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Contains brief amount of non graphic violence.

Chapter 4

There are moments in life that change everything. Tiny, supposed insignificant decisions that at the time don't seem to matter all that much until some time in the future you look back and recognise it as that point in your past that set about the chain of events that brought you here. An event so seemingly trivial you give it little thought, oblivious to the ripples, the shock waves, the currents of energy that course through space and time connecting what would otherwise never be joined. The sparks that bring people together either for good or for ill, the lines of lightning which create miracles, bring about impossible situations and result in events of such magnitude, it seems that it was by design rather than chance. What at first seems chaotic now appears to be pre-determined but by whom you cannot fathom. And you don't see the consequences of your actions, the devastating results of all the things that you've done until it is far too late.

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Unity is impressed. Her eyes trail up and down the form of the man who has appeared before her; her eyes fluttering in mock flirtation hoping and failing to defuse the incredibly charged and volatile situation that she's found herself in. She doesn't realise she's subconsciously positioned herself in front of Sam, effectively shielding him from the crazed maniac that has just arrived at their table. She can't help but feel attracted to him, even if he is really pissing her off with his alpha male bullshit, but she never did go for nice boys - not since she was changed anyway.

She observes him as he carries out his own assessment of her and she's only a little disappointed to see that he's unimpressed, the harsh glare apparently intended to make her back away, step down, shrink under his powerful presence but shrinking is not what Unity is or does. Unity doesn't back away or step down and she doesn't quit and neither, apparently does he.

"Get out of my way, lady."

A charmer, as well she thinks but at least he didn't call her 'bitch'.

"My name's not 'lady' hon, but good try."

"Unity, it's fine really."

She's interrupted by Sam's gentle and diplomatic voice from behind her and realises for the first time that she's placed herself between the two men, the two alleged brothers and she wonders how the hell these two got to be related. Moving to the side, she reluctantly clears the way for Sam but doesn't take her eyes off Caveman Guy, studying him carefully her lip twitching at the corner.

"Let me guess, you're the adopted one who they kept chained up in the attic with only fish heads to feed on."

His face pinches a little but he turns away from her to look down at his brother as Sam looks back up at him, something he doesn't get to do all that often she thinks smirking to herself.

"Dude, would you chill? We were just talking."

"In the car Sam. Now."

"Geez, sugar, who died and made you dad?"

She instantly gulps realising what she has just said. Sam winces and Crazed Maniac just turns an icy glare on her and she feels about an inch tall and doesn't really feel like providing a comeback to his latest put down.

"In case you hadn't noticed sweetheart, I'm trying to have a conversation with my brother, so you think you could, uhh I dunno...shut up?"

Ok, she thinks, so he's a smart ass. Big deal. In her opinion though that still doesn't give him any right to interrupt their meeting and act like a prize asshole and at this moment in time she is racking her brains for any plausible reason why anyone would want to do anything to help this dick. He's standing there fuming, with this really unbecoming scowl on his admittedly lovely features, making a complete prick of himself not to mention his brother, and she's obviously supposed to be floored, intimidated even by his ridiculous performance of I Am Man Hear Me Roar.

She says nothing though just offers him a smirk that she hopes conveys her disdain before holding up her hands, conceding and stepping back. She reminds herself that Sam's a big boy, a very big boy come to think of it and she's pretty sure that he can fight his own battles.

"Dean, would you just..."

"I said in the car Sam, and I'm not gonna tell you again."

"Sam, what? You just gonna let him boss you around like some snot nosed little kid?"

The outburst was involuntary, a knee jerk reaction - she'd given Resurrection Guy more credit than that but she can't help flinch at her lack of self control especially when Angry Thug turns to her again.

"Actually, yes he is."

He turns his glare back on his brother again who looks away sheepishly and she feels so awful for him. She wants him to stand up for himself, to tell his asshole of a brother where he can stick his orders but just when she thinks it's all over Sam surprises her once again.

"You know what Dean? I'm not going anywhere."

Sam stands up now and she sees the height difference and is a little amused by it but also puzzled. The older of the two is quite clearly a bully she thinks and has somehow managed to keep his younger brother in fear of him his whole life but she can't figure out how, when he is obviously a good few inches taller and could probably kick the shorter one's ass any day of the week. Neither of the two men seems intimidated or afraid of the other however which doesn't seem to uphold her theory. They're both eyeballing each other, both are pissed and she swears they're going to start circling any minute.

