~Next chapter, I hope you guys like the lengths I am making the chapters, these are a whole new level of devotion, taking me like three hours to create. I hope you like the effort. Please I would love it if you commented, constructive criticism is always acceptable. SUR LE CHAPITRE! (That French though... incase you didn't know it said ONTO THE CHAPTER!)~
Chapter 2: Anything is acceptable.
Whispers were at the other end of the room when Arrow woke up. "What if she is a traitor?" One said and the other simply responded "What if she isn't." She knew which one of the boys had said each. Dean had his suspicions about her. Was he right to have them? No, at least not yet. A voice in her head reminded her softly. You haven't done anything wrong, don't doubt yourself. She turned on the mattress so that she was facing the way they were and if she squinted enough so that they wouldn't guess she was awake, and then she could see them too. As she moved a part of the bedframe creaked and both of their eyes shot to where she lay. Pretending that she was asleep still she closed her eyes and made her breathing soft and long, though it didn't fool them and they ended their conversation. Sighing she pretended to stretch her arms out and push herself up out of bed. "Mornin' sunshine!" Dean said sarcastically. "What time is it?" She asked with a yawn and Sam looked over at the clock. 12:24 the clock read and before Sam could say it Dean elbowed him in the stomach. "Ok, now then, sweetheart, care to answer some questions about what happened and why you were in that old house?" Arrow groaned and flopped backward onto the bed "You can't make me think in the morning! I don't know anything in the morning!" Dean looked at Sam who was staring at Arrow. "Sam you try to get something out of her, I am going to go grab us some breakfast." Without waiting for a response Dean was out the door and gone, the Impala's engine turning over outside.
"That was, odd." Arrow muttered and looked up at Sam from where she was positioned on the bed. His hair was neatly done so that it looked windblown, and she noticed that he clenched his jaw and unclenched it a couple of times. "Why are you nervous?" Arrow asked and sat up, leaning against the bedframe. Sam's eyes widened. "No!" He said a little too quickly. "You're just supposed to be asking me questions. So why are you nervous?" She continued and his eyes narrowed at her. "What do you mean?" He asked and she tilted her head. "Your jaw, you're clenching it and unclenching it, it's a nervous habit, and you are pacing, another nervous habit." He stopped pacing and stood still. "Ok, smart one, if you know so much, why am I nervous?" He sat down at the edge of her bed and stared at her.
She squinted at him, studying his posture, his facial expression, everything before saying "It's something you're going to do, possibly ask me. You aren't for sure about what my response will be. Am I correct?" He shook his head his hair flapping into his face, standing up and let out a little laugh. "How do you do it?" He retorted and sat down beside her on the bed, facing out. She shuffled further away from him, her hand on the bed, as if she was going to make a run for it if she had to. He put a hand on her wrist and she stared at him a moment. Non-existent electricity sizzled at her arm where he touched her and she was momentarily stunned, but that was enough. He pulled handcuffs out of his pocket and quickly locked it on her arm, then to the bedframe. "Hey!" She screamed, filled with rage. She tugged at the handcuff but it didn't budge. "Why did you do that!" She asked anger filling her voice.
"I needed to ask you some questions." He stated and she let out a snort of frustration. "I…" His voice quieted down. "I'm sorry for tricking you." He said and she looked away, pain clear in her eyes. "But, really I doubt Sam is." She looked back and screamed at what she saw, pushing back with her feet and smashing her back against the bedframe. Who was there wasn't Sam. It was the man from the abandoned building. He had grey hair, and cuts all over his face molting his face together like wax. She screamed again and he grabbed her neck, choking her. "If you're going to die one day, I want to do it, today, now." He stated and she shook her head, her skin turning paler, and her face strained as she tried to gasp in strained breathes.
The door swung open and Dean was standing in the doorway. She stared at him her eyes pleading for help and the monster looked over also. He was too late; Dean had already run across the room and was just about upon him. "Stop" The man whispered, "Or she dies." Arrow shook her head, but Dean hesitated and the monster grinned taking the chance. He let go of Arrow and she crumpled onto the bedspread. The monster charged at Dean and punched him in the jaw, he pinned Dean down and Dean flipped him off easily. The monster charged again and Dean moved out of the way, just in time. The monster couldn't stop in time and had charged right into the circle. "NO!" It cried out and Arrow started coughing, slowly regaining her energy. Dean looked over at her, blood welling up on a cut on his cheek and she looked up at him. "Arrow I am so sorry." He whispered and looked at the handcuff. "I'll get that off soon as I can." Arrow laughed bitterly, "When I thought no one was coming, I got the key myself." She said and opened the palm of her hand. "H-how?" The monster roared from the circle and she scoffed "You think girls can't do anything!" Dean glanced at her, through the corner of the eye as if to say your gonna tell me later right? And she nodded in return. "Where's Sam?" Asked Dean and Arrow looked around the room startled. The monster laughed and said "Not going to tell you."
