a/n. It was really hard but, I finally picked what SPN story I would write first. (Well I had a little help from MeraWinchester. I know you have been looking forward to this. I hope you like it, darling.) Italics are flashbacks.
This is rated for violence.
disclaimer – I do not own Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester or any other character you might recognize. Please, don't sue me.
A Deadly Game
Prologue
I'm hot blooded check it and see, got a fever of a hundred and three…..
The girls sang along, the rain pelting against the windows as they drove down the lonely stretch of highway. The crisp November air rustled the leaves on the trees but the sound of the radio masked the gentle noise.
"How much longer until we get to the city? This road is creepy at night." Zelena said, wrapping her arms around her waist.
"About fifteen minutes." Her best friend replied, looking just as nervous as Zelena felt.
Zelena brushed a chunk of her dark auburn curls away from her eyes and frowned. "It is so hard to see with the rain."
"Yea it is really coming down, Thank God we are almost home."
"Yea. I can't wait to get to your house and crash." Zelena glanced out the window. She did a double-take when she noticed the shadowy figure of a man walking down the highway. He stopped when he saw the car and held out a thumb. The ends of his hair and his hooded sweatshirt were soaked. He was tall and carrying a knapsack. "Nat there is a guy out there. He is hitchhiking. Maybe we should give him a ride to the city."
"No way, my parents told me to never pick up hitchhikers. They would kill me if they ever found out."
"But Nat it is freezing out there and it is pouring. He is going to get pneumonia. We can't just leave him out there."
Natalie sighed and nodded. "Fine, get your cellphone out just in case. I don't like this." Natalie pulled the car over to the side of the road and Zelena rolled down her window.
The man ran up to the car, "Hey thanks so much for stopping. Can I just get a lift to the gas station in the city? It is brutal out here." The man's hood was pulled up to shield him from the rain. In the dark Zelena could not see his face.
"Sure, get in the back." Zelena said as she unlocked the door. She rolled up the window as the man got in the backseat tossing his knapsack onto the floor.
"Thanks ladies, I REALLY appreciate this."
-x-x-x-
It was a cute house, a small cottage just on the outskirts of town. It was neighbored by a large Victorian and a classic Cape Cod. The shutters were a dark cherry and the trim a dark green that contrasted beautifully with the clean cream exterior. A cobblestone walkway led the way to a small front porch and the cherry red door.
This was good. This was what she needed. She needed to start over, to start again. She was closer to family, she was far from the past.
Zelena unlocked the door and stepped inside. It was small but spacious with solid oak floors and a nice sitting room with built-ins, a bay window and a fireplace. The hall led to a nice size kitchen, a spacious bath and a bedroom that overlooked the lake in the valley below.
She sat down in a cushy chair by the fireplace and raked shaking fingers through the mess of curls atop her head. She inhaled deeply and closed her blue eyes.
This was her home. It was time for her to get her life back together.
-x-x-x-
The pain was excruciating. She heard the shallow gasps and gurgles of the woman beside her. She felt the ice cold steel against her flesh and shivered. She bit back a scream as the tip of the blade grazed her flesh and a fresh trickle of blood snaked down her skin. The heat of tears kissed her skin and she shut her eyes. She would never give him the pleasure.
She inhaled the acrid metallic scent surrounding her and fought the urge to gag. She heard him laugh and the sound chilled her to the bone.
"Hey! What do you think you're doing?"
She heard heavy footfalls and felt his hand release the grip it had on her wrists. His footfalls sounded like thunder as he ran. She opened her eyes and dared a glance. She watched as the man retreated.
"Oh my God, hold on I am getting help." It was a man's voice. She turned to face him. He had dark and warm blue eyes. He pressed a hand to her abdomen as he barked orders into the phone. "It's okay. They are on the way."
"No, don't." She found she barely had the strength to talk. "He . . . help . . ."
"Shh. It's okay. I've got you. Just stay with me." His voice was deep and soothing. She struggled to focus on the shape of his face, his tanned skin and strong jawline. "Please, hold on. They are coming."
"Please, help her." The words were a mere whisper as the world faded to black.
an. I know it was short the next chapter will be longer. Reviews would be greatly appreciated. hope you enjoyed it!