Dean seems at a loss at what to say, she reckons he hasn't had to deal with this side of his brother before, used to him obeying and running along maybe and he obviously isn't all that bright. He opens his mouth to say something, then seems to think better of it and just as she's considering jumping in the air cheerleader style and yelling "Go Sam!" Meathead Man does the unthinkable.

She watches open mouthed, horrified and embarrassed as the older yet shorter of the two grabs the other one by the back of his jacket, yanks him about and proceeds to march him out of the diner, his protests and struggles ignored.

They're half way down the diner before she can snap herself out of shock and get her voice to work.

"Sam! What the hell?!"

He twists his head around in response and manages to call back to her.

"I'm sorry, I'll call you."

Thug, however disagrees.

"No you won't."

She's still standing there with her jaw slack long after they've left the diner and suddenly she realises that everyone is staring at her. She blinks then coughs with embarrassment before sitting down to hide behind her mug of coffee only to find it empty but then the waitress with the pretty eyes sidles up to her table smiling sympathetically at her. She refills the mug and Unity smiles and nods back her gratitude and is rewarded with a cheeky wink.

"They both yours?"

The waitress nods her head towards the window.

"What? Er, hell...no. I um..."

"Bit of a handful huh?"

"Erm yeah. I... you could say that."

The waitress smiles and shakes her head while looking out of the window at the two brothers, one of whom is trying to force the other one into a black Chevy Impala.

"I wouldn't mind taking either of those two on."

She smiles again at Unity again before leaving her to her thoughts and Unity watches her leave, a little unsure of how she feels right now.

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"Dude, what the hell is your problem?"

Sam pushes his brother away after his second attempt to manhandle him into the car.

"You lied to me Sam."

"Yeah, well you didn't leave me much of a choice, Dean."

"You're not doing this Sam, I don't care who this chick is or what she can do, but you call her again you're gonna have me to deal with."

"Uh huh, right. And what are you gonna do Dean? Beat me up? Call Dad? Oh wait you can't do that he's dead."

He regrets it as soon as the words have been heard and he's not sure what makes him wince first, the realisation of what he's just said or the violent shove his brother deals him smashing his back painfully into the side of the car.

"Dean - Dean I'm sorry. I didn't mean it."

Dean eyeballs him incensed and obviously hurt and Sam stares back his eyes wide with fear and regret.

"Dude, I'm sorry I don't know why I said that."

And he doesn't. He has no idea why he would say that other than the obvious reason to hurt and rile his brother. Something he seems to be getting really good at these days. When they're not hunting all they seem to do is piss each other off and he can't understand why it has to be like this. He takes a breath and tries to calm the anger inside of him so just maybe he and Dean can have an adult conversation without yelling at each other, without hurting each other and without it ending in unresolved anger, bitterness and resentment. Dean however isn't in an adult conversation kind of mood it seems, and unfairly - in Sam's opinion - takes advantage of his brother's withdrawal from conflict and hauls him forward before bundling him into the car. He barks a single order at him before slamming the door shut.

"You move from this spot I will bust your ass you hear me?!"

Sam's jaw twitches and he looks away frowning. Dean notices that it's definitely a frown on his little brother's features and not the usual trademark scowl that he had seen so many times. It isn't the petulant scowl of a moody little brother who knows he's in the wrong, but the frown of someone who has just been publicly humiliated and is maybe considering his options. Considering the possibility that his brother is an ass and isn't worth the hassle, considering walking away from the whole mess and being done with it all and who could blame him. Maybe deep down that's all he wants, to be done with it all because maybe it would be a relief to free of all this. He feels a stab of guilt and winces despite himself and wonders what the hell happened to his baby brother. The one who looked up to him, the on who held on his every word, the one who would accept whatever he said simply because it was Dean that had said it. Most of all though, he wonders what's happening to him.

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"Sammy, come on."

"I'm not talking to you Dean."

"Well guess what genius you just did."

"Go away."

"Dude, it was just a joke. Can't you take a joke?"

He got the scowl turned on him. The scowl that generally said "you're a jerk and I'm not forgiving you this time." but it only ever made him more determined. Especially as the scowl wasn't nearly as convincing as it would have been had Sam been using both his eyebrows. Unfortunately for Sam, using both wasn't an option as the left one had gone AWOL.

"Come on, dude, it'll grow back."

"I have a date tomorrow Dean!"

Dean laughed.

"A date? You're what, thirteen? Where you gonna take her the candy store?"

"Bite me."

