Watch Me Shatter
Disclaimer: I Do Not Own SPN or its characters, I DO however own all my OCs, Ideas, and the story.
Thunder crashed overhead, the darkness of the storm raging outside engulfing the house. All the lights were out, the power had been cut, the rain pound at the window panes, the wind howled non-stop.
It was the thunderstorm of the century outside, it was massive, unexpected, it'd come on in seconds, it was downright unnatural. For all I knew, it probably was unnatural. It be easy to believe, I wasn't sure I was actually awake at the moment, I felt like I was in a dream...
God I wished it was a dream. I pleaded and pleaded that this was a dream, but it was more like a nightmare. I didn't want this to be real, and how could it be? What was going on was insane, I was probably insane. Could I be going insane?
I stood in the middle of the living room, the furniture was thrown around, the coffee table was shattered, and the carpet had a very large red stain in the center. I saw it glistening wet every time a flash of lightning struck out across the sky outside, my heart raced, my mind sluggish and panic and adrenaline suddenly surging through me.
That couldn't be blood. It looked like blood.. But why would there be blood?
The stain was connected to a trail that had been drawn across the carpet and into the next room. I didn't want to follow it, I was afraid of what I would see, and my body wouldn't move, I was frozen, rigid, heart beating painfully in my chest and pace quickening every second.
No sign of forced entry. The place, my home, it looked like hell.
What happened? What's going on? Oh God... Please... Let me wake up...
At some point my body finally responded, and I started forward on shaky legs, feeling faint by the moment, breathing harshly and quickly.
Around the corner, my eyes met a mass of a crumpled figure pushed up against the wall. My breath hitched in my throat, tears came to my eyes and my body began to shake uncontrollably.
It wasn't human, not my mother, or my father, or my little brother... It was my dog of all things.
Cage's chest was ripped open, his small ribs shattered and cracked, insides spilling onto the hardwood floor, tongue hanging from his muzzle, eyes glazed and staring, fur shredded, covered in red...
What.. What animal could have ripped apart my dog like that? It was... Horrifying... I...
My legs just about gave out, my stomach did a complete flip and I swallowed hard to try and keep myself from retching, quickly looking away and about to hyperventilate, about to faint really...
"Mom...? D-dad...? Conner...?" I called breathlessly, attention turning away from Cage and toward the stairs. Everything was dark at the top, I strained my eyes to try and make anything out.
First what happened at school... And now this...? What the hell is going on...?
I started forward up the steps slowly, hands trembling as I grapes the handrail for dear life, stepping as lightly as I could.
Could there be some sort of psycho in the house? Were my parents and my brother ok? Was I about to walk into some crazy murderer? Probably... That thought made me stop, my heart sinking.
What could I do against some madman? What could anyone in my family do? My dad, he would fight. My mom, I'm not sure... But Little Conner? He'd be easy pickings, he was helpless.
I started forward again, this time a little faster and a bit more brave. Conner, I needed to find Conner, if anything happened to him... I couldn't stand it.
The first door at the top of the stairs directly to the left was my parents bedroom, the door was slightly open.
My gaze locked directly onto the red stain of a hand print on the edge, the doorknob drenched in scarlet. My breathing came in a shudder, heart skipping a beat as I took a deep, shaky breath, and opened the door slowly to the dark room.
My scream was drowned out by a roll of thunder outside, tears running from my eyes as I stared horrified.
Blood, carnage, murder, destruction, gore..
Mom.. Dad...
Three Hours Earlier ~
"Hey! Echo!"
My attention snapped around when I heard someone call me by my nickname, smiling warmly as I recognized my best friend up the school hallway from me, waving and smiling in that goofy manner I absolutely loved, her red-brown hair shinning and curled slightly, hazel eyes sparkling and flawless smile. She'd given me that nickname years ago, it was a shortened version of my last name; Echoette.
Sarah waited patiently as I walked up to her, easily making my way through the crowd of students in the hallway, all on their way to their next class. Sarah had been my friend for years, we'd grown up together, we were hardly ever apart- as if we were joined at the hip. It was actually sort of odd that we got along as well as we did, since she and I were in a completely different class based on demeanor and personality.
