Here's my vision on the episode "The Benders", expect sibling fluff and typical smart mouthed Chris. To those who read and review my stories, you guys rock!
Mòran taing!
(that's Scottish Gaelic for thank you-I don't speak Gaelic and I had to Google to find it, random I know)
My ears drums were under assault from an awful barrage of abuse. Infuriated that the shrieking noise had disturbed my sleep, I buried my head under the pillow in order to block the unholy racket. What the hell? I peeked out and discovered what had woken me.
"Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Chrissie! Happy Birthday to you!"
The guys loomed over me like a shadow, tugging at the bed sheets almost bouncing on the bed like overgrown children. I grunted as Sam tossed away the pillow, I curled into a tight ball whilst compressing my hands over my ears. Every year it's the same ritual. Suddenly I was attacked in the form of "The Tickle Monsters", my eyes bulged out and I squealed and yelped as fingers tickled and probed my sides. A burst of laughter erupted from my lips as I vainly attempted to flee from my brothers.
"Get off me you morons!" I yowled swatting my hands at them before they stopped. I glared menacingly at Sam, an evil smirk spreading across my face.
"It's not just my birthday so I reckon the torture should be shared" I added.
"Don't even think about it!" cautioned Sam as I crawled closer to him, like a prowling cat.
I pounced at him, winding an arm around his neck and rubbing my knuckles across his scalp with my free hand. Even though I'm skinny, I am fortunately granted with surprising strength and a vice like grip. This made it harder for Sam to escape but I didn't count on him falling back onto the bed, technically crushing me underneath his muscular bulk.
"Ow!" I groaned, muffled by Sam's shoulder blade.
The guys laughed heartily as I continued to struggle. I scowled at them both as I finally slithered to freedom.
"One of theses days Goliath," I grumbled pointing an accusing finger at Sam, "Your gonna break something."
I leaned over the bed and fished about the content of my ancient rucksack. Where was it? The rough texture of newspaper brushed against my fingertips. Gotcha! Smiling I eased the wrapped object out of my bag and handed it to Sam.
"Happy birthday Sasquatch" I said sitting back whilst crossing my legs.
Who knew finding a book was so difficult. Thankfully I managed to ultimately come across a copy of George Orwell's "1984". I had saved up some dollars so I could get him a first edition. The last copy Sam had of the book was when he was a freshman in High School and I accidentally spilled my chocolate milk on the only copy he had for his English Studies. I was only around five or six years old at the time.
"Remember, don't let me go near it with chocolate milk" I chuckled, watching my now twenty three year old brother examine the book.
"Where did you get the money for this?" he asked almost dumbfounded, I don't know why as it only cost be ten dollars.
I tapped the tip of my nose. Hell I wasn't giving away my money stash's hiding place. I can be thrifty when I wanna be. If I'm desperate though I find other ways to get money, either pick pocketing or busking. I ain't older enough yet to walk into a bar and just recently Dean had been teaching me how to play Poker. So I belted out some tunes and the crowd flocked around me. Viola! Ten dollars and fifty cents in my pocket.
"Well? Do you like it?," I inquired "If you don't, I give you permission to hit me with it."
"I'll hit you with it," piped in Dean. "You've just made him a bigger nerd than he already is."
"Honestly I love it, thank you," said Sam ignoring Dean. "I'm just glad you didn't get me Animal Farm."
He slung a long arm around my shoulders and pulled me into a one armed hug.
"Wasn't Animal Farm the book you read to me when I was little?" I quizzed furrowing my brow.
"Yeah. I wish I didn't though. It made you cry. Not like when I read Charlotte's Web to you, that was a mistake."
I giggled at the memory. I can remember capturing a spider and calling it Charlotte only for the stupid thing to die on me like it did to the pig in the book. Suddenly it dawned on me.
"Hey what about me?," I declared with a smirk, shaking Sam's arm off. "Where's my present?"
The guys exchanged a glance at each other before returning their gaze to me. Fourteen or not my childish instinct was kicking in again, but I knew I would have to be patient and wait.
"Freshen up first," said Dean. "And if you use up all the hot water I'll make sure you don't live to see your next birthday."
I stuck my tongue out at him, adding more to my cheeky yet lovable rogue side. I grabbed my things and scuffled into the bathroom.
