Episode 4: An end and a beginning

The room was dark. The only objects visible were the two women standing in the blackness, resolving their issues.

"Why are you doing this?"

"I think you know."

"I didn't mean to, I swear! I didn't want to sell you out, but he made me! You know what he's like… more than anyone. Please. I did it to help you. You were the one that wanted this. I didn't want to hurt you."

"Liar!"

A woman in a black draping coat raised her bare hand. The other person's body began sliding up the wall, like an invisible string was pulling her. She breathed heavily and sweat poured down her pale face, glistening in the dim light of a candle. She cried for help, but not even a scream could escape her. Her body reached the ceiling. She stared down at her opponent with terror in her quivering chestnut eyes. She was as white as a ghost that matched her lacy nightgown. It drooped down toward the ground from gravity. Her antagonist didn't seem to care that she was truly sorry for what she had done to her.

"You hurt me. You made me deal with things that I never would have had to experience. So… in return… I'm going to hurt you. Fortunately for me… I can't die, but you… you can. What a shame."

The girl on the ceiling began to cry. She didn't want to endure whatever was coming for her.

"You know what? I thought you were better than this. I thought you wouldn't stoop down to his level like I did. You were always the strong one. I praised you. I wanted to be you, not because of what you had, but because of what you were. You were the rebel. You never put up with him and his ways. You stood up to him. But now, if you do this… you'll become him. The very thing you fought against… you've become one. You're a monster, and I hope you rot in Hell!"

The woman who stood on the flat earth looked up in disgust. She didn't bother arguing any further. She drew her arms out from her body at their full length. The palms of her hands faced the sky. Her eyes glowed an orange colour that lit up the room as much as the small candle in the middle of the side table. The woman above her gasped for air. A deep cut appeared across her stomach. Blood dripped from it, right through her white dress. The pale cloth soaked up some of the droplets. The rest fell to the wooden floor. Her limbs stuck to the rough plastered ceiling like sticky tape. Her life left her as a rush of blue flames exploded from her body. As it spread to the walls and the floors it turned to amber red and surrounded the other woman on the ground.

She looked around frantically, searching for a way out. She decided not to panic when she spotted the door not too far from her. She headed down the hall in its direction. To her surprise, the door swung open. Two young men entered the burning house. One was tall and slender, wearing jeans, a t-shirt and a cotton jacket, and bushy brown hair that hung a little in his face. The other was slightly shorter, with shorter, lighter hair, and more muscles than his partner. His jeans were torn, and a t-shirt and worn leather jacket clung to his upper body. He called out to the woman.

"Skye, come on!"

She hurried over to them before the building collapsed. Smoke gushed out of the top of the house as the three managed to escape a fiery fate.


DemonDragon666- So, what do you think? This is probably my fav story that I've written so far. There is so much going on and will probably require a lot of thinking when the drama takes place. If you don't know who Skye Hunter is, then you have to read my other stories, otherwise you will be totally lost throughout this story. If you're not up to reading all three of them, then I will quickly explain. Skye is a half-demon (human with a demon soul born into her), but she hunts her fellow demons like Sam and Dean. She has the ability to heal herself and others which is why the Winchesters haven't died in the past few stories, though it would have killed others. Dean and Skye "like" each other and seem to be a little more than friends. Sam isn't sure what to think of her, though she told him everything about her before telling Dean. The demon ( the one that killed their mother, Mary) is Skye's true father. Everything else, I will let you find out on your own. Please review!