Sarah was very popular with everyone at school, she was beautiful too and had the most cheerful and kind personality I had ever seen. Everyone loved her, and she was good at making friends- something I rather lacked in. She always dressed her best, she did her hair, she cared about her appearance, and she was so good at everything. She was an ace student, hardworking and just so good at anything an everything she could ever want. She had a talent for being talented.
Me on the other hand? I was average, I didn't have the amazing personality, the beautiful figure, her sense of style, her smarts, her talent for anything. I got Bs and Cs in all my classes, and I was very much alone for the most part. I was shy, painfully so- I had a hard time talking to anyone, so most people didn't know me, and they never would. I would probably be that one kid who always sat alone in the corner for the rest of my life. I don't dress to impress like Sarah does, not with my simple jeans, black tank top and hoodie over that, the black converse, straight dark brown hair, green eyes, and little to no makeup. I didn't have the figure she had either, I wasn't fat, I was skinny- no muscle, no rounded hips, a small bust, no hourglass figure.
Not that I'm complaining. I'm content, I don't nessecarily care what I look like, I have a best friend who I loved and who loved me back. School wasn't too hard and life at home was pleasant, my parents were easy on me and I loved my little brother Conner- who was just about eleven now.
And what was more. I was coming up on my last year in High School now, I was already 18, turning 19 in a few months, and I wasn't stressed about life after all of this. Part of my rather laid back attitude, nothing hardly ever stressed me out too much- and I prided myself on how well I tended to handle stressful situations.
Life was good. It really was, and looking at Sarah's smiling face I was just happier. She made me happy, somehow, always.
"Come on, Mrs. Moore will be pissed if you're late to class again." Sarah smirked as I reached her. I rolled my eyes a bit and huffed, I usually got along with all my teachers, but that woman... Ugh, she just aggravates me to no end, and the feeling is mutual for the both of us.
"I don't know what her problem is, its not like I'm harming her if I show up a few minutes late." I growled, following Sarah as she lead the way. "And besides! I was only late once. Once for Christ sake, she acts like I killed her favorite bunny or something..." Sarah chuckled a little and shook her head at me, eyes twinkling in amusement.
"Well, be nice to her." Sarah said gently. "I don't want you to get detention for, well, being good old stubborn you around her." I huffed again and she giggled, "And remember, we're on Block Schedule this week- so we're in her class for two and a half hours." Sarah said lightly and I sighed heavily,
"Don't remind me... At least this is the last class for today." I was looking forward to going home, I was tired. I did my best to hide it, but the past few days I had always woken up more exhausted than I was the day before. It was odd though, because usually that never happened, I was always refreshed and ready to go, but now I felt drained, my body was heavy and Class was torture- I couldn't pay attention, nothing was getting through.
I figured I was getting sick or something, and hoped it would pass soon.
Sarah and I came into class side by side, taking our seats near the back of the room two minutes before the bell. I noticed Mrs. Moore glance up at me when she noticed I walked in, and I swear I saw her feign a look of astonishment, as if she was shocked I was in class on time.
Bitch... I grumbled silently, I wouldn't ever say it out loud, but unless Mrs. Moore could somehow read minds, I was free to think what I like.
I listened silently as Sarah started talking about this book she'd read recently, did I mention she was a huge geek? It was amusing really, somewhere in between I zoned out because suddenly- I felt like someone was watching me.
My eyes left Sarah and locked on to the gaze of who was staring at me, and it was Mrs. Moore. I blinked once, averting my gaze and looking back after a moment to check if she was still looking- and my heart skipped a beat,
For a split second, I swear to God her usually brown eyes were suddenly... Black, a shiver ran up my spine. But they weren't black, I mean... They aren't, they are brown, I was seeing brown as I held her gaze for a few seconds and let my eyes fall to the desk in front of me. I must have imagined it, and I must be more tired than I thought I was.
"Echo?" Sarah said, catching my attention once I realized I had been ignoring her, she had noticed too, because she was frowning a little, eyes glittering with annoyance. I smiled at her in apology,
"Sorry, you were saying?" I invited, she opened her moth to continue but the bell rang in the next instant and she didn't say anything.
