Soul Survivors

By

Valtira

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, Sam or Dean Winchester, like everyone else I wish I did.

Chapter 13 Into the past

He looked in the mirror staring at the ravages of his once handsome face, all that was gone, now he was only a hideous creature. The stuff they write of in comic books. His future destroyed, his beautiful sister gone. She had been everything to him, his dearest friend, his boon companion, his sanity. There was no one to see into his darkest soul, control his deadly emotions.

In those first few months after the accident pain had been his closest companion, both physical and mental. They had tried to piece his ravaged face back together again. In the end they had succeeded, but the sight had eventually driven him insane. It wasn't the same anymore. The face that had comforted him kept him close to this sister was gone. His nose, her nose was gone, his chin, her chin was squarer. He hated them for that, hated them all for destroying everything he had known.

For hours on end he had stood in her room in front of her mirror. Soon his mind had substituted his new face for hers. The mirror said it was her, he could have her with him all the time now and he would never be without her again. A flickering light hung near his shoulder whispering into his ear. Dreams of her formed in his mind. They merged, two becoming one, the mirror rippling with their energy.

A greenish gold glow appeared over his shoulder, feeding on his emotions. The little creature whispered words of hatred and desire for revenge. Malice, revenge, his mischievous nature wove a story for an insane mine to feed on.

Even as he stared at the mirror he wished he could cross over, be with her again. The rippling in the mirror continued. The energy surrounding him pulsed outward striking the mirror over and over again, warping the surface until it rippled like water. He had wished with all his heart to bridge the gap between them now he had.

The tiny creature glowed with triumph as he opened a passageway into the shadows

He heard them laughing. 'They shouldn't laugh,' he raged silently. Her name was on their lips. He didn't understand that they were only remembering her antics as she climbed trees and fell into childish scrapes. He knew only that they laughed. Leaping forward the mirror didn't shatter but turned to liquid as his body past through into another world. The first step sent a wave of searing pain coursing through his body, but a flickering light drew him on and soon the pain was gone. The light was her spirit, he knew that and he followed hoping to be reunited with her once again.

He stared around him in amazement, it was dark and shadowy but light seeped in from all around him. The light proved to be mirrors – windows back into the world he hated.

He could hear them laughing still and ran toward the sound. They were there, the familiar faces of his parents. He could see them from the mirror above their bed. He hated their laughter, hated their tears but most of all he hated them for laughing at her. His rage exploded into the room. It happened fast, but his fury was deadly and explosive. The room was torn to shreds in an instant. He battered them with the things they loved. The books, the pictures they cherished became deadly weapons. Soon their terrified screams became tiny whimpers of defeat as they were beaten to death, their laughter silenced forever.

The light hovering near him grew brighter with each new hit. As they died a mist drifted over their bodies hovering in regret before rising into the air. The glittering light swept in catching at the shining mist and devouring it. Their souls would never see the heavens or know the light. They were gone, their spirits feeding the dark desire of the tiny creature who had stolen them.

Time does not heal all wounds. Some festered and grew. His twisted mind set his sister on a pedestal. Beautiful Amelia, homecoming queen, she would be the greatest – the last homecoming queen Fremont knew. It didn't matter that she had died in a car accident, caused by a tiny animal that had run into the road. The car had swerved off the road and Amelia and his childhood playmate were gone.

His dear cherished Rebecca the only other woman he loved was gone. She had understood him. She too had been lost to him in the accident. Not dead, life still lived in her body, but her mind was gone, her soul was lost. His revenge would tear the soul from their bodies leaving them dried up husks like her.

The first two had been easy; they had been confused when they looked into the lovely face. They didn't know that each second they gazed into the emerald eyes a piece of them was being stolen. His revenge was stealing away their soul. He had them now, their shadow soul hung where he could see them. The mirrors hid them from view but he knew where they were.

In the beginning they would wake and he would taunt them, but he soon grew tired of the game. Now they slept, still and silent, trophies hanging on his wall.

The glowing creature let him have his revenge. Each day a little of their soul was torn away. But it was enough to keep the man creature happy. There were many other souls to steel and he would help

This years Homecoming King and Queen had been a little more difficult, wary of something their souls had been harder to capture. He learned quickly how to find them manipulate them, enhance their fears with fears of his making. Yet always the golden light of his sister's spirit hovered beside him. In the end they were lost.

He had come close to killing her this year. A dark desire had welled up in his heart, but he had been interrupted. Next year that would change. No one was good enough, no one could replace her. They would try, he would succeed.

The unfamiliar face on the school lawn disturbed him. Fear trickled down his spine. He pasted a false smile on his face and turned to meet the strangers gaze. Hatred, immediate and deadly flared in his heart. This one would have to die, he saw too much. Andrew gathered his wits and pasted a sad smile on his face. The golden light was not beside him this day. It didn't like the light, it didn't know of the danger.

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Ok, so now you know. A little mis-direction is good for the "Soul"

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