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Chris's POV

Have you ever woke up next to a rotting, mutilated corpse complete with maggots and flies? That was the first thing I saw and smelt as soon as I woke up. An iron cage surrounded me, the thick bars weary with age and rust. I let out a high pitched scream as I scrambled backwards, away from the dead body.

The corpse stared at me with it's one remaining eyeball, whilst the other had been ripped out of the socket and was decomposing beside the victim's broken hand. It was obvious that the victim's limbs had been broken with some heavy and blunt force as several bones poked through the skin and muscles. A horrible expression of pain was frozen on the victim's bloody face, the jaw bone almost detached from the lower bottom half of the face. The chest cavity had been torn open, allowing the heart and lungs to be stolen through disembowelment.

I wretched in the corner I had fled to. The corpse has been there for a while, that was for certain. As my eyes began to focus, I realized with a sigh of relief that it was not Dean. I scanned about as crawled over to the door of the cage. Where was he? I knew I had to get my head back in the game and try and figure a way out, and a way to find my big brother.

I didn't know how much time I had until Baba Yaga came back. So much for being a Russian folktale.

The last thing I recall was finding myself being dragged inside her small cabin before cracking the side of my head against something. Then everything went dark. I dunno how long I was out. Taking deep breathes, I rose slowly to my feet, my knees shaking. It was dark and the only sources of light came from wax candles, which were on outside the cage that trapped me. Peering out, I realized something. I was small and skinny enough to squeeze through the bars.

Cautiously, I eased myself through the bars and crept towards a candle, which I eventually snatched. Heck, I wasn't sneaking around in a legendary witch's cabin in the dark, I'd be stupid otherwise.

Like a stealthy cat, I slipped between the shadows as I traveled towards the upper level of Baba Yaga's cabin. I then found myself in the main room of the hag's lair. Crawling under a large wooden table, I could hear the witch's croaks. I blew out the candle in my hand as I watched Baba Yaga lean towards something tied up against another iron cage. The crackling fire nearby illuminated the room and the identity of the witch's next victim became recognizable. I let out a small almost silent gasp as I studied the bloodied figure, a gold amulet dangled from their neck.

"Dean!" I uttered.

My heart was beating a mile a minute, beating so fast I could hardly catch my breathe. I closes my eyes and breathed deeply, trying to settle myself. Keep your head in the game Chris, time to start acting like a real hunter I told myself, watching the hag draw bloody lines on my big brother's chest with a knife.

"She screamed and screamed," said Baba Yaga, her tone riddled with sadistic pleasure. "Quite the fighter that little one, but no match for Baba Yaga."

My eyes widened in shock. My brother thought I was dead, brainwashed by the witch's lies. The witch was cunning, and truthfully I wasn't sure what powers she had. I couldn't go in blindly if I was gonna to save my big brother. I needed to tread lightly. Under the table, enveloped by the darkness, I continued to hear the witch tell lie after lie to Dean about how I was dead, and what the witch had done to me. Apparently my bones had been shattered by the blunt end of her axe before my limbs had been severed from my body. My guts had been yanked out one by one and devoured. While these details would have frightened most kids my age, this only infuriated me, giving me the motivation to take down this old bitch!

Come on stay strong big brother, I'm fine, you know I'm fine. Blood seeped from the wounds in his chest. I winced as I could almost sense his pain. I had to get the witch away from him. Thinking quickly, I glanced down at the candle in my grip, to which I tossed it away like a bowling ball. Baba Yaga detected the sudden movement and sound as she whipped her head around.

The candle rolled out of the room and down the stairs leading to the cellar. Baba Yaga paused, and hobbled over towards the table I was hiding under. She placed down the knife and went to retrieve the runaway candle. When she vanished out of sight, I made my move and grabbed the knife once I scuttled out from under the table.

With a lump in my throat, I rushed over to my big brother. Gazing up at him, I placed my free hand on his bleeding chest, blood soaking his t-shirt.

"Dean?" I whispered, nudging him slightly.

He was weak but still alive, which was the main thing. The wounds were only minor apart from the obvious stab wound in his right thigh. Poor guy had not long since recovered from getting stabbed in the side. Acting fast, I freed his hands from the rope that bound him to the cage wall, followed by his ankles. Due to blood loss and exhaustion, he was finding it hard to determine if what was in front of him was real. After all according to the words of Baba Yaga, I was dead. He blinked at me, his focus returning slowly.

"Chrissie?" he uttered. "I-I-I thought."

He shook his head, his knees buckled. Dropping the knife I went to aid him, helping him onto his feet again. I gave him a small smile, in an attempt to put him at ease. I'm an incurable virus, you can't get rid of me that easily. He knew, he just knew in his heart of hearts that I wasn't dead. Realization kicked in and I found myself getting pulled into a bone crushing hug, getting hoisted off the ground in the process. Our reunion was short lived as the witch made her presence known and felt once again. Typical. I dropped to the ground as my brother released his vice like grip.

"You!" came the rasping voice of Baba Yaga as she glided towards my brother and I, the wind outside howled.

Dean tried to protect me but the witch tossed him away with a flick of her boney wrist, causing him to crash against the table I had hidden underneath. Baba Yaga cursed at me in Russian as she made her way towards me. She made a mistake at walking in front of the roaring fire. The trick I was about to pull can be seen in the classic children's fairytale, Hansel and Gretel. For a powerful witch, she was no match for the speed and stamina possessed by youth.

Once I got my timing right, I charged at Baba Yaga, squawking a battle cry as I did. My body surged forward and I violently shoved the old witch into the fire.

Baba Yaga let out a blood curdling scream as she thrashed about in the flames. My brother then appeared at my side and grabbed hold of my wrist, tugging me towards the exit as we began to run. Suddenly the cabin began to wail alongside that of the burning witch. Black smoke began to fill the air, making visibility hard.

Next, came the sound of the cabin door slamming shut. I reached out of contact through the smoke, nearly blind. My brother was yelling my name. What was he doing that for? I was right beside him. Wait. I felt around. He wasn't there, he was outside and I was stuck inside. Ah crap! I was trapped in a burning cabin.

Coughing, I thumped on the door in an attempt to break out. My lungs filled with smoke as I screamed for my brother. Flames spreading all around me, looming closer and closer. My arms felt incredibly numb, and tingly. My chest felt like the weight of the world is on it, literally. It was getting harder and harder to breathe, and as the coughing spasms racked my small frame, precious oxygen was being stolen away from me. Eventually I gave into the pain in my chest and arms. I then collapsed to the ground, hitting the floorboards with a thud.

I wheezed and coughed as more air was expelled from my polluted lungs. Huddled onto my side, I could hear my brother yell my name, the door that separated us trembled as a force tried to break it down. White dots obscured my vision as I began to drift away. Then it went dark.

*ducks from rotten vegetables and fruit*

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