"Quiet down Class," Mrs. Moore muttered, in that low, bossy tone I loathed. Those who had been chatting shut up and all eyes turned to her, the projector flipped on and the PowerPoint for the day's Lecture on the Government Legislative Branches appeared on the board next to Mrs. Moore. That was her usual, lecture the entire class while we were supposed to take notes.
In other words, boring. Very, very, boring.
There was a conjoined shuffling of papers and zippers being pulled as everyone pulled their stuff out and the lecture began, I didn't bother. I did have a few talents, and one of them was the fact that I could remember nearly everything a teacher lectured on, so I didn't see the point in jotting down pointless notes, I just put my back pack on the desk in front of me and sat in silence.
My eyelids drooped about 30 min. in, my exhaustion suddenly intensifying to the point I wasnt hearing anything about what was being taught, and instead my mind wandered into a drowsy state far off in some obscure corner of my mind.
I wondered what Conner was doing, of maybe he was just as bored as I was. Then I wondered if my Mom and Dad were home from work yet, they usually got home before either Conner or I did... Cage, my dog, he was probably asleep on the couch downstairs, as was the usual. That dog was so lazy...
Black eyes flared across my mind. What an odd thing, people didn't have black eyes... Where did I even come up with that? Creepy...
My attention snapped the present when the bell went off and the incessent rambling of Mrs. Moore cut off. She glanced to the clock, the time reading 2:30, exactly an hour left of class to go, seeing as how I'd apparently been sitting in class for an hour and a half already, had a I really been so zoned out, time went by that fast?
"Take your ten minute break."
I got up immediately, glad to have the chance to move and maybe wake up a bit more, I had started to doze off, because my eyes had fallen closed some pint along the way and the bell had caused me to open them. I noticed Sarah didn't get up when I did and I looked to her, she waved me off with a smile.
"Go, I don't need to go." She murmured, before smirking. "Just don't be late getting back here, ok?" She teased and I chuckled a little.
"Yeah, yeah.." I waved over my shoulder as I walked out the door and into the hallway, placing my hands in my hoodie pocket and taking a deep breath. I turned left, which was opposite the way everyone else in the hall was going. There was a bathroom on either end of the hall, but one was smaller than the other and no one used it, which meant everyone used the other one, and though it was larger, it was always packed. So, it was no surprise when the people in the hall thinned and no one was in the bathroom when I got there.
I splashed some water from the sink into my face, hoping the chill would wake me up as exhaustion continued to weigh down on me, I was starting to feel really groggy.
That's when the lights overhead flickered a little, earning my attention as I blinked in surprise. That was odd, the lights had never done that before, and to be honest.. It gave me a bad feeling. Not the lights themselves I'm sure, but suddenly everything just seemed to slow to a sudden stop, like the air wasnt moving anymore and the humm of feet walking down the hallway outside suddenly disappeared.
The exhaustion bumped up to a sudden bout of lightheadedness that made me unbelievably unsteady, I held the edge of the sink for support as my vision swam and head spun. It almost felt as if some invisible wave of force had run through me and taken all my energy away, making my body tingle and stomach flip, a cold falling over me- I saw myself go pale in the mirror, and my heart sped up in odd, uneven beats, body starting to shake, I felt weak, I felt... Sick, really sick.
In the sudden silence I did hear something though. It was an odd noise, and at first I couldn't place it, and I couldn't see what made the noise either as my vision turned black in the sudden wave of weakness running through my body.
The closest I could come to describing it, was like there was a sudden rush of air being thrown up by a pair of great, flapping, wings.
But then my mind fell away and my hold for support on the sink failed, my legs gave out and I hit the floor, I didn't see anything but black for a very, very long time.
When I finally did come too, I groaned and held my now slightly aching head, probably from the impact of hitting it on the tile floor. My vision unblurred slowly and I glanced around hastily, trying to make sense of what happened, of what happened to me. That was weird, really weird, and it was concerning. It wasn't normal to pass out like that, I started thinking I might need to go to a hospital to make sure I wasn't really ill.
