Chapter 4:Where Are You?
Patience's POV
"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" I screamed, the agony weighing on me. Alistair took that damn burning ore out of my shoulder and I hung my head, feeling weak. My breathing was shaky, and I could barely hold my head up. This wasn't going like I'd hoped. I didn't know what else to say to get him to stop.
"It's only a matter of time, why don't you just beg me to kill you so I don't have to waste any more time?" he asked me, annoyed. I chuckled.
"It's gonna take more than that to make me wanna die. Much more." I spat, still breathing heavy. I could taste the blood in the back of my throat. He walked up to me, no more amusement in his eyes, just anger and annoyance at my not giving up. He'd cut me every uncovered place on my body except my face; he was saving that for last, that and my throat. I could still execute my plan, and a part of me wondered why I hadn't done it yet. "I have to catch him with his guard down." I told myself. I went over the plan in my head: I would grab the ore with my legs when he came at me with it, and shove him back hard enough to knock him over. Then I would take the ore and put it through the chain links, the torched part breaking the chain, therefore, setting me free to use my hands. Then all I had to do was fight off Alistair until Dean got there. If I wanted to do, I'd better do it fast. I'm already running low on energy as it is. He stuck the ore back in the fire and I could smell the burning iron. He grabbed the knife and came over to me, pretending to cut me again. He ran the face of the blade along my chest til it came to the point at the end. He stood the blade up straight and I could see all the bruises on my face from all the times he'd hit me. When he knew I wouldn't see it coming, he kneed me in the gut. I keeled over as far as I could and spat out blood onto the floor that was already a pool of my blood. I couldn't breathe for a minute or two and went dizzy. I could tell he was also stalling for Dean's arrival. He wanted Dean to watch him kill me.
"So tough, and yet your blood is flooding the place." he laughed. I smirked a bloody smirk at him. I could feel my eye swelling shut, and my lip was also swollen. Just wait til Dean and I get our hands on you, you son of a bitch! I thought.
"Dean's coming for you, you know that, don't you?" he asked me smiling that cold grin. I didn't let him see the fear in my eyes. I spat blood in his face when he got close and the bastard slapped me again.
"I'm surprised you've held on this long." he said, sighing. I smirked at him again.
"I told you, it'll take more than this to kill me, more than you can imagine." I spat at him again.
"Like...the death of your precious Dean Winchester?" he asked me laughing a sinister laugh. I couldn't hold my anger in for that jab.
"I swear to you, you touch him, I will rip your damn lungs out, you bastard!" I hissed at him, struggling against the chains. The struggle was turning my hands blue. He laughed again, which fumed me. I was gonna rip him to pieces when I got out of this! "You stay away from him and deal with me! That is why you kidnapped me, isn't it? So that you could torture me enough to where I'd end up begging you to kill me, or so you thought." I said smiling my own evil grin. "It's never going to happen!" I yelled. I struggled against the chains again, still not doing any good. He walked up to me with the knife again, and this time cut me across my chest in a straight line. I held in the scream, and my breathing grew heavier. I shook my head, my eyes half closed. I'm not sure how much longer I could go on. Now was the perfect time to execute my plan. Hopefully this goes the way I pray it does, or I'm done for, I thought. He came at me with the iron ore and I swung my feet up and caught the end of it. I pushed it back and it hit him in the mouth. He staggered back, hit the table and fell over. He lay there a couple minutes, dazed enough for me to break the chain with the ore and land on my feet. Everything hurt, but I had to focus. I pushed the pain aside and grabbed the non-burnt side of the ore. Alistair was on the ground panting. I hit him with the ore across the head and then I went under and hit him in the gut.
"Guess you're the one spitting blood now, you bastard!" I yelled as I threw the ore behind him so he couldn't see it much less grab it. I panted and bent over, putting my hands on my knees, but never taking my eyes off this damn demon. When he stood up after a few more minutes on the ground, I stood in a fighting stanza. He threw the first punch but it didn't connect. But the one I threw to his gut did. He doubled over in pain, spitting blood again. I was okay so far. I just had to hold on til Dean got here and I'd be fine. The problem was, I wasn't sure how close to death I really was. If I let my guard down enough, it could be over for me. I shook my head to clear the thought, I just had to keep fighting. Dean's coming, I knew that, I just had to hold Alistair off til then. Good thing this building has more than one room, I thought as I ran into the furthest one I could find. A good hiding spot for a few minutes so I can learn to breathe. I couldn't tend to all my wounds til I was out of here. I examined my body myself. Nothing was broken, no arms or legs or anything. Internal injuries I wasn't sure about. My breathing grew easier and calmer. My God, everything hurts! I got back to my current situation. Okay, I wasn't sure what was going on in the big room where I left Alistair. Did he get up? Was he looking for me? I couldn't leave this building; I had no idea where I was. Hopefully Dean figures it out soon. He's only got eleven hours left. But I don't think Ali will be killing anyone any time soon. I looked over the crate I'd hidden behind, but didn't see any sign of Alistair. Should I move, or stay? Since I couldn't leave the building, I guess I should stay. At least here, he doesn't know where I am. But if Dean shows up and I'm not out there, he'll either think he's too late, or that he has the wrong place.
I stood up slowly from behind the crate and walked slowly and quietly out of the room back into the torture room. Oh, Thank God, Alistair's still knocked out on the floor. How about we give him a taste of his own medicine? I asked myself. I grabbed Alistair by the hands and dragged him over to the place where I was. I hoisted him up and improvised with the broken chains. I just twisted the chains nice and tight and hooked the broken link onto one of the unbroken ones. It was purely unbreakable I was sure of that. Good thing I always come prepared, I thought pulling a cross on a necklace out of the back of my pants. Never fails. I chanted the ritual that activates the cross and dropped into a jug I found and filled it with water from a faucet. Holy water made from scratch! I grabbed the knife from the table and dipped it in the water. This should be fun! I thought an evil grin spreading across my face.