The hot water plummeted on my spine, trickling like teardrops down my slender frame. Since I didn't need to wash my hair, a task I had done the previous evening, my time in the shower was shorter than normal. Besides on the other side of the door was my birthday present and I couldn't wait any longer. Why I was so excited was odd at first but I guess it was because Sam was back with us and birthdays were somewhat normal again. When he was in college, birthdays and the holiday seasons were forgotten and that was a very lonely time in my life. After drying myself off I shoved on my jeans and oversized t-shirt. I was eager to find out my birthday present. On exiting the bathroom I was confronted with the guys. They smiled at me and produced a small, wrapped package.
"Happy birthday sweetheart" said Dean planting a kiss on my forehead.
I held the thin object in my hands for a second before tearing off the paper. Inside was a beautifully carved amulet no bigger than a milk bottle cap. I traced the designs etched into the silver with my index finger lost for words. The amulet was attached to a delicate yet strong looking chain, as I swung it gently from side to side the early morning sunlight made it shimmer and glisten.
"It's for luck and protection from evil" Sam explained, fastening the charm around my neck.
"Thank you" I whispered hugging them warmly to show my gratitude.
Hopefully this amulet would keep me out of trouble and grant me some luck for a change.
Two Days Later
Alright being fourteen sucks! Its no different from thirteen, sure it sounds better but at the end of the day I still have to wait another seven years before I can walk into a bar. Hell I've sneaked into plenty of them but it always results in be getting caught and thrown out. Tonight I pushed my luck once again and in typical style I was told to scram. We had just arrived in a new town and since we hadn't checked into a motel I was left to wander the parking lot.
"This blows" I grumbled scuffing my high tops as I continued to pace around the Impala.
Pausing for a second, I frowned and wrinkled my forehead as a shooting pain entered my head. My fingers massaged my throbbing temples as I resumed my pacing. I perched myself on the trunk of the car inhaling the cool night air, maybe that would ease my abrupt headache. Nope. I grimaced again as the headache escalated, gritting my teeth as I buried my head in my hands.
"Son of a bitch!" I cursed.
Bright orbs blind me, I swear they resemble headlights of some sort. A crash and crunch sound in my ears, ringing loudly. The sensation of my head smacking against something solid, another skull I dread to think. A new sounds echoes in my ears, a steady yet monotonous bleeping. It becomes more rapid and urgent. A whir and shock of electricity zaps me in the chest. Next comes the sight of a man in a trench coat. Who he is I don' t know but something about him makes me think otherwise. Hauntingly ancient blue eyes stare at me before a white light dazzles me.
"What the fuck was that?" I muttered, completely spooked by what seemed to be a freakin' vision.
No I couldn't be. I know I can rival the kid from Sixth Sense when it comes to seeing ghosts and stuff but visions! No way. I blinked several times as the pain subsided and eventually disappeared. Seriously though, I have enough weird psychic abilities, I don't need another one. I have already witnessed the discomfort and confusion it causes Sam. I sighed and clunked the heels of my rubber soled sneakers together just as a hand ruffled my hair and brought me back into reality. I looked up and was met by Sam's concern eyes.
"You okay there kiddo?" he asked placing Dad's journal next to me.
I nodded and shuffled over to allow him to sit on the trunk beside me. My legs dangled freely whilst he could still touch the ground with his giant feet. Some bikers had just pulled into the parking lot.
"So this kid you and Dean interviewed today claimed he saw some dude getting dragged underneath a car by something that growled?" I asked, absentmindedly twiddling with the amulet around my neck. "We diggin' any deeper into this or are we just gonna drop it like a hot potato?"
Before Sam could reply our hearing picked up a strange noise. Sounded like the static you get from a radio but with a hint of something scrapping against metal. We hopped from the trunk and Sam turned on his flashlight. Cautiously Sam got down on his haunches to investigate underneath a neighbouring car with me at his heel. He recoiled back in fright as a disturbed cat hissed and swiped a paw at him.
"Aw did Whiskers scare you Samantha?" I laughed. "Be thankful it's me standing here and not Dean."
He chuckled and rose to his full height again.
"Mention that to Dean and you will rue the day you ever did" joked Sam squaring me up.
"Is that a threat or a personal challenge?" I mocked in return, staring up at him.
