I do not own Supernatural. What I do own, is whatever and whoever you do not recognize and possible future cases!
"I'm so tired.."
The words fell from my lips in a great, exhausted and almost defeated sigh. The long, dirty nails of my fingertips grazing along the long stretch of boring white wall, letting my digits dance over the slick and now barren tables that rested up against it. My tired eyes lingering on ugly, abstract paintings and the scattered, professional photographs of a young woman dressed to the nines. Old boots trudged through the mess that littered the floor with carelessness. Crunching glass beneath every step and kicking tiny objects across the hall.
"So tired of playing your fucking game," I spat as my sheathed foot took a swing at an empty vase sitting just at the entrance of the kitchen, sending large chunks soaring through the air, sliding across the clean, checkered tile as they landed. My palms began to sweat as fists clenched tighter and tighter before a quick release, only to return to the fist seconds later.
Falling against the wall, I allowed my eyes to slip shut. Trying to contain the fire that was rapidly building under my skin with every passing moment of silence.
"Give it up, sweetheart," I called out into the darkness. "The longer you run, the longer you have to suffer." The venom that fell with every word was still so alien to me. My body would freeze for just a shred of time, along with my heart while my brain went haywire as I tried to decipher this new voice. This new being. But as quickly as I would shut down, I would start back up as I realized there was no new presence. There was only my shell, filled to the brim with hatred as I stalked the halls of this beautiful and now slightly broken home.
"Hey!"A voice cried out from the distance.
The snap in my neck was disgustingly audible as my attention was brought to the floor above me. Soon after, a struggle could be heard as bodies fell to the floor with a loud thud, bringing a sick smile to my cracked lips.
Turning on my heels, the shattered glass grinded into the wooden floor before being kicked back as I made my way towards the carpeted stairs near the front entrance. The railing serving as a drum as the long, dagger tapped against it in an unorganized rhythm until I had reached the last step. At the end of the hall a door swayed, revealing a fresh dent in the once oh so perfectly painted wall, showing signs of great force.
"Leah?"I called out. Feeling a slight wave of panic rise within me when she didn't respond immediately. But when she had, it was a mere grunt and furious banging on the floorboards as feet kicked.
With quick steps, I moved towards the door, pushing it back to rest against the abused wall behind it. There was a short lived gasp of excitement over the sight that lay before me. Hair that was once pulled tightly into a bun had been torn loose. The now dark, mangled locks acted as a curtain to hide the certain scowl of my companions face. Beneath her, a bruised and battered woman. Her lightly freckled face stained with running make up and dark chocolate eyes filled with such hopelessness as she caught sight of me. Now aware that the possibility of her second escape was now nearly impossible, she began to thrash about and scream at the top of her lungs, which was cut short as Leah delivered her a quick smack across the face.
"I knew you'd catch her!" I expressed happily, taking slow steps around the couple in the center of the room. Thanking and congratulating her on a job well done, like I always did . She muttered out a "Thanks," as the young girl continued to fight against the weight of her captor.
"She's a lot more feisty than I thought." Without releasing her hold on the victim, she looked up to me, her hair still blanketing her face. But not enough to hide the dark, shiny substance that adorned the side of her face.
"Leah!" Squatting down to her level, I brushed the hair away to examine the cut on her cheekbone. With a scowl now on my face, I looked down to meet the girls puppy like eyes and spat, "Well that doesn't help your case at all." Her eyes squeezed shut, forcing more tears to spill from the corners as she quietly prayed for some sort of miracle to shine down on her. I almost laughed at this pitiful sight and her cry for help from someone who wasn't even there. But that would take away the last shred of humanity within me, and I wished to hold onto at least some of whatever was left. So I held my palm over my mouth, pulling down on the flesh to keep that smile at bay. The smile of a monster within me. The monster that she and her friends had unknowingly created.
When the girl had finished with her prayer, she turned to me. "Please," Her beg was softer than a whisper. And that word.. That one word had triggered something inside of me. Like the moment before I had taken my last prisoner, I felt the hatred rise like bile in my throat.
"Move," I growled. Leah quickly obliged, giving blondie a split second of freedom, which she spent thrashing about as she tried to crawl away. Her arms were pinned down by my knees, vision once again blocked by a mass of hair that spilled over her face. The weapon I had kept at my side this entire time, now resting against my teeth. Lightly picking at every curve and crevasse as I pondered over how to use it first.
