Michelle fought. She fought for her life. The man stood closely in front of her, a blood-stained knife in his hand, blood on his gloves, and blood on his surgical mask. Numerous cuts and gouges decorated her Michelle's body. The pain was almost unbearable and she was sure she lost pretty much half of her blood supply already.
"Please," she whined weakly. Her strength was gone and she was starting to lose hope. She was dying. No, she was already dead. Silent tears stung her eyes, blurring the man's crazed ebony eyes and light green face mask.
"Don't fret, my child," he crooned, using the dull edge of the knife to lift her head.
"Just a bit longer and it'll all be over."
Michelle closed her eyes, preparing herself for the final blow. The one that would end it all.
"DON'T MOVE!"
Michelle opened her eyes in just enough time to watch her captor drop his weapon and raise his bloodied hands.
I'm saved! Michelle thought groggily. He body started to feel weightless and she found it difficult to keep her eyes open. She felt the restraints break away from her hands and feet; huge warm hands lifter her from the metal rack, cradling her in rock hard arms. She sighed as she was set carefully on the ground, a soft blanket placed over her freezing body.
"Can you hear me?" A deep, faraway voice asked.
Michelle cracked open an eye to stare up at the most gorgeous man she had ever seen. His brown hair was shaggy and hung lazily into his sultry hazel eyes. His skin was smooth and tan, the muscles of his arms bulged under a button-down plaid shirt and Card hart jacket. His expression was one of genuine concern and she smiled weakly.
"Mm-hmm," she mumbled incoherently.
"Dean!" the man said, turning away from her.
"Help me out here! We have to get her to a hospital!"
Hospital, shmospital, Michelle thought.
Dying's okay with me as long as I'm in your arms.
Then everything went black.
I knelt beside Delrith's body. His still-open ebony eyes stared up at me, frightened.
"Kellie."
I stood up slowly, wincing as my knees groaned in apparent protest.
"Kellie," Genna said, placing a hand on my shoulder.
"Come on. We're following Dean and Sam to the hospital."
I turned to her and nodded.
"I'll be out in a minute," I replied.
Genna smiled at me then leaned to whisper in my ear.
"Dean is so getting some tonight."
I looked at her, my dark brown eyes wide.
She winked at me and disappeared quickly up the cellar steps.
I shook my head, laughing.
"Genna, Genna, Genna," I smiled.
Delrith stared up at me, no humor evident on his face. I sighed, reached down, and closed his eyelids with my two fingers.
"I know you were trying to help, but sacrificing people is not the way to go."
I emptied a can of lighter fluid and salt over his body and reached into my purple windbreaker's pocket for my match booklet, yanked a think wood match out and lit it.
"Good riddance," I whispered, dropping the match and watching as Delrith's body was engulfed in fluorescent orange-yellow flames.