AN: This was a pretty hard chapter to write, sorry for any bad quality stuff. But try to enjoy it:)
My eyes stayed fixated on the mysterious happenings outside while my feet took wary steps back towards the kitchen. As I felt the kitchen counter collide with my back, I remembered what was underneath the drawer, the gun. What good would a gun be against smoke? I had no idea, but it must have felt slightly more relaxing to have a gun in your hand just in case. I opened the drawer and anxiously turned around to face it, crouching and looking up to the underneath of it where the gun was taped to it loosely. I ripped the tape off and the gun dropped into my other hand. Before I had any chance to try and handle it properly, I turned back to the window to see nothing but the black smoke smothering the window as if it was trying to break into the safe house. The walls shook as if they were going to cave in at any given moment and the ground felt as if it would crumble beneath my feet right there and then. My instinct told me to run, just find anywhere I could hide from whatever this was, I looked around in panic until I saw the bathroom door. I didn't think twice before darting towards it and locking myself in there.
I sat on the floor with my back against the shaking door, with my legs stretched out and my feet pushing against the closest stable thing, the bottom of the sink. As I pushed with all of my might to keep the door shut, the rocking of the safe house grew more ferocious with every moment. I could hear thudding of the furniture in the main room moving around with all of the shaking, I could swear we were having an earthquake. Bottles of shampoo rattled around on the shelf before falling to the ground and rolling around on the floor. Looking up to see the lights flicker frantically before going out, I wanted to let out the most blood curdling scream but then realised, there was no point; not a single soul would be able to hear me through all of the ruckus. Instead, I made sure the gun was gripped tightly in my palm while pushing ever so much more forcefully against the base of the sink with my eyes shut tight, awaiting what unpredictable events happened next.
What felt like hours passed, but it must have only been minutes, the fierce quaking of the safe house came to a halt. Silence replaced the banging and thudding coming from the main room, with only my quick heavy breaths to be heard and the odd roll of a shampoo bottle. I stood up and turned to the door I had been pushing against, as if it would fly off his hinges at any given point-but nothing.
After some time of simply waiting for what seemed to be nothing, I checked my watch to see it was by now the later hours of the night. My stomach grumbled as I remembered the chocolate bar I had left in the main room, even the sandwich in the fridge seemed rather appetizing at this point. Interrupting the unpleasant growls of my stomach, a faint noise sounded through the door, coming from the other side of it. I sounded like a humming, or a buzzing. I took a few steps closer to realise it must have been my phone, and it must have been Dean ringing. The relief of feeling as if somebody was there to talk to made me act without even thinking. I grabbed for the handle and swung it open ready to run towards the direction of the sound.
When I opened the door, the room was an utter mess. The window had broken and shards of glass were shattered all over the floor. The TV had been knocked over on to its side along with the coffee table and the couch. The drawers were all open and the few spoons and forks had fallen out of them, scattering across the wooden floorboards which seemed to be even more jagged than they were before. Without even remotely checking if there was any sign of any immediate danger, I darted over to the lit up phone which lay on the floor over by the front door.
To my terror, the thick black smoke was still there and hovered over the phone. For an extremely short millisecond, I froze, my entire body scared stiff. The smoke flung at me, the force knocking me to the ground as it seemed to be entering my mouth as I let out that blood curdling yelp of fear I had been holding in. It carried on flowing through my mouth, down my throat and inside my body until it was all in. I felt the presence of something unfamiliar inside me, as if it was attempting to empower and manipulate my body. I tried to cough, to choke it back up and get it out of me, but I couldn't it was as if I wasn't in control of my actions once again, but this time, it most certainly wasn't me stopping myself, it was something else, and I most definitely couldn't stop it.
My body relaxed while I tried to break what seemed to be a barrier, a barrier somebody else had built around my soul and I was trapped inside it. I saw my arms stretch out and my fingers flex as I stood up unwillingly. This black smoke was controlling my body and I had no way of stopping it, or even getting it out, well no way that I knew of.
Was this something Sam and Dean hunted? Did they encounter these quite regularly? Could they help me?
My hand picked up the vibrating phone and held it to my ear, answering it, "Hello?" I heard my voice say. "Dean? Is that you?"
"Yeah, look, we've just finished here and we're on our way back, is everything okay?"
"Yeah everything's fine." Everything was most certainly not fine! I couldn't control myself; something else was inside me and making me move. "Listen, could you hurry up though? I'm actually feeling a bit sick." What? No I wasn't! There was one thing I knew for sure, and that was that this thing inside of me was in no way good.
"Sure, we'll be there in about an hour." That was too long to wait for them to get here and help me. I was going to be stuck with this filthy evil thing inside of me for a whole hour! I panicked, if I could control my body, I would be pacing up and down, fidgeting with my shoulders tightened up, but my body stayed relaxed, my head turned to look at the phone as my arm held it out and pressed the button to end the call. It released the phone and dropped it to the floor while walking over to a marking painted on the wall, just like the ones I remembered were painted on the outside.
I heard my voice being used once again, "You should probably tell Sam and Dean to get these demonic symbols right." It was talking to me as I felt my lips form into a devilish grin. "Or, I could just tell them for you?" It was when I heard that, that I realised what was happening. I was been possessed by a demon. Great.
AN: Sorry again, but please review, I'd love to know what you thought of this chapter in particular, and any critique is welcome. Thank you again:)