I started pushing myself off the floor, grimancing a little, and my arms shaking slightly but nothing more. I didn't feel as tired, but I did feel a little faint, and for some reason there remained a pit in my stomach, cold and heavy... I felt something was wrong, beyond whatever had caused me to pass out so suddenly. I couldn't put my finger on it, everything just felt off to me.
My phone slipped from my hoodie pocket, and I paused to sit on my heels, retrieving it and glancing at the now lit up screen, I figured I'd only been out for two minutes at most, otherwise Sarah or Mrs. Moore would have come looking for me...
3:20
What?!
I'd been on the floor for nearly an hour, and no one had come looking for, or found me? Not Sarah, not even bitchy Mrs. Moore?
I got to my feet quickly, jamming my phone in my hoodie pocket and leaving the restroom, hand sliding along the wall for support if I needed it, still not feeling quite well.
Why would no one have come looking for me? Maybe they thought I ditched... But Sarah couldn't believe that, I'd even left my stuff in class! What the hell is going on?!
It occured to me in the back of my mind that everything was dim, the bright colors had dulled and the sky outside the windows was suddenly turning very dark, enormous black clouds rushing in on all sides, the wind picking up, the temperature dropping.
I reached class and headed in immediately, right into the middle of Mrs. Moore's lecture. All heads turned toward me, eyes sparkling in intrigue, and I caught Serah's eyes, but she smiled a little and broke the eye contact quickly.
"May I help you?" Mrs. Moore turned to me, placid and undisturbed, she looked me over with subtle intrigue and a hint of confusion.
May I help you? What... What?!
"What do you mean? Shouldn't you be snapping my head off for being so late? And why didn't anyone come looking for me?!" I replied hastily, voice rising and starting to get annoyed. Was she shitting me?
Mrs. Moore raised an eyebrow and regarded me a moment. "I'm not sure what you mean dear..." She said slowly and I stared, d-dear?!
"But- you, It's me! Thea! I was in your class just about an hour ago, you've been my teacher all freaking year, and we hate each other, remember?! What are you playing at?!" My anger and a sense of panic was starting to rise steadily, because on her face I saw real confusion.
"I'm sorry, but I don't know you.. You haven't been in my class once..." Mrs. Moore answered slowly, taking a step toward me in a cautious manner, as if she was nervous. I stepped back, astounded.
The rest of the class was staring at me, all of them just as confused and some of them nervous, most of them muttering to one another. My eyes found Sarah, she was my best friend, she would know me!
"Sarah! Please, you know me right?" I asked hopefully, looking about toward her.
Sarah looked taken aback, eyes wide and sparkling with a bit of fear and worry, she was nervous. "I-I'm sorry... But no...?" She offered quietly, my face fell, my heart dropped.
I knew when people were lying to me, I'd always been able to tell, to hear it in their voices, to see it in their eyes, faces, their reactions.
They all were truly saying they didn't know me. They were truly confused, they didn't recognize me... They didn't know me, and now they were nervous of me, because... Because they thought I was crazy.
Then I noticed that where my bag had been on the table beside my best friend was no longer there.
Could this be possible? Could there be some reason that everyone forgot about me? That Mrs. Moore didn't know I was the very student she truly didn't get along with? That she forgot all the times we'd glared at each other in class, the arguments we'd had on the side, the smart ass comments she pretended not to hear?
That my best friend, the person who was essentially my sister, that she could forget me? That she could forget the laughs we'd shared, the stories, the pain, the stress, the fun?
They all forgot me...?
It was at this point I thought I was dreaming, that I had fallen asleep in class after all, and suddenly I'd be pulled away by Mrs. Moore snapping my name. That maybe I was still passed out on the floor in the restroom, this was a hullucination of whatever had made me pass out in the first place.
"Look, I'm going to call the office and have them send someone down here to help you." Mrs. Moore told me in a soothing tone, which sounded utterly foreign to me. "Why don't you just sit down, alright?" She suggested, but I didn't hardly hear her.
Conner, Mom, Dad..!
