Are We Meant to Be?

Chapter 3

~Miranda's POV~
I walked back to my rusty old car after I had texted Sam once he left. I got in, put it in gear, and drove home. Driving home was always a creepy experience. I lived on the edge of town. It wasn't the best part of town to begin with, and it was a very high crime area. I lived in a rundown apartment complex- the very apartment complex where all the people were taken and killed. I walked up the crumbling cement stairs to my apartment. I put my key in the sticky lock and opened the door. It was weird. I knew I left the small lamp next to the couch on when I left in the morning so that when I came home I would be able to see. The lamp was off and it was pitch black.

I blindly walked to the table where the lamp was sitting since I could only afford a flip phone so my phone didn't have a flashlight. I clicked the lamp on. I heard a footstep behind me. As soon as I turned around to face the person, I felt a sharp pain to my head, and everything went black.

I woke up tied to a chair in a dark room. I attempted to free my hands, but had no luck, and my legs were tied so tightly to the chair that it almost felt like the circulation was cut off. Suddenly, a man walked up to me with a knife in his hand.

"Hey there princess." Said the man. He was average height with spiked up hair. He looked to be in his early 30s but it was impossible to tell in the dark room.

"Let me go!" I shouted at him.

"No. You're my pretty little bait"

"For who?" I asked. I knew it was risky to talk to my kidnapper, but I needed to know all the information I could get in case I got out.

"The Winchesters. I'm gonna trap them so I can get my revenge. You're just helping me out."

"Who the heck are they?" I asked. I didn't know anyone by that name.

"Don't try to play dumb. I saw you talking to them both at the bar."

"I never knew their last names. They are just a couple of guys."

"They are more than just a couple of guys. They are hunters. They are after me. They want to kill me, and when they get here, I will kill them before they get the chance."

"What makes you think they are gonna come? They hardly know me."

"Trust me sweetheart. They'll come. For now, we're gonna have a little fun." He taunted. He made a quick slash at my chest with his knife. I had a long and bleeding gash that I would need stitches for.

"Stop! Please!" I begged as he sliced into me. None of them were enough to kill me, but as he continued, the pain increased and I wish they had. He continued. Every time I would try to get him to stop, he would punch me. I stopped talking. Every slash sent another shockwave of pain through my body. I truthfully just wanted to die. I screamed and thrashed and clenched my fists. After what I gathered to be an hour or two, he stopped.

"That's enough for today. We'll have some more fun tomorrow." He teased before walking out the door that I could barely make out in the dark. I was sitting there thinking that it was hopeless of me getting out of there. Then I remembered... I had my phone in my back pocket. A normal person would think to call 911, but for some reason, all I could think about was Sam. I had him in my phone on speed dial in case I really needed someone to talk to. I managed to get my phone into my hand and hold down the number 1.

~Sam's POV~

"Miranda?" I asked as I answered my phone. "Why are you calling me at 3 in the morning?"

"Help me! Please. Just help me!" She shouted into the phone.

"What's wrong? Talk to me." I frantically responded.

"The guy who's been killing everyone. He has me. I'm cut up really bad." She said, the tears in her eyes communicated through the phone.

"Where are you?"

"I don't know. It's dark, probably a basement. Can't you track my phone?"

"I can try to track it. Is he around anywhere? Is it safe for you to talk to me?"

"He said he'll be back tomorrow."

"It's loading. I'm trying ok? I promise you I'm trying."

"Ok. Please hurry. I don't know that I can live through the torture tomorrow."

"Ok. Ok. I found a general location based on your phone. I can't track it to an exact location. There's only a couple buildings around there. Dean and I are coming. We will find you."

"Please hurry."

"We are leaving now. Hold on. Don't hang up."
We continued talking on our way. I was trying to keep her calm while we drove there. Suddenly, she was no longer there. "Miranda? Miranda?!"

~Miranda's POV~

Shoot. My phone battery died. I put it back into my pocket. All I could do was wait. The hours drug on. I was falling asleep constantly. Probably partly from being tired and partly going unconscious from the waves of pain. I was losing hope. It must have become morning because the man returned.

"Time for more fun." He said way too enthusiastically.

"Please. Don't. You want to kill the Winchesters, so why don't you just wait for them. What's the point in torturing me?"

"If I torture you, then they'll be too distracted with you to fight. I can kill them so much easier when you're a distraction to them."

"I'm telling you. They aren't gonna care."

"I happen to know they are on their way right now." He said before getting back to the torture. Once I heard him say they were on their way, I started to realize what a horrible mistake calling him might have been. I put them in danger. I could have called the cops. Although, I guess Sam and Dean are FBI agents so they would probably bring cops as backup. I was running these thoughts through my head when a huge wave of pain brought me back. He had just cut me in the face. Blood was dripping into my eye. I was slipping out of consciousness when I heard a loud cracking sound.

The room became lit, and I saw 2 silhouettes of people standing at the door. Everything was fading from view so fast that I couldn't tell who they were. All I could do was hope it was Sam and Dean before I went unconscious again.