"Sammy, you're too young to be worrying about girls. Besides if she only loves you for your eyebrows then she's not worth it."

"I hate you."

Dean chuckled.

"Yeah, I know you do."

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She was just starting to calm down again when she heard the door creak and looked up to see Angry Bulldog once again storming towards her and once again with Purpose. She gulps down the remainder of her coffee in preparation for an attack and gets to her feet adopting a position of defence. She pastes on her best 'now you're just pissing me off ' face and folds her arms, watching the evolutionary anomaly get closer to her, hoping that he won't notice the fact that she's several inches shorter than him.

"What?!"

She spits out the first word before he has a chance to speak and he does that thing with his mouth again trying to think of something to say and she thinks that it's almost quite cute but then reminds herself that she's supposed to be mad at him. She feels a little of the anger diminish as he scrubs a hand across his face, breathing in deeply, obviously trying to get a hold on his own temper and she mentally gives him another point for at least trying to act like a member of a civilised and evolved race.

"Look, sweetheart..."

"Unity."

"Whatever. I get it that you're just trying to help, but you don't know what you're messing with."

"You sold your soul to a demon to save your brothers life and now you're scared that if Sam tries to get you out of it he'll die."

She speaks briskly, still with her arms folded and tilts her head to the side smiling only a little smugly.

He looks stunned and lost for words again. The mouth opens and then closes and then the frown is back.

"Hey, you know I think there's some dead guys in the next town that didn't quite hear ya."

He looks around self consciously but she shrugs away his concerns.

"Well you're the one who bust in here yellin' and hollerin' like some mentally unstable baboon, pal."

"Look just stay away from Sam ok. It's for his own good."

"And what about your good, Dean?"

She's surprised when he flinches and glances away, just for a second and just for a second she swears she sees something close to vulnerability and just for a second she almost feels sorry for him.

But then he looks up again the face of stone back in place and she almost rolls her eyes it's so cliché.

"Doesn't matter. I got myself into this and I knew what I was doing. All that matters right now is that Sam's ok."

She unfolds her arms placing her hands on her hips frowning.

"Hmm, speaking of Sam, how do you think he feels about all this? I mean, I can't work out why, but the guy obviously loves you. Personally I think you're a tremendous prick but hey, we've only just met so don't feel too bad."

He shoots her The Glare again but doesn't speak, which disappoints her because she was hoping for a little more of a challenge. Then something hits her, something which she hadn't thought of before. Something which hadn't occurred to her because she had been too busy judging him, being angry with him for causing his little brother so much heartache, torment and embarrassment. Something which should have been obvious had she not already made up her mind about him, pigeon holed him and decided precisely which box he belonged in.

She laughs softly and shakes her head.

"You really love him don't you?"

She knows how it sounds and she berates herself for stating the obvious especially when Pissed off Prick pulls a face at her in a 'duh?' kind of way.

She shakes her head.

"Ok that was a little dumb. What I mean is, that when Sam told me what you did, my first reaction was, 'what an asshole.' I mean what kind of selfish son of a bitch would do that; but when I think about it - it doesn't make sense."

Dean looks away sneering uncomfortably.

"I mean if you made that deal for your own needs, cos you're a selfish dick who only cares about himself, cos you didn't wanna be left all alone then why not just eat a bullet? That would've been the easiest way out. Gotta be better than hell right?"

He looks back at her with a bored expression on his face but the look in his eyes doesn't match. His eyes which are green she has just noticed and seem to be hiding a thousand different emotions.

"But Sam would have still been dead wouldn't he? No, you made that deal for him didn't you? Not just because you couldn't handle the thought of living without him but for him. Just him. Because you wanted him to live, to be happy."

She's surprised to see the once fiery, assured green eyes glistening a little now and avoiding her gaze and she feels a sharp stab in her chest as she begins to understand what she couldn't before.

"That's all I ever wanted."

He stares at the floor now, not just a glance but his eyes are fixed there and she sees the vulnerability again and suddenly the thug isn't a thug anymore he's just a lost and frightened boy who obviously thinks very little of himself. She knows that look. Sees it in the eyes, sees the guilt, the self loathing, the feeling that you're worth nothing and the deep seated belief that nothing and no one can save you because you don't deserve to be saved. She sees it in his eyes because she'd seen it in her own.

She watches him a while, her head spinning, trying to re-evaluate her previous assessment of him, finding it uncomfortable to have to admit how wrong she had been and then reacting against everything that her head is telling her she hesitantly reaches out a hand and touches his arm.