At this point the noise returned, glancing about us we noted that the parking lot was now empty of people. Mentally we switched back into alert mode. It was my turn to scan for life underneath the car. I squinted my eyes as I detected a slight glimpse of movement. To get a better look I got down on my hands and knees. Zilch life forms found.
I said to Sam "I've got diddlysquat"
Suddenly I was grabbed by the ankles. My knees and hands grated against the rough gritty asphalt as I was dragged under the random car.
"Sam!" I cried out vainly attempting to crawl away from my mysterious ambusher.
"Grab my hands!" responded Sam urgently reaching out for me.
Whatever had a hold of me was too smart and too quick. Sam vanished from sight. I kicked and struggled furiously calling out for him to help me. Nothing. I heard a thud and I could see Sam's giant frame topple to the ground.
Crack! I was struck on the back of the head by an unseen object once I emerged from the other side. Darkness fell.
Some Hours Later
Bright orbs blind me, I swear they resemble headlights of some sort. A crash and crunch sound in my ears, ringing loudly. The sensation of my head smacking against something solid, another skull I dread to think. A new sounds echoes in my ears, a steady yet monotonous bleeping. It becomes more rapid and urgent. A whir and shock of electricity zaps me in the chest. Next comes the sight of a man in a trench coat. Who he is I don' t know but something about him makes me think otherwise. Hauntingly ancient blue eyes stare at me before a white light dazzles me.
My eyes snapped open. What the hell just happened? The last thing I could remember was being pulled underneath a car. Ah shit. I've been kidnapped again. I hate being a damsel in distress, I ain't Princess Peach. I gingerly got to my feet and scanned about. A large metal cage was encased around me and the biggest bitch was the automatic lock system so that rules out escaping via lock picking. Great! I peeked through the barricade, narrowing my gaze in the gloom, fingers curled around the bars as I realised I wasn't alone. Two more cages were stationed close to mine. Hitching my breathe I recognised one of the unconscious figures inside.
"Sammy?" I hissed loudly beating my palms against the steel construction making it rattle.
One hearing my call, my brother became animated and sprung to life, skimming the area in search of the voice that had woken him.
"Chris?," he responded, eyes filled with concern and confusion as he leaned into his cage. "Is that you? Where are you?"
Our gaze meet and he sighed in relief. Poor guy had to stoop whilst my hobbit size was at an advantage to me as it was perfect size and far less cramped.
"Are you hurt?" queried my brother frantically in typical protective guard dog style.
"I'm okay," I replied truthfully. "Besides the fact that I have no skin left on my knee caps."
Dammit, my favourite jeans were ripped at my knees. I could feel the blood swelling and sticking to the worn fabric and causing it to sting like a bitch. The palms on my hands and elbows were badly grazed too from the asphalt when I was taken. From were the mystery ambusher struck me on the side of the head I could sense the texture of dried blood on my right temple. Son of a bitch had my hooded sweater. Not only that but also my amulet! Stupid thing was a dud anyway. Protection against evil and bringer of good luck. Ha. Bullshit.
I sniffed the stale air "Where do you think we are?"
Sam shrugged his shoulders "Outskirts of town maybe."
I groaned hanging my head "It better not be a vampire nest or a group of demons again. I swear to God if it is, I'm takin' early retirement."
Being the smallest and youngest member of my family has it downsides. It makes me a prone target against our enemies, which sucks ass. Sometimes I wonder why I had to be born a girl. Then again if I was a boy I'd be called Gregory which makes me glad that I'm female after all.
"Now what?" I stated in an annoyed tone.
"Just hang tight," responded Sam, "There's gotta be a way out."
I raised a quizzical eyebrow as I watched him grip the bars above his head and began swinging his weight before he brought his feet in contact with the part of the cage. Probably the entrance, I dunno I couldn't see that well from my angle. His futile attempts triggered a grunt from the third cage. Sam noticed this too.
"Your alive?" he said to the man.
"Huh?"
"Hey!, you okay?"
"Does it look like I'm doing okay?" snapped the unknown male.
"Where are we?" I questioned, hoping this dude had an answer.
"I dunno," he replied. "The country I think. It smells like the country."
Sam frowned "Your Alvin Jenkins aren't you?"
Some kid had witnessed his disappearance and looks like we had found him. I wasn't present at the kid's interview, instead I had to suffer by washing my brothers clothes.
"Yeah" nodded Jenkins.
