Warning: F' Word Presence
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- Face the Shadow-
Chapter 7
Descend
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Again was the teetering between unconscious and conscious sections of his mind, crossing the lines between them as if they weren't there. Dreams and reality began to mingle into each other like colours on a paint set, seeping thickly in curls of each other. He lay there, facing the roof just like he had when he was bound to the table. But this time he chose to lie there, to be stiff and rigid and not move. To be empty by his own wishes. Sickly sweet sense of déjà vu, memories fading and reappearing in their apparent vagueness and blurs, thoughts that melted away into nothing again. Don't think, it brings back the pain, the pain the codeine or drugs won't take away no more. The pain you can't numb, just lie there and move only when you have to. The occasional blink and breathing the stuffy air that crept into your lungs
(Ever so UNWELCOMINGLY)
with their mangled and demented smell of dust and untouched particles, reminded him of the used bed sheets in a hotel. Except he was on the same ugly thick couch he had been on for days, maybe weeks, he couldn't tell, his legs bending up on the farthest arm then dangling of the end, one arm brushing against the carpet and the other resting on his chest. They were driving him insane, his instincts and senses were all numbed and dulled away by something, like chalk being rubbed into blackboard, still there but smudged and contorted. Eyes ever wide, unblinking not moving, don't move, don't let them see you move
Just be the stubborn you, you that you are. Blink once, because your body makes you, blink once because you have to. Breathe because you have to, because when you don't it makes you gasp. Makes you seem alive, makes you seem like you're moving. Stop rubbing you're heavy tongue on those damn fangs Dean, they aren't gonna leave. But you ain't gonna cry, not no more. Not ever again
Don't give them the pleasure
Just drink and lie
And pray to die
Your barely hear anything anymore, you still see but it doesn't register. You can't feel cold, or warm, or anything sensation now unless your twisted mind begins to make it up, begins to substitute those empty blocks in your head with things that aren't real. You can still smell that damn stuffy air reaching inside you and clawing at your lungs like a cat on a scratching post, doing it for the fun of it. Don't smile, don't frown, don't laugh, don't cry, and don't move
Just drink and lie
And pray to Friggen god you die
You barely hear them come in now do you Dean? No…maybe your dull ears pick up a scraping of feet as you lie there, determined and angry. Trying to plot their demise with your darkening mind, they thrust blood into your limp hands. You think they're eying you suspiciously, which they are, waiting for you to snap at them with your quick wit. But Dean's not here right now, please leave a message. They just walk off, and leave you there to watch the roof darken and light up with the cycles of the sun. You think it's maybe been four days now, but it could have been longer. You could have blacked out again and ebbed away into the nothingness, maybe you're dreaming everything. Maybe you're hallucinating lying on the couch while you're lying on the couch. Don't laugh at that, don't let them see you move. Slowly, be careful they don't see or hear you, raise it your lips, gulp down the red brew, then let it fall from your fingers. Suck in some air, some disgustingly revolting putrid DECAYING AIR
You drink
You lie
You pray so hard, that you will die
Trailing off into darkness again are we? Yes that's it Dean, just let the darkness claim you so easily. You lost all your hope now, haven't you? Yes…you have, just descending and spiraling down through they grey and into the pit of black. No sound or noise, no sight, no smell suddenly, no touch, only the taste of blood. That's all that remains now, you and your precious blood. They hand it to you like dog food to a dying canine, keeping you alive because you're like a pet to them. Something they feed and ignore. Blood is all you live for; all you can live for now, you lie there all day. That's all you look forward to and wait for, that's all you hate and dread for, its sweet poison. Sweet beautiful elegant poison that you crave and despise, you fucking lunatic
They'll hear you
Don't…
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You drink
You cry
All you wish is that you will die
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"So where do you plan to go?"
"I don't know…anywhere I guess" Sam murmured quietly. "I remember we left the car in town, I'll go pick that up and decide what I'll do from there"
"Well whenever you want to come here, you're always welcome in my house"
"I'll remember that" Dean said with a short smile "I guess its goodbye then?"
"Yes, it is"
They both reached out awkwardly and shook hands tightly.
"Thanks for everything"
"Don't mention it"
Sam stared at him, the man's smiling face. He had been so friendly and polite to a stranger he had never met. Sam grinned a little and then turned to leave, opening the door and shutting it as he began to walk down a gravelly grit road. All he carried was a few assorted notes Walker had pressed so hardly to give him, a spare change of clothes and a sandwich in a bag in his hand. He stepped down the road, the now golden sky gleaming beautifully
Another step, a sudden surge of dread. He slowed, eyeing his feet a little, He froze entirely, foot still raised as his eyes closed. He put his foot down and felt the surge of darkness and despair, but it wasn't his. He searched it, feeling it with a small sense of empathy. It had its own special signature engraved in it. Taking a far longer step and bracing himself, a wave of dismay and emotional anguish coursed through him like electricity, not his emotions, someone else's
He felt its own personality, its attitude. The attributes he knew so well
It was Dean. Every time he walked further away from Dean, his subconscious was calling out to him without him even knowing. His own distress call
He stood there, his thought rushing around like a wildfire, and at the strangeness of the demented premonition he was having
Something was clearly, deathly wrong
Sam whipped his head around, facing those dark dreadful woods he had expected never to see again. His whole story so far had revolved around those damn woods, sitting in the distance. Away from the green pastures he stood next to, and away from the sun, into the shadow.