"You're not a bad guy are you? You're just scared."

His head shoots up and the speed at which the defiance returns startles her, so much she pulls her hand away.

"I'm not scared of anything lady. But I'm warning you if you mess with my brother then you'll have something to be scared about."

He turns then and storms out but she isn't finished this time and chases after him out of the diner and into the cold air grabbing the sleeve of his jacket and spinning him around to face her. She tries yelling at him this time, hoping a change of tone might get through the thick skull.

"Did it ever occur to you that he won't be happy if you're rotting in hell?!"

He yells back.

"He'll get over it. Sam's a fighter, he'll be fine. And he of all people deserves to be happy."

"And what about you Dean?"

"Me? It's my job to look after him and that's what I'm doing."

"Does it pay well, your job? You get vacation entitlement? Sick pay?"

He sneers at her but doesn't say anything so she assumes the answer is a no.

"What about time off, you get that? Couple o' days a week just to be yourself instead of your brother's body guard? Last time I checked Dean, Sam's a big boy. I figure he can take care of himself."

He says nothing again just stands there staring at her like she's the embodiment of evil or something.

"You know that I was possessed? That's how I got into all this. White Eyed Demon stole my body and made me do Very Bad Things."

She takes a step closer.

"These hands have done things you couldn't dream about, Dean. Things that I thought I should have been damned for a thousand times over. You think I deserve to be forgiven?"

"That's different. It wasn't you."

"Still got blood on my hands. I see it Dean, you're like a walking text book of low self worth, a huge guilt complex and pure unadulterated self loathing and I've been there and I know what it feels like."

His gaze falters and the lost little boy returns and she thinks for a second that maybe just maybe she's reaching him. She softens her voice a little, not wanting to blow it.

"So what did you do Dean? What did you do that was so bad you think you deserve to go to hell?"

His face twitches and the tears in his eyes are unmistakable.

She takes a step closer and rests her hand back on his arm and looks up at him offering a one sided grin.

"My point is cutie pie - that if I can get past what I did, then who knows maybe there's hope for you and your oh so bad boy lifestyle, you rogue you."

She punches him playfully in the shoulder but he doesn't look amused and instead shakes his head the tears close to spilling but not close enough.

"You don't know nothin' about me."

"No, Dean I don't. But I know your brother loves you and wants you to live."

He looks back down at his feet a sarcastic smirk on his face and she realises she's losing him.

"So, I'll ask you again. What about you? Haven't you suffered enough? Why not let him help you? Don't you think you deserve to live? Deserve some happiness?"

His head snaps back up once again furious and defiant, denying the still present tears.

"See that just proves how little you know about me cos if you had any idea...of what I am, of the things I've done...you would never say that."

The break in his voice contradicts the scowl and he turns about to leave before spinning back round to face her one last time.

"You stay away from my brother you understand me? You contact him again and you'll be sorry."

She stares after him blinking back her own tears, annoyed and disturbed at how these two strangers have got to her. She didn't ask for this. She didn't ask to be dragged into their sorry mess but now she doubts she'll ever be able to forget the look that Sam had offered her when he told her his brother was going to hell. Doubts she'll ever be able to erase the agony and emptiness that Dean had briefly allowed her to see in his raging green eyes. She shakes her head sadly before going in to pay the bill, the frown seemingly tattooed on her face. She leaves a few notes on the table her pulse racing, anger and adrenaline rushing through her veins but she still leaves a too large tip as always and the waitress with the pretty eyes picks it up smiling gratefully at her before watching her leave.

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"Dude seriously you have got to get over this."

Sam said nothing just carried on staring at the ceiling above his bed. He removed one hand that was resting underneath his head and took a swift wipe at his eyes which didn't go unnoticed by his big brother.

"Sammy, come on, don't do that. It's just an eyebrow man."

"Go away."

"Look, I'm sorry ok, it was a dumb joke."

Sam said nothing but sniffed a little.

"Hey, maybe we can do something with a marker pen. This chick of yours will never know."

Sam sighed heavily but didn't take his eyes off the ceiling.

"It doesn't matter. She blew me off."

"Oh. Sorry dude, that sucks."

"She said I was too young and that she was going out with that jerk Carson Pickett instead."

"Who?"

"Carson Pickett."

"The Scottish dude?"

"Yeah, apparently he's studying to be a doctor. But from what I hear the guy couldn't doctor himself a new asshole."

