'Coward'
The voice inside my head had been saying the word over and over for two hours as I walked. I shook my head trying to dispell it but that one word remained.
'Shut up, shut up, shut up' I muttered to myself, trying not to cry again, even though I did'nt think I had any more tears in me as I had been crying since I had left the motel.
My legs were beginning to ache, and I was thirsty as hell. Although I knew what I was doing was weak and a mistake, I could'nt go back now.
I wondered if they had even noticed I was gone yet. Sam most likely had, and he was probably worried sick. Dean probably didn't even care.
I heard a rustle in the trees to my left and started. I stopped and my breathing quickened in fear.
Silence.
I sighed in relief.
'Get a grip.' I muttered to myself 'It's probably just a bird'.
I kept on walking, and held on to a tune in my head to keep me occupied. Some stupid heavy rock song that Dean always listened to in the car...
I heard the rustling again and stopped. I turned around just in time to see three human forms approaching me from behind before one of the punched me and blackness overcame my vision.
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I gasped as I awoke, trying to get some air into my lungs. My head throbbed painfully where I had been hit and I felt nauseous from the blow.
I realised that was kneeling on a cold damp floor, my hands tied to something above my head. A gag had been shoved in my mouth so that I couldn't scream. I mustered all my energy to try and come up with an incantation to sever the ropes but I was so worn out and groggy that nothing happened.
Panic took over. Who had done this? Humans? Or something in my line of business...I racked my brain to think of any entities that I had pissed off lately that might be behind this but came up blank. I struggled to free myself but my efforts were futile. Whoever it was damn sure knew how to tie a knot.
Suddenly a door opened somewhere and heavy footsteps came toward me. A rotten stench reached my nose and I gagged. When I looked up again someone was crouched right in front of my face. My vision had began to adjust to the dark and I tried to make out who it was.
'Well would you look at what the cats dragged in'
The deep growling voice was so familiar...
'Who the hell are you?' I asked roughly, straining again at the ropes 'What do you want?'
'Well, well...hardly the way to talk to an old friend' said the voice before striking a match to illuminate his face.
Heavy bearded features surrounding black eyes met my gaze and I choked back a scream.
'Marcus...but you're - '
'Dead? Not quite, my pretty. But almost. Your friend John Winchester almost finished me off that night in his heroic attempt to save you. So how have you been these last few...what is it now? Two years?We really shoud keep in contact more regularly'
'You bastard' I hissed 'I swear to God I'll finish you if its the last thing I do!'
He laughed loudly before stopping abruptly and grabbing me by the chin.
''I don't think so' he spat back 'Do you realise how many of my men I lost that night? No, no...It shall be me that finishes you, my dear'
He got up and headed for the door. Before leaving he turned around.
'By the way, I really enjoyed Jason's funeral. Closed casket, though. What a shame. It really did pain me to mess up that handsome face and slit his throat'
I gasped and began to cry out of sheer anger.
'I'll kill you!' I screamed 'I will kill you and everybody you ever cared about!'
He laughed again and shut the door, leaving me in darkness as I screamed after him.