Boston

Note: I do not own Sam, Dean, Missouri, or any other characters you may recognize from Supernatural (which I also do not own).

I wanted to say that this chapter was late because 1) I hadn't written it on paper yet (which is what I do for this story so that I can take it wherever I go) and 2) because I had posted chapters five and six on the same day, so I just had to leave you all hanging. To tell you all the truth, I know what I am going to write for the rest of this story and the sequel already! I just like to have it on paper first before I type it up. Ok, enough of my rambling, here is chapter seven:


Chapter Seven:

(Alyssa POV)

There was a dim light showing through the window when I woke up, letting me know that it was early morning. I heard someone coming to the door up the stairs, which were hidden behind a wall. I heard it open and then large boots were stomping down, then the shady guy from yesterday appeared. He was carrying a small tray with what looked like a sandwich and a glass of water on it.

"Here," he said, shoving the tray on my lap.

"How am I supposed to eat this?" I asked. "My hands are tied."

"Right," he glared at me, and then untied my left hand. "Only one, we don't want you getting loose. I'll be back in twenty to get the tray."

"Excuse me," I said, "could you tell me what day and time it is?"

"Thursday July eighth, and its seven thirty in the morning," he replied hastily.

"Thanks," I said quietly as he walked up the stairs. Damn! I've been here two days! I must have been unconscious for over twenty-four hours before I woke up, then went back to sleep for about six or seven hours! I had guessed on that last part.

It was hard eating with my left hand, because I was right-handed, but at least they were feeding me. I would take what I could get, as long as it wasn't poisoned. I quickly finished the food and decided I would try to untie my other hand and my feet. There was no time to untie them completely, but I managed to get the rope around my right hand loose enough to slip through if I pulled hard enough.

He came back down the stairs, tied me back up, took the tray and left. I waited a few minutes after he closed the door, just to make sure he was really gone before I slipped my hand through the rope. I untied my left hand, and began working on my feet. They were the hardest because they were tied individually to each front leg of the chair, along with three layers of duck tape. It took me fifteen minutes each, but I managed to get them undone.

I finally stood up for the first time in forty-eight hours, and I was sore! My legs were weak, but I managed to regain my strength, especially since I had food in my stomach. I looked around for something I could use as a weapon, but there was nothing except the chair, so I broke off one of its legs. It wasn't much, but it was better than nothing.

I took it and cautiously walked up the stairs towards the door. I slowly turned the knob, but it was locked. Damn! What can I use to pick the lock? I thought. I looked around again, but there was nothing. Then I remembered my hair! Bobby pins! I felt my head and found two that were hidden under my hair, the rest had been removed. How did they miss these? Whatever, I don't really care because I have them now!

I pulled one out and started picking the lock, trying to be as quiet as possible. After a while I finally heard a 'click' and I tried the knob again. Yes! It worked! I slowly pushed the door open. I poked my head out and noticed I was in a hallway. On the left was the kitchen entry, and on my right was the living room.

I slowly opened the door enough to slip my body through and tiptoed through to the living room, where I spotted the front door. I heard a noise up the stairs, so I quickly rushed over to the door and tried it. It was unlocked, so I opened it and ran.

There were trees everywhere, and I couldn't see any houses, so I ducked into the woods, praying I would come upon a house soon. I knew that my best chance of survival was to hide in the woods but stay near enough to the road to where I could get glimpses of it.

I really had to go to the bathroom, so I found a nice bush to go behind. That made me feel a whole lot better, and I continued down the road, staying out of sight. I decided I didn't trust anyone that came up the road because they could be part of the group of whoever had kidnapped me, so I wanted to get out of here before I contacted anyone.

I had no shoes or socks so my feet hurt, but I didn't care. I was glad to be out of that hell hole. I just wish I hadn't left so soon, I wanted to find out why they wanted me, or if I was just some random person. I highly doubted the latter.

