puzzle.
She was whole again. The sensations coming from her surroundings were completely different, warm, soft -if a bit scratchy-, fresh...
She could move again. She was free to move!
The voice had told her the truth.
Before she had time to open her eyes, the voice spoke once more.
You have a mission. A duty. You shall fulfil your task once again.
Grey eyes fluttered open.
She was alive.
Hello everyone! I hope you liked the prologue! This is my first Supernatural fic, but I do have another fic uploaded, the one You'll Never Walk Alone (YNWA) stems from. It's called The Mini Slayer (TMS), it's a Buffy the Vampire Slayer fanfic featuring the MC Ally, my OC. YNWA will be an alternative sequel to chapter 24 of TMS, so if you wanna know how everything led to this, go check it out!
Any questions you might have, you can always send them in a review or PM me directly, or go into the facebook page I set up for this sole purpose under "Lacey Solane", it's public and you can always add me if you want, I'll try to answer as fast as possible. There's images and news about upcoming chapters/fics there, some fandom stuff and any other think you guys suggest that I think would fit its purpose.
So, I think that's all. Hope you enjoy the rest of my writing!
Lee out.