She rolled off the couch and reached for her yellowed ratty sweater. It was so cold. The sun was down, so Jared must have forgot to bank the wood stove for the night. She would do it to save her brother a beating.
She looked for the lantern but it wasn't where it should be. Maybe the boys were out. She stepped through the door leading to the cellar steps and felt a jolt of panic when she saw the room she entered. It was pale green and white, not hers...but hers.
She shook her head. Of course it was hers. She must have slept hard to wake up thinking she was back at the farm. Strange. She still felt the cold and turned on the light switch to head down the stairs. She looked down at herself and paused. What in God's name was she wearing? What the heck did she get into last night? She brought her arm up to sniff the horrid sweater she had on. Mildew, gross. She pulled it off and tossed it down the stairs. "I'd rather be cold." she said out loud to her self.
Ugh, the basement smelled rank, like a damned zoo. This place was falling to pieces. She stepped into the main room of the basement and stopped dead in her tracks. There were cages, like her fathers in her basement. Oh my God there were people in one.
She ran around and looked in. She reached for her pocket to call 911 on her cell but there was no pocket...and no phone. She was wearing a threadbare tan monstrosity of a dress. She felt sick, something was very wrong.
"Hello? Are you alright in there?...Hello? Oh my God please answer me..." A conversation with her brother Lee tickled the back of her memory but she pushed it away. It couldn't be, this was all insane.
She looked for a latch to open the door but there was none. The switch, she remembered and ran to hit the button that would automatically raise the door. She ran back and stooped under before it could even finish opening and she wedged herself between the cot and the man on the floor. She flipped him on his back and felt his neck for a pulse. Alive, thank God. She couldn't see his face, it was obscured by long dirty hair. He had some kind of darts sticking out of him and she pulled them out. She shook him. "Hey, hey, come on, wake up,its ok I'm gonna call for help."
She turned to the man on the cot, he looked awful. She gingerly pulled a dart out of his arm and saw that he held two in his hand. Apparently he took the others out himself. "Hey, can you hear me?" she shook him and his head lolled toward her. She checked a pulse and it felt strong and slow. She dragged one of the many blankets off him and tossed one on the man laying on the floor. She bent over to tuck it around him as much as she could, he was like ice.
She felt a grip like iron on her ankle from behind her and she was pulled off her knees. She sprawled half onto the poor man on the floor. She flipped onto her back and saw the man on the cot glaring at her. Furious green eyes fastened on hers as he dragged her toward him.
She knew that man, she knew that face.
He did it, he was the one! He was there, he locked her in the closet and they killed her father. He was here again, he would lock her back up, close her in that dark space and leave her.
Melissa slipped away in an instant and Missy took hold. She kicked her free leg at Dean landing a direct hit to his face, but his grip didn't loosen. HE pulled her against the cot then flung himself over the edge to pin her under him on the cold floor.
"G'morning BITCH." he said with a smile.
Missy reached up with both hands and boxed his ears, just like her daddy showed her.
Dean saw stars and heard ringing in his head, he pushed his hands over his ears and Missy shoved him off her. She crawled over Sam and out of the cage and ran for the button to close the cage. He was gonna get out, she could see it. The door was too slow. Dean had anger on his side and he was on his knees in an instant. She ran back and picked up the shovel on the floor. She swung it just as the door came down catching Deans head with a glancing blow to his head. It flung him back and she smiled at his angry groan of pain.
"That had to hurt."she laughed. "And a good morning to you sunshine, you're looking a bit under the weather. Lets see what we can do about that."
She raised the shovel over her head and brought it down with a well aimed swing.
