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Sam continued down the corridor, blindfolded. He wanted to lash out at the man behind him, guiding him along. Though, that wouldn't be very smart, on the account that he had a gun and Sam did not.
So Sam was willingly brought to a room, what he supposed was definitely uncanny and sadistic. His arms were tied behind his back and tape was applied to his mouth. He was pushed down into a chair and the blindfold was removed, the tape then ripped off his mouth. As predicted the room was definitely uncanny, and probably used in a sadistic manner. The gray walls were splotched with dry blood, as was the floor. As he looked up, he even saw blood on the ceiling. He couldn't fathom how it had gotten up there.
He was seated at a white table as a man sat down in the chair across from him. He obviously didn't feel the need to cover his face because he wore the cap to his forehead. Maybe he forgot he wasn't supposed to show his face. Sam couldn't help but smile as he thought of the amateurs that ran this place. How could he have been caught by this freak?
"Is there a problem, Winchester?" Sam sat stiff. How had he known his name? His real name? He stopped smiling and gave the man, who he himself was now smiling, a hard glare. There's was something just wrong about this guy.
And not because his walls were covered in blood, he was showing his face, and he wanted a $200,000 ransom.
Sam sneered at the man without concern, attempting an heir of indifference. "What the hell do you want?"
He watched as the man's smirk grew larger. "I want a lot of things. You see, I'm a man with needs."
Sam rolled his eyes. "What a faggot" he muttered under his breath. The man didn't seem to appreciate this, seeing as he stood up and punching him from across the table. He hit Sam in the gut, knocking the breath out of him. He staggered in his seat, swaying violently. Sam felt bile crawl up his throat. He swallowed hard, fruitlessly attempting to get rid of the horrible taste.
Damn. That hurt like hell.
Sam gave the man his best glare. He was already sitting down again with his elbows resting on the table, his hands clasped together.
"Have you learned your lesson or shall we go for Round 2?" Sam sat silently, not daring to see a word yet not willing to back down. He continued staring the man down as he began to stand up again. He reared back and punched Sam with all his might, followed by several, quicker punches.
Sam gasped from the pain, feeling the sudden urge to kill himself. This guy was strong. Maybe too strong. Sam began wondering if this man really was human. His strength was stupendous, and even with those two fierce punches, he was hardly breathing loud. He was either in really good shape or there was something up.
Sam voted the latter.
"It would be in your best interest that you response when I speak to you."
Sam heaved a sigh. Here he was, hands tied behind his back, completely vulnerable, and he was dealing with some supernatural entity. What made this even worse was that Dean was no where in sight. His heart ached. The ransom would never be met, and Dean and John would never find him. He was so screwed. The now known supernatural creature stared him down, waiting for a response.
Or, that was the theory. There was no concrete proof he wasn't human. But the possibilities of him being human were slim to none. The cold, dark eyes seemed feverish, decayed with time, his eyes decades older than his body.
The man walked over to Sam, who was too lost in thought to notice. He bent down to look him threateningly in the eyes. Sam seemed to soar when he finally saw the movement in his peripheral vision. The man didn't falter, staying his ground as Sam seemed to squirm from the attention. The man brought his hand up to Sam's face, softly caressing his cheek. Sam flinched noticeably, then stiffened, as immobile as a statue.
"Dean's not coming for you." Sam hissed vehemently. He wasn't going to fall for that shit. For him to just give in because he is made to believe nobody cares for him. Hell no. He's seen that way too many times in movies, even real life. Dean cared about him, and he was coming for him.
The only probably was, would he come too late?
"You're a fucking liar."
The man got noticeably angrier. The caresses rapidly developed into clawings, turning his cheek red from the force which was the man's nails. The pressure increased as he began breaking Sam's skin, causing him to let out a grunt. He attempted to lean his head to the right, away from the contact, but was yanked back by the man's other hand.
"Nobody, I mean nobody, calls me a liar and gets away with it." Sam turned his gaze to the man. If it were possible the man seemed impossibly fiercer. His eyes were blacker than midnight, older than before, scaring the shit out of Sam. Okay, this piece of shit was not human.
The man gave a devious smile as he pulled Sam to his feet suddenly. He led him out of the room, and took him into another, larger room, not bothering to put the blindfold back on.
Sam had to make an effort, a big one at that, to hold back his sudden panic. It was an experimental room; hearts, fingers, intestines, and unknown bodily fluids were lined up tidily on a shelf. The shelf covered the whole left wall, and there was not one space that was not already filled. Sam shivered spastically as his heart beat drastically faster.
"Why am I here?" Sam gulped, his words barely coming out as no more than a whisper.
He watched as the man stepped up, looking at his work. His face shone brightly. He obviously felt it was a job well done.
"This is what I do for a living. I test on human bodies, trying to find out what makes them tick" He sighed. The man looked back to Sam, yet another malicious look on his face. "Then again, I don't test ordinary humans, that's much too boring. Some seem to stand out more than others. Like you, for instance. I could see your powerful aura a mile away. It was…breathtaking."
The man turned toward Sam fully. Sam broke into sweat. What was he talking about? There was nothing different about him? If anything he was below normal, worse than a typical human. He was dirt; worth maybe a nickel, but no more. He felt tears sting his eyes as everything crashed down on him. Here he was, completely alone, with this psycho who wanted to rip him open and took a look around, see if there was anything special about him.
He had never felt so alone in his life. He would give anything for Dean to come through that door, and rip this thing to pieces. It was pretty obvious now he was supernatural; humans never have and never will be capable of sensing one's aura. They're too stupid. Not only that, humans just don't do that.
Sam stiffened as the man began walking toward him, holding a large syringe in his hand. "Don't worry boy, this won't hurt a bit."
Sam watched as the man came toward him with the needle. It seemed much too thick for an ordinary shot. Sam tensed as the man appeared right in front of him, preparing himself.
Sam swirled around as the man shot down the syringe, allowing it to hit the rope that kept his hands tied together. Finally freed from the burden, he ran for the door as fast as his legs could carry him.
This was definitely not the way he wanted to go out.
Sam did not here the man stir from behind him, but he could have sworn he heard him utter the words "It makes no difference. You're mine now."
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Still not as long as I won't but hey, what can you do...sorry about no John or Dean...now that I have 3 stories up it may take a little longer for me to update but don't worry, I have not forgotten about any of my stories!!! Also, since Christmas is coming up I have to get ready for that...gotta buy presents -.-
ANYWWAAYYYYY, i hope u enjoyed this chapter!!!!
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MERRYYY CHRISTMAS TO YOU ALLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (OR HANUKKAH =)
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