Okay. So this is my first Supernatural fanfiction, and this first chapter is just a prolog so it's kind of short. It's going to basically be the Hunger Games set in the world of Supernatural with a few twists here and there. I hope you like it and as always I do not own anything except my own characters.
Was she a demon? Ghoul? Vampire? No one knew. In fact, no one knew for sure that she even existed. No one feared her, and yet everyone feared her. Everyone, that is, who knew what she could do. She had no image among the masses, and yet she had made death's image her own in their minds. She embodied fear and could topple the highest throne. It started a long time with her taking vengeance on those who had wronged her, but she became addicted to the blood, the fear, the screams. She was the game master, and she ran a dangerous game: The Hunger Games.
She had eyes in every country, state, city, village. Her eyes gazed upon the entirety of the world through her minions, creatures who had traded their freedom and self respect in exchange for their safety. She could easily take creatures whenever and however she pleased, but she was not an unjust god. She watched and waited for the evil to reveal themselves; other times she added them because they were too good. She couldn't, after all, have anyone thinking that they were higher than they actually were. Creatures of every species went into her bowl. She saw man murder man and monster murder monster. She watched demons take people's souls and watched hunters slaughter new born shape shifters. She saw beasts save each other as well, but were they not all equal? She added each of their names to her bowl when she felt that they had earned their place.
Once a name entered the bowl, the mind was hers as well. Her voice entered their minds, but she only spoke when the Games were approaching. Once the names had been pulled her voice was gone until the next reaping; none could ever describe the voice, only the feeling: fear. "Welcome, one and all. It is that time again. You know the one, and you know the rules. I will pull twelve names, and you will each enter the ring." Her voice rang clearly through every mind in the bowl except the humans. Demons and monsters knew what the voice was and kept it to themselves. No one advertised the games and everyone pretended they didn't exist. Humans were notified when their names were pulled; she didn't see this as a disadvantage. Usually the humans were hunters, usually. They would be told through their television or possessed friend that they had been reaped. The minions waited with their charges until each notification had been made and then, all together, the creatures entered her arena.
"Grendall-demon, Lea-Ghoul, Pearl-Vampire, Carl-reaper, Lucy-demon, Kate-werewolf, Alex-siren, Lee-Rakshasa,Golem, Claire-Okami, June-vampire, Jack-djinn, and Sam Winchester-hunter. This will prove to be an interesting year indeed. I cannot wait to see how you all perform in the field." The voice stopped and the minions were sent to collect their contestant.
So, love it? Hate? Should I just delete it? Please, please, please tell me what you think