"Look I keep telling you bro, girls suck. You don't wanna waste your time with em."

"You do. All the time."

Dean looked affronted.

"Not all the time. But anyway that's different. I'm older."

"How is it different?"

"It just is. Besides, now you're not going out with her you can stay here and hang out with your big brother. I got this new move I wanna show you. It's called 'how to get out of five different choke holds'."

Sam turned on his side to look at Dean his eyes lighting up.

"Does it work on ghosts and demons?"

Dean ginned.

"Not sure yet, haven't tried it."

Sam offered his big brother the faintest of smiles. It wasn't much but to Dean it spoke volumes. Dean smiled back.

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"I'm sorry, ok? I didn't mean to embarrass you."

Sam says nothing. Sam has said nothing since they set off from the diner. Dean fidgets uncomfortably and looks across at his baby brother but sees someone else entirely. Sam's not Sammy anymore he's all grown up and maybe has no need for his big brother. Another time Sam would have been staring out of the window pouting, sulking and Dean would smile at the memory of a teenage Sam having one of his teenage tantrums and he would rib him and rag on him until he gave in and started talking to him again. But what he sees now is something else. Sam isn't pouting, he isn't sulking he isn't really doing anything other than staring out of the window.

One thing he is though is annoyed. Which is unfair because it's supposed to be Dean that's annoyed. It's Dean who was lied to, given the run around and whose orders were completely ignored. It was supposed to be Sam begging for forgiveness not Dean, but the last thing Sam looks right now is remorseful.

"Sam?"

Nothing.

"Come on dude, don't be like that."

He turns to him then his eyes cold.

"And what am I supposed to be like Dean? Please tell me cos I have no idea anymore?"

"You gotta let this go Sammy. I told you there's no way outta this, you're just gonna have to accept it."

"Accept it. Just like that."

"That's right."

"You know what, Unity may not have been able to help but she did give me an idea."

"What you talkin' about?"

"I'm talkin' about your deal, Dean and your dumb insistence that I sit with my thumb up my ass instead of trying to get you out of it. I mean did it ever occur to you that maybe I'm not just gonna sit and take this? Did you really think I'd back off just cos you told me to?"

Dean says nothing just stares straight ahead hands gripping the wheel.

Sam shrugs.

"Maybe I'll do a deal of my own after all. My life for your soul. Set things back how they were."

The next thing he hears is the screech of brakes and tyres on gravel as he's thrown forward the car coming to an abrupt halt.

He sits back in his seat turns to his brother with a 'what the hell' look on his face.

Dean shoves him into the passenger door, his fingers catching the skin on Sam's chest and the uneven surface behind him impacts with his shoulder blades causing an obvious wince.

"Take it back."

Sam's mouth twitches at the corner and he looks away briefly as if weighing up his options before turning back to his brother staring him down, his demeanour and tone inappropriately casual.

"Nah."

"TAKE IT BACK!"

Dean jerks him forward and slams in back again and he grunts this time but he doesn't stand down.

"I don't think so."

"You're not gonna do this."

"Wanna bet? Should be a piece of cake. I'll summon the demon tell her to put things back how they were. Or... or maybe ask Unity if she knows of a reversion spell."

"Sam."

His brother's voice is a warning but he doesn't care so he raises his own a notch, knocks off the sarcasm because he has never been more sincere about anything in his life.

"I'm serious Dean. This isn't how things are supposed to be. I'm supposed to be dead so maybe I should just go ahead and put it right, put things back how they should be if you won't let me find a way out for both of us."

"Don't say that, don't you say that."

Dean's voice has changed, it's low now almost breaking and he flinches again although this time it's not at his own discomfort. He softens his voice a little trying not to push his brother any closer to the edge he's already dangerously close to.

"Why Dean? It's the right thing to do, you know it and I know it, it's..."

He doesn't get to finish. Dean pushes him away and gets out of the car slamming the door shut with such ferocity Sam literally jumps. He swallows blinking a little too rapidly and makes his own exit to meet his brother who is perched on the hood of the car.

Sam stops dead in his tracks at what he sees. Dean is visibly shaking, his face ashen, looking like he might just throw up.

"Dean?" He warily reaches out a hand to Dean's shoulder but is cut off by a furious cry.

"GET BACK IN THE CAR!"

He steps back startled but doesn't move, breathing heavily, tears stinging his eyes and he suddenly feels very alone. They lock eyes for a few seconds until Dean turns away and repeats the order but this time he can only manage a whisper, his voice noticeably shaking.