My brother chuckled "Wow. I was lookin' for ya."
Jenkins wasn't impressed to say the least. He blinked and narrowed his eyes at my sibling, unaware of my presence.
"Oh yeah?," retorted Jenkins scornfully. "Well no offence but this is a piss poor rescue."
"Hey!," I interrupted. Jenkins finally noted that there was a pissed off fourteen year old glaring at him. "In case you haven't noticed, we are all in the same boat here. If we're gonna get outta this alive and in one piece, some of us have to drop the douche bag attitude. I don't mean my brother, I mean you!"
Jenkins was taken aback by my sharp tongued remark. Sam shot me a warning glance telling me to bite my tongue. He turned to Jenkins.
"Well our brother is out there too, he's lookin' for us."
I can see it now, the old man running around frantic looking for us just like the time when I ran away with Sam when I was five. A missing person poster also comes into mind, I just hope it's a descent photograph. He'll find us. He will. Jenkins thought otherwise.
"So. He's not gonna find us. We're in the middle of nowhere, waiting for them to come back and do God knows what to us!
"What are they?," I gulped nervously. "Have you seen them?"
"What are you talkin' about ?"
"Whatever grabbed us. What did they look like?"
Suddenly the door opened and footsteps approached us.
"See for yourselves " remarked Jenkins.
Sam and I exchanged a curious yet anxious expression before we were confronted with our captors. Hooded figures rattled the cages with metal crowbars. They tossed plates of food at us before locking us back in our metal prison boxes.
"I'll be damned" I whispered.
It was Humans. That's right. Humans.
"There just people" I added with a tone disbelief in my voice.
"Yeah what do you expect?" scoffed Jenkins, his mouth crammed with the scraps the hooded males threw at us.
Gee I dunno maybe a freakin' demon, perhaps a mob of blood thirsty vampires or even a skin walker. Seriously I wanted to kick this Jenkins dude in the family jewels, he was beginning to piss me off. However I had to maintain my manners and as the saying goes, respect your elders. Pfft. This guy wasn't showing me any, to him I was just some brat stuck in the cage next to him. Anyways, Sam could tell I was getting agitated by the whole situation and from that point on I let him do the talking.
"How often do they feed you?" he asked Jenkins.
"Once a day," replied Jenkins. He pointed over to a pillar in which I could make out a box, I'd assume it contained a device that could unlock the doors to our cages. "They use that thing over there to open the cage."
"And that's the only time you see them?"
"So far but I'm waitin'"
"Waitin' for what?"
Jenkins came out with some smart ass joke that I didn't understand. I was slouched in the far corner of my own cage and had began to play with the laces of my sneakers. I hadn't realised the fact that I had outgrown the navy blue t-shirt I was wearing as my navel was exposed. It hugged a little too tightly against my skin too which made it appear somewhat skimpy. Still I was glad that my chest hadn't fully evolved yet so I was spared that embarrassment. My gaze swivelled back to my brother who was yanking at a cable above him, optimistic that it was linked to the automatic lock system. I observed intently through the bars, cheering him on in silence as I did not want to break his focus. He tugged and pulled at the cable with all his might over and over again, the veins in his arms popping due to the stress. Guilt washed over me, I would help him if I could but that option was out the window since we were in separate pens.
Jenkins interrupted "What's your name again?"
My brother replied "It's Sam"
Huh. Fine ignore the kid rotting in the corner with a shrinking t-shirt.
"And I'm Chris" I murmured to myself.
Jenkins sighed "Why don't you give it up Sammy, there's no way out."
Oops. He had just crossed the line with that last comment.
"Don't. Call me. Sammy!"
With the burning Hulk rage inside of him, Sam finally detached the cable from the ceiling with one almighty heave which sent him crashing back onto the floor. I smiled in relief.
"What is it?" quizzed Jenkins.
"It's a bracket" I heard Sam say.
"Oh thank God a bracket! Now we got them" said Jenkins sarcastically.
A buzz filled the shadowed cellar and the door suddenly opened before our very eyes. For a second I was tempted to leap out and dash outside for freedom and fresh air. But something told me otherwise. That was too easy, there had to be a catch. Jenkins hurried over to the opened door and stepped out vigilantly.
Sam was clearly thinking the same as me. It was obvious by his expression.
"I think you should get back in there Jenkins" he warned.