I eventually came upon a turn-off in the road, so I took it. It lead nowhere. Damn dead ends! I continued through the woods because I heard a low humming noise that sounded familiar, but I couldn't quite place it. I came through an opening to see a very large lake. It was beautiful, and I realized the hum I had heard was a boat's, but it must have driven off, because there was no one around. I sat down on the sand to give my feet a rest.

My feet were sore and very cut up and bleeding, so I took some water and washed them off, knowing it wasn't the cleanest water, but it would help. Hopefully someone would come by sooner or later because I was tired of walking. The sun was high up in the sky, so I figured it to be early to mid-afternoon. I decided to sit there a while and relax. no one would find me here, well, no one bad I hoped.


(Asher POV)

It had been two days since Alyssa's kidnapping and we had nothing. Neither Sam nor I had had any visions and every two hours Dean would call the station to see if they had anything, which they didn't.

We were all worried sick, but I think it was harder on Sam and Dean because they actually knew her. I had only had visions of her, but that made it worse because I knew she was scared and in serious danger. I couldn't get that terrified look out of my mind. Her face showed it all, and it killed me inside. I had to go out and get some air.

I walked out and sat down on the front porch steps to my house. I let Sam and Dean crash out here because it was easier on us and my parents were in Europe for a fashion show. My mother was a fashion designer and had been called to Europe for a show, and she decided to take my father with.

My sister, Maggie, was following in my mom's footsteps and was currently at Ai, the Art institute of New York City getting her masters in Fashion Design. I was expected to follow in my father's footsteps and become a chef.

It's not that I didn't like cooking, but I wanted to become a doctor, preferably an ER doctor. I had actually become a hunter because of a doctor, so I thought it appropriate. Secretly being a hunter gave me this rush that I loved so much!

I had had my first vision at age thirteen, which was about the doctor being shot with an arrow by a demonically possessed patient of his, and I had saved him from that gruesome fate after confronting Maggie with what I had seen. She had told me to check it out, even though she was skeptical about paranormal things. I had managed to save the patient too and I killed the demon along the way.

Maggie was the only person, other than Sam and Dean that knew about my visions and my hunts. My parents didn't believe in the supernatural and whenever someone mentioned something about it, they would go off on how unethical it was to believe in such things. I also knew that if I told them about me that I would be kicked out and sent to a nut house. I would never see daylight again, so I kept my status on the down-low.

Maggie wasn't much of a believer until I had confronted her, and I was surprised when she said she believed me. She had wanted to be a psychologist and had read a whole bunch of books on how some people can really see things, but she wouldn't pursue that career because she feared our parents.

I looked up from my thoughts to see a neighbor walking his dog. he waved at me and I waved back. Then everything went black.

I was in a forest. Alyssa was in front of me, walking. She had no shoes on I noticed, and it looked like it hurt her to walk. You could see some blood coming off her feet. She kept looking back nervously; my guess was to check to see if someone was following her. She led the way through a clearing, to reveal a lake, one that I had seen many times before. She sat down and it went black again.

I came back to and knew immediately where she was. I ran inside to get Sam and Dean.

"She's at Houghton Lake," I told them. "I saw it in my vision. I know that is where she is!"

"Are you sure? Are you absolutely sure that is where she is?" Sam asked. I could tell Dean was thinking the same thing.

"Yes! I am sure! I know because I used to camp out at that lake for years, now let's go!" I said, ushering them to my truck. I drove as fast as I could without getting pulled over. I hoped that she would be in that same spot when we got there, which had taken us a little over an hour to do.

We got out of my truck and separated, Dean one way, Sam and I another. Sam eventually took off to talk to some people to see if they had spotted her, while I went to the spot I had seen her at in my vision. I kept my eyes peeled, but she was nowhere to be found.

I met up with the guys back at my truck and they hadn't seen her either, but Sam had said that someone had spotted her, but had no idea where she had gone. Where are you Alyssa? I thought. Please be safe, and stay put, wherever you are. We will find you, I promise!


I have no idea when chapter eight will be up because I havent written it yet, so you will probably have to wait until the weekend. Sorry. Hope you liked this chapter and where the story is going though!