"What was that?"
Her form was trembling now as she tried to choke out the plea again. "You don't have to do this."
I huffed with yet another grin forming. "Oh.. But yes-I-do!" I shouted as the knife was pulled from my teeth and brought down right next to her pretty face, cutting off quite a large chunk of hair.
Before she had time to register what was happening, I had removed myself from her, gripping the collar of her shirt and pulling her up to her feet. In the blink of an eye, her back had collided the wall violently. Shaking it so much that her mirror had fallen and shattered at her feet.
"It seems that you've seen one too many movies, Princess. In real life, it's an eye for an eye. And in this case..a life for a life." Her once sleepy and red eyes widened at that. I could practically see the night play out in her misty eyes. "Oh.. It's finally clicked in your tiny little brain, has it?" "Please, I'm so-" Her body was plucked from the surface for just a spare moment before meeting it with a much more force. Her cry ignored as I pressed my elbow into her throat.
"I wonder.. I wonder how many times she begged for her life? I wonder, at what point, did you realize that you had made your date with death? Was it the moment you watched her bleed out? Or was it when we came knocking on your door?"
Her attention had slowly drifted beyond me. Falling on the other side of the room where her collection of porcelain dolls sat in peace. Forever collecting dust. She seemed more so calm now. Like she had begun to accept the consequences of her past actions. Though there were still those few moments where she would blubber, before taking a deep breath to recollect herself.
"I'm sorry-" "Don't you apologize to me!" With a quick motion, her body had been flung back to the floor. She didn't even try to stand or to crawl away this time. Instead she desperately wiped her stained cheeks with the sleeve of her sweater. "Apologize to her!" "What I did was wrong!" She tried to argue. "I should have done something.." "But you didn't!" Lowering myself over her, I grabbed a fistful of her hair and forced her to meet my gaze. "You're only regretting it because you got caught." "No! I promise I-"
"Enough!" Leah roared from the doorway, where she stood tall with her arms crossed and a foot tapping. "We don't have all night, Eva. We've been fooling around for too long. Let's finish this and get back to the damn house."
With a sigh, my face fell and my grip on the girl loosened, though I did not remove the weight from her form. "Every time I try to have some fun-" "I know, I'm a party pooper," She teased with the tiniest of smiles. "But we really do have to leave soon." "Oh, fine," I groaned in reply.
"Wish I could say that I was sorry, Alexis. But this is what you have reduced me to." Reaching just past her, I ripped the knife from its place within the floor, watching as her eyes slipped shut, waiting for the blade to pass through her flesh.
The weapon glided lightly over her. Slipping in between her shoulder blades before coming to a point as it rested at the base of her back, pressing down just enough to get a reaction out of her. Which was a small whimper as her body jolted forward to try and escape the puncture.
The knife was quickly pulled away and placed back in its sheath before being slipped into my pocket.
"We've already made a pretty big mess."
Releasing the cluster of hair, both hands moved to either side of her head and...in one swift motion, it was over. Her body fell limp as my hands recoiled. Fingers stretching and wiggling in the open air, trying to shake the disgusting feeling of death from my being. But I was stained. No amount of boiling hot water and soap could clean this stench from my hands.
"Finally," my partner exhaled. Like she had been holding her breath in anticipation this entire time. "I'll start cleaning up the downstairs. Meet me there in ten?" I acknowledge her request with a silent nod. My attention not moving from the still girl that lay beneath me for even a second.
Leah's ratted converses squeaked as she turned on her heel, her steps growing softer and softer the further she got. Leaving me in peace with my second victim.
Lifting myself from her, I sat off to the side, digging my fingers into her hip as I pulled her over to lay on her back. Her half lidded eyes now empty as they looked up at the ceiling.
Reaching out, I began to brush away strands of hair that stuck to her face with the softest of touches, smiling sadly. "She was going to have a big sleepover, yannow.. For her nineteenth. I was going to give her the house for the night. Let her do whatever she wanted and have all of her friends over.. And you know what? You would have been the first to receive an invite." With my bottom lip slipping in between my teeth, I managed to pull my attention away from the corpse. Staring down at my feet as I slowly rose from the floor, taking a simple step over her still form and moving for the empty doorway.
"I hope you got to enjoy what her life paid for."
/ / Well, there we have it! I've taken the plunge and begun my first Supernatural FanFic. I know it started out pretty..dark but do not fear! 'tis only the prologue~
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