Supernatural fanfiction idea.
Prisoner #19AX03SZ(;aka Axel Steinhenz) has escaped. CAUTION:Prisoners abilities are extremely dangerous. Do not make eye contact! REPEAT do not make eye contact!
In an abandoned assylum somewhere in Nebraska Crowley, king of demons, has been keeping a breeding tank of demons and humans. He is making antichrist's to fight on hells side. But one problem, what if a wayward daughter has escaped and somehow bumps into our favorite hunters. With the help of Sam and Dean, Axel will finally get the vengence she so needs.
Chapter 1
Run, sprint, jump, and attack. Use your powers, use the skills you've honed here. Use your talents and your combat. Use whatever power you can access through this builings binding spells. I can see the exit from down this narrow hall way. Fifty feet from the exit, now thirty. This is a lot easier then suspected. Iv'e spoke too soon, suddenlly a door slams me down from my right. I look up and it's one of Crowley's demons. A higher one if I remember correctly. He avoids eye contact with me at all cost while trying to keep me down. I struggle to stand as his power holds me in place. I glare at him and try to access any power I can grasp with my being. I catch his gaze and his past plays out before me like a flash of lightening. I grip his fears and guilt and shoot them into him like bullets. I watch as he shrivels up into an ash. Nifty power I've aquirred with my time here. I go for the exit once more, holding my side as I go. Slowed down a little I make my way to the door. I twist the door knob and I smell for the first time in seven years, fresh air, but the moment is spoiled when a sudden pain shoots up through my spine. Tingling and pricking I feel the binding break and power rushes through me.I feel better and my rib is healing fast. I hear screams of my name and I begin to run north hoping I will find a town close by.
I lost the demons a ways back and I start to let myself feel a little safer. I've been walking through woods for what feels to be three hours and my prison outfit isn't exactly made for outside. My socks are caked with dirt and mud, my cotton tank top keeps little warmth as the wind cuts through me. I stumble upon a small diner on a highway. A Road House? Yes, thats what it is. I walk up to the door and enter. It is 1:00 in the AM and this place couldn't be buissier. I walk up to the bar aware of the stares im recieving. An older woman is sizing me up from behind the counter and she speaks first.
"What'll it be?" she asks still eyeing suspiciouslly.
"Just a water," I say knowing I have no money. I figure I look out of place, a 17 year old girl with no shoes in the middle of the counrty side wearing scrubs of sorts. The women hands me a water and asks another question,
"Isn't it a little late for a pretty girl like you to be out?" I just shrug gulping the water thirstilly. "None of my buisness hun but wear are your shoes?"
I look down at my caked socks and back up to her.
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you,"
"Try me," she answers.