Chapter 12

"Kyle?" Liz gasped out. "How…"

He reached out and smacked Liz across the face. Her teeth rattled from the blow. "No, it's my turn to talk."

Off to the side Dean began to stir. He heard yelling and screaming, it took everything he had to fight back to the surface.

"Oh, look whose waking up now."

"Sammy?" He croaked.

"Nope, sorry Dean. Not Sammy." Kyle in Sam's body smirked.

"Then who—"

"Liz knows me. She knows me real well. See she was my girlfriend, then she became almost an enemy, then a friend again and soon—soon she'll be dead and I will be free."

Dean turned toward Liz who wouldn't take her eyes off Sam. "You know whose in there?"

"Yes. Remember I told you a little bit about Kyle? Well he's the one that's in there." She briefly glanced toward Dean then returned her gaze to the pacing figure in front of them.

"Why would he do this I thought he was your friend?" If he's what Liz considered a friend she needed to change her definition of friendship fast.

Swallowing she nodded. "He was. Although I don't know why he's like this."

"Don't lie Liz." Kyle spoke in a sing-song voice. "How can you not know why I hate you now? To anyone with half a brain it would be obvious."

"Well if I'm not smart enough why don't you fill me in." Her cheek throbbed as she spoke through gritted teeth.

Kyle thought it over for a minute. "All right." He smirked. "You sure you want the guy you're crushing on to hear. He might not want you after he hears about you."

"I'm willing to take that chance." She assured him.

"It's simple Liz. You left me to be tortured in that hell-hole." Kyle in Sam's body raged softly. He didn't yell but she could feel the anger from him.

"What—"

"They let you go. They kept me and let you go. It wasn't even that they let you go—I was happy about that. It meant that you would be back somehow with help. You'd have a plan to get me out of there." He leaned in close to the bound girl. "But no, instead you were overjoyed and went on like your only living friend wasn't being mutilated, poked, and dissected like a lab rat."

"How could you think that?" She breathed out.

"Because it's true." He shouted. "They showed me pictures. So many videos of you enjoying life on the outside. Forgetting about me."

Kyle believed them, they told him lies and he believed them. Liz licked her lips careful of the cut on her lips and stared into Kyle's/Sam's eyes.

"They were lying Kyle. Jesus use your brain." Anger flooded her system, when she had realized that it wasn't Sam in that body anymore but her long-dead friend she felt so much sadness. But now hearing Kyle speak untruths to her, blaming her for pain she didn't cause him, it made her blood boil.

"They weren't, I saw the pictures." He didn't move from in front of Liz's face.

"Wake up Kyle they worked for the FBI, do you really think that photo-shopping in my face isn't in their capability?"

Unbeknownst to the two former friends Dean was working to get the knife he sewed in his jacket sleeve out. Ever since he was tied to a chair before by that Texas Chainsaw Massacre family he made sure he was prepared for such a predicament.

"Kyle I would never leave you to suffer that." She pleaded with him.

"You're lying, you're trying to cover your ass now that you're close to death." He stood up straight and shook his head. He wouldn't fall for her tricks.

"Listen to me please…" Her plea was cut off by sharp smack across face.

"I'm through listening to you." Kyle snarled. "You're going to die and nothing you say can stop that."

"Bravo." A clap started by the front door of the cabin, effectively pausing the drama going on inside.

TBC