"He's right" I quipped in agreement.
"What!" said Jenkins in outrage.
"This isn't right."
"Do you guys want to get outta here?"
"Yeah but that was too easy."
"Look I'm gonna get outta here. I'm gonna send help okay. Don't worry"
"No. I'm serious. Jenkins this might be a trap!"
Nevertheless Jenkins ignored our warnings of danger and fled, leaving Sam and I alone in the dark. If he runs into trouble it would be the perfect time to say 'I told you so' .
"Shit!" swore Sam.
"What are we gonna do?" I wondered aloud sitting on my bloody knees and pressing my forehead against the steel frame.
The Following Day
Stale bread and a rancid half raw sausage was all I had eaten within the past few hours and I was becoming more and more ravenous as my appetite increased. I would have committed murder for a double cheeseburger. Thick juicy beef with sticky melted cheese on top with a side of salty golden fries. Damn. I reckon I'm gonna die either of exhaustion or starvation by the time I'm sixteen with the life I lead. Jenkins was never seen again since the previous night's great escape and I'm pretty sure I heard screaming in the night belonging to him. Suddenly I heard the door to the barn open with an echoing creek and Sam and I froze as the leader of the Hillbilly Brigade appeared in the dim light. This dude was one fugly bastard, with a tatty red trucker's cap, grey bread and rotting teeth. He stood there for several minutes as if he was admiring us, taking in every little detail.
"You'll be a challenge," he said to my brother, his southern accent heavy. "But that's what makes it fun."
He wheezed a laugh before averting his eyes to me. Smirking he walked over towards my cage. I recoiled in disgust as his fingers reached for me behind my metal prison.
"Well look at you, ain't you the sweetest lil' thing" he leered baring his teeth.
I growled at him menacingly "Fuck you!"
The man's expression changed and he rapped the cage with a heavy metal pole making me jump slightly. He looked ready to jump in beside me and beat me with the thing. My guard dog barked and snarled.
"You lay one finger on her and I swear to God it'll be the last thing you do!" threatened Sam coldly.
Huckleberry Hillbilly laughed again through his withered teeth, the stench of his breathe and body odour powerful and offending my nostrils as he leaned closer to be, defying my brother's warnings. I could feel his dark eyes upon me, making me squirm uneasily as I was aware of him gawping at my developing chest. I didn't back away as that would state that I was afraid of him, which I wasn't.
"You never heard of personal space?," I stated with a playful smirk. "Or are hicks like you that dumb and inbred?"
If I wasn't behind the bars I know for a fact I would have got smacked around the face at that point but thankfully I didn't.
"I just want to see that pretty lil' body of yours covered in blood and guts. But I wouldn't worry bot that darlin' cos you'll be dead."
Right. This dude is seriously screwed in the head and from what I've gathered so far so was his minions. We needed to get out now. The question was how? Time was running out. Another question was where the hell was Dean?
Twenty five minutes Later (I think?)
Hooray! We had a new roomie. It was a female, possibly in her mid or early thirties. There was a certain look about her that led me to believe that she was a cop from town. Fantastic. Another botched rescue. She sat slumped in the corner of Jenkins's old cell, out cold before she started to come around.
"You alright?" Sam asked her.
Surprised and startled the woman focused on us groggily.
"Your Sam and Chris Winchester?," she replied. "Aren't you?"
"Yeah" we responded.
"Your cousin is looking for the two of you."
"Thank God" said Sam revealed at the news.
I shuffled my ass closer to the frame. If she was with Dean, where was he now if she's now stuck with us?
"Where is he?" I enquired curiously, curling my abraded fingers around the rusty bars.
An image of my head conjured up in my head of Dean chained to a door of a squad car. Hell I've been a victim of being locked in a handcuff to a car door, that was when I just started tagging alongside Dad and Dean on hunts after Sam left for Stanford. I was eager to help out but it somehow always resulted me in being left behind in the motel room or locked either in the car or to the car.
"I..uh?" recalled the female. She then groaned. "I cuffed him to my car."
That is scary. How did I know that? On further study I can see why. It was to keep him out of trouble and I know my brother I can tell he with go through two great lengths to get out of it. No wonder I'm disobedient when I'm told to stay behind and not to follow. I mean look who my role model is.
