Hey peeps, I updated again. I'd just like to say to those of my readers who are reading both of my stories before you try to kill me is that I've come into a writers block and am still trying to get my ideas together. Oh and one more thing everything I bold is either the title, an author's note, or something I'm trying to emphasize. Please read and review!
CHAPTER 4: So Close To Freedom, So Far From Whole

The room had gone dark again so Sam and Misty were working at their ropes even though it would be kinda hard (seeing that both their arms and legs were tied to the arms and legs of the chair and there was a piece of rope that tied them to the back of their chair.

"Anything?" asked Sam.

"Almost," Misty answered, "you?"

"Yeah, almost."

Misty had moved her foot as far forward as the rope would let it go and was using her foot to move the rope up and down so that the chair's leg could saw away at the rope. Sam was doing the same thing but he was working on his arms.

"Ah ha," Misty exclaimed.

"What?"

"I'm ¼ of the way free, all I need is that dagger I have strapped to my leg." She struggled to get the boot, on her free leg, off. After a while she was barefoot and had ripped the dagger, on her still tied leg, out of its sheath and was holding it between two of her toes like she would with a dagger and had begun cutting away at the rope on her other, still tied, leg. Soon enough both her legs were free. She unsuccessfully put her boot back on and stood up, almost falling, and was staring the agonizing process of breaking the chair by using the wall.

"What are you doing?" asked Sam, confused.

"I'm trying to break the chair, it's made of wood so if I try hard enough it'll break."

"Why didn't it break when I fell over?"

"Maybe it didn't fall hard enough."

"Maybe, though-," Sam started but was cut off by the sound of splintering wood, Misty screaming, and a small thud on, "are you okay?" he asked.

"Yeah," she answered, "a little shaken but I'm okay."

"Good, here come help me with my ropes."

"Hold up, I don't know where you are."

"Follow the sound of my voice."

"Okay," she said holding her arms out to balance herself and slowly made her way across the room tripping every so often.

Sam soon felt a hand on his arm that was slowly making its way down to his hand, "Is that you Misty?"

"I think so," she answered her voice close to him.

A couple minutes later his hands were free. He reached into the pocket of his jacket, pulled out a miniature flashlight, and turned it on to see Misty's face lingering only a few feet away from his. He gently touched her face making her wince, "Sorry."

"It's not that it's just…" she turned her head to reveal a nasty bruise on her jaw line.

"Oh," he put down his flashlight near her leg and curled up slightly (A/N: remember that he had fallen over in his chair) to help untie the ropes bounding his legs to the chair.

As soon as Sam's legs were free the lights (in the room) went on and Meg came in.


Dean had charmed one of the waitresses into heading back to his motel room to have some sex but before anything had happened the waitress knocked him over the head hard enough to knock him out and as he was being dragged away the last thing he heard was her say, "Yes master, I got him. The Winchester boys and that Moore girl are all ready for you to kill now."
"So, I see you've gotten out of your ropes," Meg said calmly, "but you're now going to wish you hadn't," she used some of her telekinesis to throw Sam against the wall and was now descending upon Misty with a hunting knife. Misty had her eyes glued on the hunting knife.

"It looks familiar doesn't Mist. Well, guess what it's your dear old father's hunting knife. I had killed him with it. Chris was begging me not to kill you and not to take this," Meg held up a necklace that was exactly like the one Misty had on. It was about 1 cm wide and about 5 cm long with a bunch of Chinese letters entwined into the vibrant metal, "that he would surrender without a fight if I just didn't kill you. It's too bad old man Chris is dead now and he's not coming back.

Soon enough you'll be joining him."

"No, you're wrong I won't be."

"So much fight still left in you, you haven't eaten in days and you're still so strong. I'll give you a once in a lifetime chance, you can join our side and live for eternity. Or you can join dear old Chris."

"You are wrong about a great many things, Meg. Though mainly you're wrong about Chris. Chris is not dead she is standing right here in front of you."

"Oh that's right I forgot your poor old daddy named you Chris but your dear old mother changed it to Christina so that it would be all girly and pretty and so goody, goody. She was wrong about that. By the way how is your dear old mom?"

"Drunk," Misty said, Sam could see a vein on her neck throb and her eyes change from a simple violet to a dark blackish violet.

"Oh that's is too bad, I was going to have you call her up to say goodbye soon, unless you really want to come to my side then you could have-," Meg was cut off by a dagger, that flew right past her head barely missing but still so close it cut off her hair, which was thrown my Misty.

"You bitch," Meg spat, "you cut my hair. I'm going to kill you for that." She walked forward menacingly making Misty scoot back. By the time Meg had taken three steps forward Misty was backed up against the wall, 'Oh god I'm going to die.' Misty thought as her life flashed before her eyes. As one of the most recent of her memories faded far away she felt an odd sense of calm. She moved her hair and tilted her head up slightly, "go ahead, kill me, see if I care, and see if anyone cares."

Meg stopped confused that anyone would want to die. In that second she stopped a million things happened. Sam tackled Meg to the ground, "you're crazy," he shouted. Meg again used her telekinesis to throw him against the wall. Misty grabbed her breast dagger (A/N: If y'all don't know what that is than watch the first 4-10 episodes of Xena the Warrior Princess I think that's what it's called or try searching it up on google) and hurled it into the middle of Meg's chest then grabbed the hunting knife Meg had been holding only seconds ago and chopped off her (Meg) head. Misty then took her breast dagger out of Meg's chest and cleaned it off on her clothes before sticking it back in it's right full place. Then Misty cleaned off the hunting knife and grabbed the dagger that she had thrown at Meg's head back into its sheath on her leg. She ran to Sam's side, "are you okay?"

"Yeah," he said rubbing a spot on his head, which had collided with the wall, "I have to ask you one thing though. Who the hell are you?"


Hey me again, anyway I hope you liked it I'll try to update both of my stories soon. Please review!!!!! One last thing to those who don't already know this but I changed the first chapter I hope it's alot better now.