"Get back in the car Sam."

And this time Sam obeys. He returns to his seat his own hands trembling now and tries to calm the rising panic threatening to take over. He chews on his lip, picks at his thumbnail and runs a hand through his hair and he waits until Dean resumes his position in the driver's seat and neither of them speaks until they arrive back at the motel.

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Unity arrives outside the door of her dismal and fusty motel room still ruffled and irritated and haunted with a feeling that something isn't quite right. She's unsure of what it means but she doesn't like how it makes her feel. Ever since leaving the diner she's been going over everything in her mind, trying to work out if it really did happen and why she can't shake the feeling that she's forgotten something or that there's something that needs her urgent attention. It's like being between asleep and awake and she can hear voices urging her to wake up to open her eyes and they're trying to tell her something but she can't work out what it is. The distraction causes her to drop her key and she curses before stooping to pick it up.

That's when she sees it. It's nothing really, to most people anyway but to her it means everything. She touches it gently, with her fingers and sighs heavily closing her eyes the sadness engulfing her.

She thinks that maybe the sensible choice of action would be to turn and run but right now, right here is where she decides that she's done running. She's done running and she's done hiding and if the time is now then who is she to argue. It's not her place to play God.

So Unity doesn't run. Instead she stands and pushes the unlocked door open and steps inside holding her head up her eyes forward ready to face whatever needs to be faced.

She's happy with the person she's become; happy with the choices she's made but the past still hurts and the pain lives on inside her every day. Some days it gives her the tenacity to carry on, to keep up the good fight, the anger, the obsession the need to pay penance is what spurs her on and gives her strength and courage but other days all it does is wear her down and all she wants is to curl up and cry out her deepest regrets, fall asleep and never wake up. Some days all she wants is to hand over the responsibility to someone else, to let go of the burden, release the weight and leave everything behind and simply melt away but she had decided long ago that that decision was not be hers to make.

The decision will be made for her just as it should be.

"Well, it's about time."

She's proud of the strength in her voice. It is still and peaceful and it doesn't waver, doesn't falter.

Her eyes drift towards the wall separating the bedroom from the bathroom, blocking most of her view of the bed but she can see the pair of shoes on feet, on ankles crossed, hanging over the edge casually swinging back and forth. Women's shoes black, slight heel, not too much, ideal for walking around all day in. The voices have quieted now, they're no longer deafening her. Her heart beats a steady rhythm and her breath is calm but her eyes are burning, stinging as the tears come uninvited, unannounced.

The shoes touch the floor and the waitress with the pretty eyes stands emerging from behind the wall and steps towards her smiling at her sadly.

"You know why I'm here don't you young one?"

"I could hazard a guess."

She holds the intruder's gaze keeping her eyes wide to prevent the tears from spilling because she won't cry today. She breathes in deeply and tells herself not to be scared because there's nothing to be scared of anymore. There is no need to fear when you are facing your destiny, facing your future and facing your past. There is no reason to be afraid of what is next and she won't be afraid, she won't be scared.

"I did want to thank you though Unity. For helping me find them."

"They're of no threat to you. You don't need to hurt them."

"Maybe, but the urge is too tempting to resist. Not my fault it's just how I am."

"Why? For what purpose? To get at me? I hardly know them they mean nothing to me."

She smiles shaking her head sadly, pityingly Unity thinks angrily; pity she neither wants or needs.

"My dear, it's not all about you, you know."

The waitress with the pretty eyes leans forward slowly, her cheek brushing Unity's skin causing an involuntary shiver and she pauses before whispering into her ear, the warm breath caressing her neck, sending more tremors coursing throughout, the feathery sound of her voice and it's message hammering into her soul, her brain screaming, nerve ends tingling, the blood in her whole body turning to ice. The messenger pulls away a smile on her perfectly formed face and gazes into her eyes and into her soul and Unity stares back shaking, shaking so much but she feels the fear and the terror and the years of trying to be someone who she never asked to be, drift away releasing her; the chains that had held her, obstructed her choices, caged her needs and desires fall away and take with them the constant stab of pain and self doubt as a tear is finally set free trailing it's way down the pale skin of her cheek and into oblivion.

"Goodbye Unity."

Then the waitress with the pretty eyes flicks her hand and there is a crack, a sharp intake of breath and then the pain ends.

TBC

Told you it was brief. Am I being too obvious here? Never was all that subtle...Comments welcome.