The door leading to our dungeon creaked open once more. I was expecting Huckleberry Hillbilly and company to walk in. I recognised the sound of the footsteps belonging to a pair clunky boots. Holding my breathe in hope and dread to see who was behind the door, as if it was Jason Voorhees. Silly of me to think that when it was only Dean.
"Sam? Chris?"
Hallelujah! I let out a sigh as I was greeted with a familiar face.
"Are you hurt?" he asked us.
"No"
"Damn it's good to see you guys again"
The cop frowned "How did you get out of the cuffs?"
Dean replied "I know a trick or two"
His gaze led him to the automatic lock system and he examined it carefully.
"Oh," he commented. "These locks look like there gonna be a bitch."
Sam then filled Dean in on the automatic lock system and the fact that our captors were in fact human. According to my brother, people are just crazy which I would agree on one hundred percent. Dean also said something about abandoned cars outside which caught the cop's attention. Turns out a ten year old Mustang belonged to her brother who went missing, this only clarified her worst thoughts.
"Let's get you guys outta here and then we'll take care of those bastards" announced Dean.
Brilliant plan but there was one tiny problem. A key was needed and from our current location it was nowhere to be found. Perfect.
"Looks like your gonna have to go on a scavenger hunt" I said.
"I guess so" he responded with a heavy sigh.
"Hey. Be careful alright," I added warily. "Don't let them catch you."
"Don't worry kiddo, I'm Batman" my brother remarked with a wink.
I rolled my eyes and chuckled and with that he was gone again. I prayed that it would be a smooth operation and nothing bad would happened. Then again my whole life consists of bad things happening so I knew not to pray too hard.
Minutes Later
Huckleberry Hillbilly's minion appeared in the dungeon. My cage door opened and he dived in and advanced towards me. I had my guard down as he caught me by surprise. I backed up in the corner and attempted to fight of Bucktooth Bill.
"Don't touch her!" screamed Sam as I threw punches at my attacker.
Bucktooth Bill just gave me a toothy grin and socked me in the jaw which sent me reeling backwards. A blow to the gut sent me on my knees. I wheezed heavily, holding my now bruised stomach.
"Chris!"
"I'm okay. I'm okay" I assured Sam breathlessly.
Suddenly Bucktooth Bill yanked me up by the hair and twisted my arm behind my back. He then frogmarched me out of the cage ignoring the yells of my brother.
I shot Sam a quick glance of reassurance and comfort before I was led away. Little did they realised that the other cages were still open.
It was so good to feel fresh air and moonlight. Hours cooped up in a cage ain't healthy. What was going on? Why was I being led into a rundown dump of a house? I heard a cry of pain and then it hit me. Dean was in trouble. Shit!
"What the hell are you doing to my brother you sick bastards!" I thundered, making my entrance into the house very present.
Huckleberry Hillbilly was armed with a red hot poker in his hands and my eyes fell upon a fierce burn on Dean's collarbone. Ouch! Another one of Huckleberry Hillbilly's cronies was holding Dean's head still to stop him from moving. My brother's eyes widened in fear and outrage on seeing me. He was bound to a chair.
"Bring the lil' one over here boy" commanded Huckleberry Hillbilly.
Bucktooth Bill obeyed and brought me to a chair opposite my brother. Ropes were tied around my scuffed wrists, but in such a haste that Bucktooth Bill didn't tie them tight enough. It dawned on me that they must be a family. A family of freaks if you ask me.
"This is for cussing at me earlier" stated Huckleberry Hillbilly hovering the poker above me.
"Leave her alone!" yelled Dean before Forrest Gump punched him in the face.
I swallowed "Whatcha gonna do with that?"
The poker stopped and without warning pressed against my bloody right knee. A searing white hot sensation shot throughout my body making me scream in agony a the burning metal came into contact with my broken skin.
"Sonofabitch!" I roared, throwing my head back.
They laughed and the poker was placed back in the fire stove. My eyes watered as I bit down on my lip furiously. Jesus Christ that hurt! I grunted to show my brother that I was okay.
"Your gonna pay for that!" growled Dean.
Huckleberry Hillbilly loomed over him "You think this is funny? You brought this down on my family, alright, you wanna play games, we'll play some games."
This didn't sound good. I just hoped he wasn't like Jigsaw.