"He isn't here." The monster smirked and Dean stared at him before walking into the bathroom, opening a cupboard and walking back in with a bottle of liquid. It looked like water but he wouldn't threaten a demon with water? Would he? The demon let out a low hissing sound and Dean splashed some water at it. It began to sizzle and scream in agony. "Where, is my brother?" Dean repeated staring at the monster. "He is on the roof." The monster stated and began to hiss again.
Dean looked up then back at Arrow. "You can get it open right? Stay here, ok?" He then without waiting for an answer walked out of the room. Arrow began to unlock the handcuff and stood up. Once outside Dean looked around for a way to get to the roof, there were no ladders, but the windows were evenly spaced. He grumbled something under his breath before grabbing onto one window. The building was only a few stories high, but the walls were taller than they should have been. As he was climbing higher and higher someone from inside one of the windows started screaming, and when he looked down at her, she was staring at him. "Great." He whispered and continued up. Nearing the top he grabbed onto the roof, and stretched to pull his foot up. As he did so, and began to put weight on the foot to help him up, his foot lost its grip and he grabbed on quickly to the edge of the roof with one hand. "Damnit!" He scowled and tried to pull himself up, his arms were too weak. A hand appeared from the top of the roof, and seeing as it was his only option he grabbed it.
Slowly it tugged him up and once he reached the top, he lay down on his side to catch his breath. "Are you ok?" Asked a voice, who shouldn't have been up on the roof with him. He jumped up and almost slipped off the back, but she reached out and pulled him back in. "Hold on there." She said her hazel eyes glimmering with amusement. It was Arrow. "Why would you disobey me and follow me up here?!" He asked sternly. "Good thing I did, you would've been dead meat." She said and he scowled.
"Thanks would be much appreciated." She said and crossed her arms over her chest. "Fine! Thank you for saving me from falling off a building." He said stubbornly and looked around the roof. "How did you beat me up here?" He asked inquisitively. "I…" She started then finished. "Well let's leave it as a secret for now and later when it really matters I will tell you." She said and he scoffed "That's not really how I work, tell me now, or there won't be a later." Her eyebrows rose and she walked over to him, poking his chest "How about we do what is actually needed for now, instead of what you think is needed, because I don't really see Sam around here." Dean had completely forgotten why he had come up here in the first place and so he nodded. "But you will tell me later?" He asked and she sighed, before calling out "Sam?!" Dean shrugged and began to call along with her "Sam?! Sammy?! SAAAAAMMM!?"
Arrow started walking around the roof and stopped, calling Dean over. "Come see this!" She called and he ran over, quite slowly since he was paying attention to the edge of the roof this time. Once he reached where Arrow was positioned, he saw that there was a strange hole in the roof, it was dark and a strange moldy smell came from it. "This is our place." Dean whispered before jumping down into it. Arrow sighed and jumped down in after him. It was dark and Arrow shivered as memories of when she was trapped in the old abandoned house fluttered into her mind. "You cold?" Dean asked and she sighed "No. Why does this thing always choose old, dark, smelly places?"
"Maybe it's because no one likes old, dark smelly places." Arrow scrunched up her nose "Make that body odor smelly places." Dean's eyes glinted with a hint of amusement. "Something's moving!" Arrow called looking behind her and Dean pulled out a gun. "You're going to shoot it?!" She gasped and he frowned "Its salt rock, it does something to spirits and monsters…" She scoffed "Right then-" But was cut off as something grabbed her ankle and pulled her, making her hit the ground with a loud 'thump'. She screamed and Dean shot at whatever was behind her. The hand disappeared from around her leg and she scrambled to her feet and stood by Dean. "Why do the things always attack me!?" She asked and stared at him. "Don't know." He whispered and let her lead the way. A soft groan sounded, it was Sam.
"Sam…" Dean whispered and bent down to look at his brother. He was covered in scratches and blood poured from wounds on his arms and chest. There were spots of blood on the floor and his hair was pushed back, and plastered to his face from sweat and blood. "Let's get you out of here." Dean muttered picking his brother up and Sam pointed to something that was behind them. As they turned around Dean was attacked by a shape, it seemed almost opaque but wasn't fully. Arrow; without thinking charged at the spirit and pulled it off of them, her hands leaving scorch marks on its skin. It howled with pain and disappeared a moment after, a pile of ashes left in its place. Arrow looked at her fingers and winced before getting up and darting to the exit and climbing out. Why did I do that? Why did I have to do that in front of them…? They will think of me as some sort of machine, or monster or worse, weapon.
~Alrighty! So another chapter! What do you guys think is strange about Arrow? :o Well I know, but I mean what do YOU think.
Till next time,
Snow is on fire~