"Aren't we all Damaged?"
Being a Hybrid has its perks, but it also has its disadvantages. Abigael had been on both ends of those sticks, she's been on them for a while. But there was a fraction in the Demon world that would want her dead and another...
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My vision went dark, and as if I was in a pitch black room. Suddenly, a spotlight shone on me. I noticed I felt different. My eyes noticed that a full-length mirror was in front of me, and my reflection shone. I was wearing a floor-length red lace gown. It fitted my figure to a 'T', and even had a few inches draping across the floor. The mirror began to fizz, like the static the Trickster used. It displayed an advert that starred Dean and Sam. Sam throws a basketball into a hoop, and then turns to face the camera.
"Seriously?" He didn't seem thrilled about what was going to happen.
"Hey, you're the one who said play our roles," Dean jogged up to the side of him. "So, uh," he pointed directly to the camera, before patting his brother's shoulder, and returned to the game.
"I've got genital herpes," he spoke the words slowly as if he was halting them back, finding it embarrassing to say. I couldn't help but crack a laugh, finding this hilarious.
"I knew you would laugh," the trickster's voice echoed from behind. The mirror switched off the show and replaced it with our reflections in an instant. I spun on my heels to be met face to face with him. He was wearing a tux, which fitted him well. "May I say you look ravishing," he pulled his hand free from his back, freeing a single rose, offering it to me.
"Why am I here instead of with them?" I questioned, grabbing the rose from his hand as he stood straight. "Why am I here at all? And don't give me a shit response," I was firm with him but he just seemed to like it.
"You're here for the entertainment value," he smirks, but I squinted my eyes at him knowing I didn't want to hear that. "Believe it or not you have a connection with those two idiots. One deeper than you can see. But you feel it at times," I remained silent, not wanting to speak because he was right. At times I felt drawn to them, like when they needed me the most. But it was also another feeling that I couldn't put a finger on. "The Dark Witch of Salem, is a title that you didn't ask for. But one that was given to you. Humanity, choose your path from the start. The darkness only grew when your Mother died," as the words spilled from his mouth my eyes widened, he knew everything that I never told anyone. Not even Dean and Sam.
"Ho-How do you know that?" I stumbled the words out.
"I know more than you know," he said with a sadness in his tone. "Dean and Sam will have the same outcome. They discard you as a Monster, and will never fully trust you. Humans who don't truly understand you," with the words spoken, music began to play out through the darkness. As if we're going to be in a musical.
"Look at how they crawl around upon the ground, like little ants," the trickster sang, as he indicated with his fingers a small ant.
"Yes, but how they fascinate. Confusing fate," I surprisingly sang, as if we were having a conversation but through the musical words of a song. "With what is merely chance," I longed out the last word of my part, my voice soaring through the darkness of wherever we are.
