Eyes. Piercing blue-green orbs. They stared with a cold hatred, burned a hole into my brain--
"Argh!"
And that was almost exactly what was happening right now.
I held in my head tighter in my hands, feeling as though it were about to explode. Mental knives were stabbing into my brain as a sudden visual picture flashed in my mind. It had lasted only a split-second, but it was enough to almost scare the crap out of me. When the motel room appeared again, it disappeared again as another picture came into mind...
A boy. No...two. Two teenage boys, and their faces were filled with dread and terror--
"Sam?"
Dean's distant shout brought me back into a glimpse of reality. But that disappeared again as another flash popped unexpectedly into my mind--
"Arrgh!"
The same two boys from before. Only... their faces weren't so cut up and bruised last time--
"Ah, son of a bitch!" I hissed, literally trying to yank my hair off of my head. My whole attention was focused on the excrutiating pain I felt, and nothing else.
I didn't even feel the rough hands on my shoulders until they were shaking me.
"Sam?! Hey, hey, hey!" Dean said loudly. "What's going on? What's happening?"
He was talking too fast. I couldn't register everything he was throwing at me. It continued like that until a vivid scene flooded my mind, blocking out all feeling, all the pain, and the motel room disappeared again...
It was one of the boys. He was sitting on his bed reading a book. The title read 'Great Expectations'. Pretty brainy.
He didn't seem hurt in any way, not cut up and bloody or nothing. He was just... sitting there.
Then a shout came from the hall.
"Hey Pony!"
"What?" the boy answered, looking over his shoulder at the door. Pony... wow. Unusual.
"Wanna give me some ideas on what I should make for dinner today?"
Pony laughed. "How about something normal for once?"
"Aw, Pone, you know that isn't gonna be fun to make! It's not even fun to eat!"
Pony laughed again before returning to his book. Suddenly the scene changed and I found myself in a small cramped kitchen, where the second boy was rummaging through the refrigerator. He looked older than Pony. And they looked alike. Maybe they were brothers.
The boy had lifted his head in surprise as the front door suddenly opened. He took a look at who it was, and his face lighted up. "Hey, you're home early," he said before turning back to look in the refrigerator. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw whoever had entered had pulled a pan out of a cabinet. They boy began to turn around.
"Hey can you give me a hand with-" He stopped suddenly as the frying pan the visitor had taken out was smashed against his temple. He fell on the ground with a thud and confusingly looked up at his attacker. He opened his mouth to speak, but was kicked in the ribs and doubled over.
And suddenly he was all over him, kicking and punching and hitting. The younger boy screamed in pain, pleading. But he persisted, ignoring the screaming boy. From the hallway, I could hear Pony running towards the kitchen, calling out anxiously, "Soda? Sodapop!" Jesus, what was with these kids' names?
"No!" Sodapop shouted from his position on the floor. "Pone-!"
Before Sodapop could finish, he was suddenly up and down from a hard punch to the jaw. Soda then just lay there, groaning in pain. The attacker loomed over him, poised for the next attack. He ignored the tears that ran down Soda's face and waited.
"NO! DARRY, STOP!" Pony was standing in the doorway, wide-eyed and frightened. The attacker turned around toward him, and once again I saw the hate-filled blue-green eyes. The intruder was a young man. It shocked me how much he resembled the other two--
And Darry was headed toward Pony, ready to attack.
"No!"
Quite surprisingly, Sodapop stood up, and with quick speed, he somehow managed to beat Darry to Pony, shove him out of the way, and take the hard punch that was meant for Pony to his stomach, hurt and all. Darry glared at the exhausted Sodapop, who was now kneeling on the floor and wheezing. Soda looked up at him with painful, pleading eyes.
"Darry," he whispered. Pony stood where Soda had pushed him, too stunned to move. Darry made no reaction that he had heard Soda, but reached behind him, pulling out a small pocketknife from his pocket and flicked it out. He raised it above his head slowly.
"Darry, please," Soda wheezed. Darry's expression didn't change as he brought down the knife.
"Sam?!"
The motel room returned. The scene of the kitchen disappeared from my mind and Dean slowly faded into my vision. His face was panic-striken, a rare expression for my usually calm older brother. I let out a breath I hadn't realized I had been holding and panted heavily. Before I could regain my breath, however, two more pictures flew past my eyes. One was of an exterior of an old, rundown house. But all was burry instead of the mailbox, which read CURTIS. The next picture was just that. A picture. It showed five people, a man and a woman, and three boys. My wild guess was that the three boys were the sons. So the two adults must've been the parents. But where were they throughout the entire ordeal?
"Sammy, you okay?" Dean's hands were on my arms again, but not shaking furiously like they were last time.
I closed my eyes tightly shut for a second then opened them. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine."
"What the hell was that?" Dean asked.
All could I could was look up at him, wondering how a big brother could be so cruel to his younger ones.
Yes!!! I got chapter 2 up!
I thought I wasn't gonna have enough time to actually finish this because I had soccer games and band camp last week, and I had to go the entire time without a computer. *hugs computer* I'm so glad to be back!!
Well, this is chapter 2 so far. Chapter 3 is coming up soon! R&R please!! =^.^=