If everyone at school forgot who I was, what of them? Could my own family forget who I am, or that I even existed? Was that possible..?
If Sarah could forget me, it was possible, and the idea made my heart ache, the panic rise.
I whipped around and ran straight out of class, Mrs. Moore calling after me and a resounding wave of gasps and fervent muttering erupting as I left.
I had to get home, my heart was sinking every minute, my mind racing, heart pounding. A cold unlike any other was engulfing me, making me shiver involuntarily, a cold sweat appearing on my brow, I had probably grown paler and paler since passing out, but I had to get home.
I thrust the doors of the school open and sprinted down the steps, down the next street, never stopping, never faltering, always going faster, the storm around me starting to hit a head, wind whipping into my face and blowing back my hair wildly.
How could I have been forgotten? It couldn't be possible, nothing can just make everyone forget about me like that, what sort of force could make everyone I knew forget the time I'd been with them? To make my best friend forget me, to make my teacher forget, and not know, that I had been her student all year? To make all the other kids in my class forget me? Probably the whole school?
This is insane, its impossible. I have to be dreaming. I have to be... Let me wake up, please!
The rain began to pour down as a flash of white lightning arced across the sky, just as my house came into veiw, the ice cold droplets starting to hit my face. The wind rushed past my ears, making it hard to hear anything, and the land about me was thrown into utter shadow, a shadow that had been deepening with the sense of dread filling me up since leaving school.
I barged into the unlocked door of my house, noting that my parents cars were in the driveway, but my car wasn't. I wanted to believe that was because I'd left it at school, but my panicked mind couldn't remember if I had driven to school this morning or simply walked. Could my car have dissapeared like my bag?
I hoped they would know me. I hoped this was a dream. How could my life end up like this? It couldn't! It has to be a dream!
I came to a halt when I saw the overturned furniture around, and tried the light on the front room and found it wasn't working. I walked forward toward the living room, to see the red on the carpet, to follow the trail of blood to where Cage had been ripped apart.
All the way up the stairs, toward my parents bedroom. That feeling of dread never lessened, and I was starting to lose myself to fear and panic.
The scream torn from my throat echoed in the unusual silence of my home, the thunder booming overhead drowning it out as I stumbled backward in terror, letting tears stream down my face, as I took in the blood, carnage, murder, destruction, gore..
As I saw my parents filleted in their bed, jaws ripped and unhinged in an eternal scream of terror and agony, their ribs split open, chests torn apart, hands and feet chained to the bed to keep them still. Their eyes were bleeding, trickles of red running down their cheeks, red orbs staring at the ceiling... Where their hearts were pinned with nails, a five point star drawn on the roof, with words of some strange language painted in their blood upon the wall, accompanied by dozens of strange symbols and the like. Numerous blades and kitchen knives stuck up from places all over their bodies, skin shredded, bruised... They were cold, they were... They were...
"O-oh my... God..." I stammered, turning away and falling to my knees, gasping for air and body shaking like a leaf, eyes stinging with tears and mind racing, that image would forever be implanted in my mind, my stomach flipped, I gagged a little but nothing came up, I could only sit there on the floor, feeling myself begin to grow colder and colder, a part of my soul felt like it was cracking.
"Echo..?"
My head snapped up, my heart leaping when I recognized the voice, the voice of my little brother, and he said my name!
The sudden surge of hope and happiness suddenly gave way to horror, my heart seemed to stop all together, my breath hitched in my throat, I couldn't breath, I was suffocating.
Conner stood in front of me, his familiar mess of sandy hair, the same freckles, his clothes drenched in red, a large knife from the kitchen held in his hand, complexion pale, his once green eyes were engulfed in black, no warmth in his features, his voice had been soft when he said my name, almost innocent- but the dark, twisted grin spread across his face betrayed the evil intent flowing off of him, the malice.
My eyes went wide in utter horror, fingers trembling as I did my best to say something, anything.
"C-conner...?" I struggled to get out, the evil grin grew a bit wider, the knife in his bloody hand glinted as a flash of lighting went across the sky outside. Everything screamed at me that it wasn't Conner, I knew it wasn't... This was something else, something too dark, too evil, to ever be my brother.
