Author's Note
Yet another installment and I know that you all have been dying to read more yes? (just kidding there people) So anyway here is another chapter!!!! YAY! So here you go read and enjoy!
Linka waited for a second before her breathing returned. Laughter hurt her now. She regretted not having a lot of it in her life. She regretted not allowing herself to laugh and be happy. It was like she had been dead for years. Now she was alive, but she was not able to do anything. It was a horrible joke being played on her.
"So much for laughter being the world's best medicine." She said as she cracked her neck. She leaned back and looked out the window. There no light except for the car's headlights on the road. She closed her eyes again. She thought about the past months. She had been ripped from her comfortable position as a warrior. Sure it wasn't comfortable, she was always having to do something that was unpleasant, but she knew what to expect and she never felt confused. She had met someone who made her reconnect with what she had tried to lock away for years, just in time for her to be orphaned. She shook that from her mind. She had been dwelling on her misfortune for too long.
Linka stood at the bottom landing of the steps at the motel. She sighed and put her hand on the railing. She started up the flight, which could have been a mountain based on her effort. She was tired from absolutely nothing and she felt her legs buckling under her. She sat on the seventh step and tried to calm her breathing.
"This is just pathetic." She said to herself. She turned and looked up at the reaming steps. They were taunting her. "Why must you vex me so?" She said to the stairs, thinking that they were the only ones there.
"Because they hate you." She turned around.
"Great so now inanimate objects have it out for me too." She said as she pulled herself up with help from the railing. She leaned over for a second she was tired again.
"Come here." She felt hands on her back and under her knees.
"What are you doing?" she said as she felt herself be lifted up.
"I'm carrying you." Dean said plainly
"Why?"
"Because by the time you get up there you will need to turn around and go back down again."
"Fair enough" She said. She glanced down and saw the concrete below the railing. "Please don't drop me." She said. She was not used to letting someone else be in control of her.
"Well there goes my master plan to get rid of you."Dean said sarcastically. She looked at him with eyes that were wide with panic. "I'm joking." She gave him a skeptical look then glanced back down at the parking lot.
"What took you so long?"
"I am not a Stairmaster but a stair novice." Linka said as she slumped over onto the couch. Dust clouds spiraled around her. She waved her hand to get some of it away from her face.
"This place is disgusting." She said as she looked around the room. It was true, there were stains on the carpet and bedspread from God knows what. There were water marks on the wall paper and ceiling and the lights were dim from the layer of dust and grim that coated the bulbs. She grimaced at the sight.
"So which do you think is cleaner the bed or the couch?" She asked.
Burning. It was slowly fraying her muscles and connective tissues. The ripping dragged along her bones playing a hellish tune. She felt the bursting and popping. She couldn't stop it. She saw her blood pooling under her skin. The slow black blue satin sliding under the white skin. She closed her eyes. The final push, the white burning light that sizzled under her flesh and left black scars on her bones.
She opened her eyes and saw the water stained ceiling. She pushed herself up. It was dark in the room, at least now she couldn't see anything. She looked at the door then over to the couch. She felt bad that Dean was sleeping on it but he would not let her take it. She looked down and saw the scar. She thought about how she had never before had a mark on her body from her work. She never had to worry about injury now she had done something that was a high priority yet she had almost died and now she carried a battle scar. It made no sense.
"Linka, this is important. I need you to do this."
"I have done so much already and yet you still ask more."
"This should not require thought. I am telling you that you will do this."
"I…"
"You agreed to this! You will submit! You agreed to by used for our purposes, you made your contract. You must now fulfill them. You can no longer be selfish." She closed her eyes.
"Do it. Make it quick."
She moved across the room with catlike silence, until she hit the low table and fell the floor. She looked over the table top. Dean was of course awake. That man was the lightest sleeper she had ever met. She remained on the floor quietly watching. He looked over to see Sam sleeping and her bed empty. He sat up and she did as well.
"I'm over here." She said quietly. He looked over to her.
"What…"
"The coffee table gave me a weird look so I had to tech it a lesson. I underestimated it."
"What?" She slinked over the couch and sat on the ground near it.
"I woke up." She said. She leaned back on her hands.
"You could have just said that."
"I know but messing with people when they first wake up is much more fun." She drew her knees close to her. She sat in silence and darkness.
"Anything else?" He asked her
"Possibly…Most likely no." She stood up and got back in bed. She closed her eyes. She knew that Dean would ask her about what she was talking about in the morning but she didn't know what she was thinking half the time anymore. She curled up in a ball and slept.
Linka pulled the towel around her tightly wrapping it as she stepped out of the shower. She wiped a streak on the mirror with her hand. She picked up a section of her hair and went to move it over her shoulder. It was heavy and small droplets of water fell from the tips. She let it drop. It hit just below her rib cage. She looked down at the pile of clothes she had grabbed to wear that day. It was her traditional garb. Large shapeless shirt, large baggy sweatshirt and jeans that hung loosely around her hips and legs. Everything seemed to be weighed down and shapeless when it was on her. She was tired of that.