For a second he stood their, torn between two paths. He could risk his own life, trying vaguely to reach his brother, or he could take the gravelly dirt road into town and forget Dean for his own safety
How can you even pause to think about that?
He instantly turned back to the woods without a second thought, shouting at the top of his voice as he ran "WALKER!"
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He won't come Dean, you poor delusional insane hopeless. You asked him to go, you asked him to forget, to never think of you ever again. To leave you for his own safety, he won't come back. Any why would you want him to? He wouldn't do anything…he could hold your hand and tell you everything would be alright. But alas, that would be a lie, nothing would be okay. You would still crave your poison every day, endangering his life. The vampires would kill him anyway as soon as he approached, why would you jeopardize him? Why would you want him to come?
So he can kill me
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Dean's eyes flickered wide as he broke free of his trance, his heart suddenly racing at a thousand miles an hour. He sat up, cold sick sweat blanketing him icily. He licked his teeth with his tongue again, feeling the familiar pair of bumps of his fangs
What? You thought they would have left?
"I'm…insane…" he began to murmur, his voice breaking "In-fucking-sane"
He wept again
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"Hayl he's going mental, I can hear him talk to himself" Anna said, shaking her head in her hands as he stood by his window.
"Then I propose a test, to see what he's capable off. Should jerk him out of his self pity" He muttered coldly
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So forced himself to remain sitting up, to remain moving at doing something with his hands. He forced himself to keep a steady train of thought, songs, TV shows, movies, cars, things he enjoyed to dawdle on with his mind. He traced letters and drawing onto his legs as he sat, his eyes focused on his feet determinedly. Everything to try and stop his mind from creeping over the line between sanity again, he began to hum music to himself and try to ignore thinking about his situation. He was interrupted when Anna opened the door, smiling deviously
"Come with me, now"
He turned his head to her, letting a furious hatred burn in his eyes. It looked as if wanted to burn a hole through her head, which would by nice. Maybe douse her in petrol, make her drink it, then make her swallow a wad full of burning paper and listening to her scream like beautiful music
Yeah, that would be nice
He staggered upwards, and followed her from the room. Walkies for their pet, he thought to himself loathingly.
They came to a freezing room for the meat; by now the air control had been dead for years. All that was now was a silver room, one air vent in the top corner, big enough for a squirrel to squeeze through. Dead cows had been stored in here for years. Dean shuddered, she opened the door and suddenly shoved him inside, he didn't struggle or make any attempt or effort to stop her shove, and he just did what he was told. Maybe this was some form of solitary confinement
He realised with pure horror though, it wasn't, as another two vampires led a struggling black haired eighteen year old girl into the room, throwing her forwards onto her knees with a pitiful scream.
It was Chrissy
The door slammed as Dean ran towards it, a thick slam as it slid to a close, shining in eery silver. He heard Anna snicker from behind it and give a hearty shout
You want blood from now on! Then you kill for it! Then he heard her walk away, laughing horribly and insanely as she did
Dean's eyes widened and he smashed his hand into the wall, leaving an unpleasant dent in the metal, and a large black swelling in his hand. He rested his hands against it and slid down a little, panting as he hung his head
Then he could hear Chrissy, her chest heaving in shock, whimpering and sobbing. He turned his head to her, and could see the cold fear in her watery eyes
"Chrissy-" He said reaching out to her
"-DON'T TOUCH ME!" She screamed, she struggled backwards on her palms, still facing him with wide eyes. Her top and jeans were torn and covered in khaki dirt and twigs, like she'd been dragged through a forest. Which she probably had, conscious or unconscious Dean didn't know. He narrowed his eyes in confusion
"I know what you are" She whispered as tears fell down her face. Dean watched her sadly, a flicker of humiliation crossing his eyes.
"How?" He muttered as he turned away from her, not facing her betrayed eyes
"Your brother told me, right after those vampires came looking for you and almost killed us!" She shouted accusingly, more of a shriek
"I'm sorry I got you pulled into this"
"Yeah…well…you should be!" She cried as tears began to fall freely from her dull emerald eyes. Her messy and stringy hair falling down her cheeks
So now he was locked in a room with an innocent eighteen year old girl, and they weren't going to let him out until he killed her. He stepped back, looking around the room for anyway they could be watching him, and found nothing. There was a thick glass window on the front of the door; they would probably just look through there to see when he was done with her.
He gave an exasperated sigh, and leant back against the door, sliding down into a sitting position as he did. Chrissy and Dean were still facing each other awkwardly as he did. Tears were still spilling from her eyes like Niagara Falls; Dean let his eyes slide away from her face, away from her tattered clothes and pitiful state of body
"I'm going to die in here aren't I?" She whispered chokingly
Dean didn't answer
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Authors note: Sort of a poetic start to the chapter really, my kind of thing. Thought I'd throw it in to see how it turned out, weird in my opinion, but I don't want to ramble. Review me
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