Um hello. First fanfic on this site so here's hoping. Got the idea from a tumblr post where people was talking about wanting to see a Supernatural movie where Sam and Dean save Adam from the pit and it seemed like a cool idea so... Yeah.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything because if I did I would end up ruining Supernatural. Constructive critisizim welcomed but don't get too mean, please?
Darkness.
Darkness everywhere.
A quick flash of black.
Nothing.
Wait a few seconds, flash; silver followed by black again.
A soft gasp.
A quiet groan and a hiss of pain. The whisper of air against blade.
Now it's red. Everywhere is dripping crimson and maroon and ruby and rusty scarlet.
Another quick hint of black. Black on red, like poisoned blood. Poisoned with fevered lust for revenge and blood. It all comes down to blood. He wants it. The blood of his blood. Always blood. He wants to paint the room with it, layer after layer of sticky, drying red.
A soft pant echoes the darkened room, the drip-drip of blood background music. And oh, what sweet music it is. The screaming, the begging, the tearing of flesh and the rip of veins; the soundtrack of his life now. Black eyes, heavy with bloodlust, follow the trail of blood dripping off the knife. Drip-drip, red on silver keeping time with the agonized moans writhing in the smoggy air.
Blood.
Again, always blood. His blood left him, always leaves him. Father, mother, siblings.
Can't trust blood.
Except his own, now inky black with poison and anger. Eating him away, corroding his flesh, rusting his soul, killing him slowly from the inside out.
No cure.
But he can avenge himself. He can't fix the feeling of wrongevilpoison pumping in his veins, but he can ruin the people who put it there. So many years in the dark has let him focus on how. The years have let him focus on three things:
One, his brothers dammed him.
Two, he has nothing left to lose.
And three, Adam has nothing but time and anger, and no wish to forgive and forget.