"That's right, Echo!" He giggled, I shuddered, edging back a little. "Mom and Dad can't play with me anymore, now its your turn!" His grip about the knife tightened and a pang of fear hit me. "Play with me!" He giggled in a high pitched, maniac way, as he brought knife forward and I leaned away as fast I could manage, gasping in pain as the edge of the blade sliced through my hoodie and across my upper left arm.
I stumbled back, head shaking furiously as Conner advanced,
"N-no! S-stop!" I gasped, Conner just smiled and kept coming at me, this time I rolled sideways to try and avoid being driven backward and cornered in my parents room. I managed it, but Conner lunged toward me in the middle of the action and dragged the blade across and over the top of my right shoulder and down my back, the blade digging deep before I got out of range and yelped a little at the pain.
I scrambled to my feet and bolted down the hallway that lead toward the rest of the rooms in the house, the last door leading to my dad's office, it was where he kept all his files, his computer, and a number of antique things he had been collecting in the course of his life. It was also where he kept this odd looking knife he'd gotten from his dad, it'd been there in a glass case up on the bookshelf for as long as I could remember.
I ran in and slammed the door behind me, locking it and running toward the shelf. My hands fumbled to get a grip on the locked glass box that held the old jagged knife, along the blade was inscribed with various images of some kind I'd never been able to identify, the wooden handle was laced with silver filgre, strips of the precious metal fixed into swirling designs.
I grabbed the box and smashed the glass against the side of the desk, hissing as the shattered pieces dug into the flesh of my hand and I quickly grabbed the hilt of the knife, blinking in surprise at how sure my grip became as I took up the blade, my head snapped around when I heard Conner start pounding on the door.
"Echo! Open up! I wanna play!"
No, no... I needed to push past him somehow, get out of the house, leave... He was trying to kill me, my brother was trying to kill me...
No, not my brother. That wasn't him, Conner couldn't have killed my parents... He wouldn't ever want to kill me. That was not my brother, he wasn't there anymore.
But what if I couldn't get past him? What if I couldn't get out? He would kill me... I couldn't let that happen, and to make sure he didn't kill me... I'd have to...
My body started shaking uncontrollably at the thought, I shook my head furiously, my breaths coming in rapid succession, heart pounding.
I couldn't do that! Even if it wasn't Conner, it was him. His body, his face, I couldn't do that to my brother, all I ever wanted to do for him was keep him safe. I would have done anything for him, I would have died for him- it was my job as a big sister, it had always been my job... And I've failed.
"Please... Please... Don't make me do this... Oh God, please don't make me do this..." I muttered the words to myself over and over again, trembling more and more with each word, getting colder and colder,
The door swung open, the frame splintering as Conner kicked it in with inhuman strength, his black eyes glittering with malice as he saw me, grinning in triumph when he saw I was cornered.
I lunged forward, thrusting my elbow into his neck to try and shove him against the doorframe, but my attempt was weak, or maybe he was too strong, because he barely budged and he shoved the knife at me, lodging it into my side as I let out a scream of agony, he twisted the knife once and grabbed the back of my neck, flinging me forward to hit the floor, blood welling up from the wound immediately.
"Nice try Echo." Conner chuckled, slowly drawing his tongue along the knife, my blood staining his teeth and mouth red. I shuddered, gasping as I held a hand to the stab wound and struggled to back away down the hallway, toward the stairs. "You should try a little harder, I want to have as much fun with you as I can."
"Please... I don't want to do this..." I hissed, Conner walking after me in a leisurely manner as I struggled to move backward.
"Oh I know! Mommy and Daddy didn't want to either, that's why they were no fun!" Conner chuckled gleefully. The tears rolled down my face silently, from pain and fear, but mostly from utter greif... How did all of this happen anyway? Why me?
"Please..." I murmured again, hand still clutching my father's odd knife. Conner grinned, shaking his head.
"Begging won't help you." He lunged at me again, I closed my eyes, my mind was screaming at me to react, to defend myself, to survive, but my heart couldn't get over the fact that this was my little brother... I couldn't hurt my little brother..!