"Oh God your not gonna make him squeal like a pig are ya?," I groaned in sarcastic disgust. "I've seen Deliverance and that it one disturbing moment."
A slap put me in my place. The father looked at his two sons.
"Look's like we're gonna have a hunt tonight after all boys," he said. He turned back to my brother. "And you get to pick the animal. The boy or the cop."
Then he stroked his greasy fingers across my face and licked his capped lips. "Or how about the kid. Pick one and the lil' one lives. If not, she dies tonight and you have to watch us hunt her down."
Panic flashed in both our eyes. Now what?
"Alright! Alright! Take the guy!" gabbled my brother.
What was going on? My eyes swivelled around the room. My mouth dropped as I could see human bones hung up like wind chimes and even a jar containing various assortments of teeth. Oh my God! These freaks hunted humans and Sam was next!
Huckleberry Hillbilly sent Bucktooth Bill away to get Sam. Crap! This was wrong beyond all reason. It was his next statement that sent us into panic mode.
"Don't let him out though. You shoot him in the cage."
"What!" I yelped.
"I thought you said you were gonna hunt him. That you'd give him a chance!" Dean said in shock.
Huckleberry Hillbilly called back to his son "When your done with the boy, shoot the bitch too."
Ah shit! This was the stickiest situation I've ever been in so far in my short years of hunting. We needed to find a way outta this and fast otherwise we'd be mounted on the wall like a moose head.
Dean's eyes burned with anger and hatred "If you hurt my brother I'll kill you I swear. I'll kill you all. I will kill you all!"
Sensing trouble outside Huckleberry Hillbilly and Forrest Gump disappeared leaving us with a babysitter. A girl around my age wearing a long dress, boots. Her eyes were demented and her hair was just as crazy as her family. She went by the name of Missy. Missy watched us cautiously, a small knife glinting in her hand as she switched between holding it in front of mine and Dean's faces. Yet Missy failed to notice me wriggling free from my restraints. Victory was mine! Nobody dicks with my family. This was war. My time to prove I could defend my family was now.
I got up slowly making sure I could catch Missy by surprise, grimacing at the pain in my right knee. Dean was watching me, amusement in his eyes as I tiptoed behind Missy. Once I was ready to strike I signalled to Dean.
"I wouldn't turn around if I was you" smirked Dean.
A confused Missy pivoted round just in time for my fist to pound into her jaw. Her knife skidded across the floorboards and after a quick glance at each other we launched ourselves at it. She pinned me down on the floor, her bony hands reaching round my throat but she didn't count on my next move. I brought my left knee up and it came into contact with her stomach which gave me the upper hand quickly and I rolled away from her. As she lay winded for several seconds I noticed a closet. I dashed over and unlatched it before returning to Missy. She squealed as I dragged her along the floor by the hair, I punched her again before shoving her into the closet and locking it. I pushed a table in front of it to be on the safe side, I didn't want the little psycho bitch getting out. The knife was still on the floor by the time I done so. I picked it up as I limped my way over to free Dean.
"That's my girl" he said proudly as I cut him free.
"I spar with the best" I returned with a grin.
My knee was killing me and Dean held me up as we made our way outside where we met with Sam who appeared to be unhurt. Before we left the house I found my hooded sweater and amulet that they took from me. Maybe it did give me luck after all, whatever the luck was and I guess it did protect me from harm despite the blistering scald on my knee joint. Rain had began to drizzle down as my brothers and I departed after the cop lady, Kathleen (I finally learned), advised us to move on before the cops and federal agents arrived. Kathleen had killed Huckleberry Hillbilly over the murder of her brother and his two sons would be arrested and put on trial no doubt. Couldn't care less what happened to Missy. Justice had been served. I was lagging behind my brothers as we trekked along the mud on our way back, limping due to my knee injury.
They kept stopping and waited until I caught up with them. The next time they stopped Sam got down on his haunches.
"Hop up kiddo" he smiled softly.
I nodded and climbed onto his back. I rested my chin on the nap of his neck and supported myself my winding my arms tight around him. My amulet clattered and glistened in the moonlight. The amulet itself was to protect me from harm and evil. Little did I know that evil was starting to brew like a storm and my dreams would soon become nightmares.
I might be a while with my next update as I start my final exams this week and I have two holidays (Vacations) right after them. I might have time to write some one shots on my Years of Innocence stories so stay tuned.
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