I couldn't... I can't...
Move!
Some deep, gravely voice in my head yelled in that instant, my conscience I guess... The part of me that wanted to live, to fight, to survive.
My body wouldn't move though, at least, not in any way entirely helpful. I managed to block a thrust to my chest by shoving my arm into the knife and pushing it away, growling as the blade dug into my arm- but that small reaction left me open to a kick to the stomach, I coughed out in pain, the breath driven from my lungs, as I was sent flying back over the stairs behind me, ribs cracking as i hit each step, rolling straight into the wall across the stairs, vision blurred and body on fire, wheezing as I struggled for proper breath.
The footfalls of Conner as he came down each step slowly reached my attention, I struggled to sit up, I had somehow managed to keep a hold of the blade, my hand wrapped around it instinctively in an iron tight grip.
"You're not trying hard enough Echo." Conner muttered, "I hate it when people don't try their best." He growled.
He stopped at the bottom of the stairs and watched in calm amusement as I struggled to stand, off balance and unsteady from a large amount of continuing blood loss and the beating I was taking, not to mention the emotional struggle I was having.
I knew what I needed to do, of course I knew... But did I have the strength to do it?
What was more... If I did it, if I fight him, if I won... I'd never walk away from that in one piece, I wasn't going to ever, not with what had already happened, not with what I was seeing.
Fight. Survive. Live.
I shook my head in despair, the tears rolling faster now as I gripped the blade tighter, forcing myself into an offensive stance as I met Conner's black eyes. He smiled when he saw the resistance, the fire, erupt in my eyes, he was happy I had finally snapped, that I was going to fight.
I didn't want to fight. I had to...
"I'm so sorry, Conner..." I whispered, "I'm so sorry..."
"Sorry to break it to ya Echo, but Conner isn't here anymore." He chuckled in reply, I didn't take that to heart though, as I slowly turned the blade I held over in my hand, the tears starting to stream faster as some strange energy started to bubble inside me, the pain of the knife wounds dulled, but I only felt colder and colder.
I was actually doing this... I was actually going to kill... My brother...
"... I was supposed to protect you... I failed... I am so sorry..."
Conner let out a laugh. A cold, evil laugh. "Didn't you hear me? Conner isn't here anymore you stupid girl!"
He hadn't hardly anytime to react once I jumped at him in full force, swiping the blade out before me as he jumped away to narrowly miss it, his fist came up to land a blow to the stab wound in my side, I gasped, but swung back around with the blade and managed to slice across the side of his neck, leaving a shallow mark that glowed orange a mere moment. Conner's black eyes widened in shock and momentary pain, but I barely stopped before I swung out again, an aimed blow with my leg that had enough force to send him crashing to the floor, my body moving in motion, in reaction, in such a perfect way that it was almost as if I had practiced this before.
My body knew what to do, all on its own, it was being driven by that foreign energy inside me so suddenly, and when Conner hit the floor on his back, I dropped to my knees in an instant and thrust the blade into his heart with both hands. The flesh around the wound glowed and he let out a scream of pain, before his eyes glowed orange with golden pulses of what seemed like electricity, and he was dead.
I hadn't the strength to pull the blade back out, because suddenly I could feel the cracks that had been growing across my soul suddenly shatter in the most painful, agonizing way. A chill fell over me, I shook, I gasped in frantic, heart wrenching breaths, pale as death as I suddenly felt so very empty.
Completely empty. Broken.
The tears that had been flowing didn't stop, as I sat there with my head bowed and eyes shut tight, suffocating as I struggled to breath. I couldn't move, I didn't dare move, I stayed there for what felt like years, as the storm outside continued to rage on, I was numb, numb to everything but the pain tearing out at my heart, muttering over and over again;
"I'm so sorry... I'm so sorry... I love you... I'm so sorry... I'm sorry..."
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This is not the 1st Fanfic I have written, just the first on this account. I write FanFics for a few animes, and I do some Imagines on Tumblr for SPN. That is where I started writing anything for SPN before now~
I'd love to hear what you thought of this first chapter! Thank you for giving it a try!