Marked (Supernatural) [Rogue Trilogy] {2}

1. Alex Franco and Avery

1. Alex Franco and Avery

Darkness. That's all I feel enclosing around me. It's all I see.

I'm dead, right? Death is just an abyss of black, right?

I test my body. I've got all of it intact. I do little wiggles. I feel a fabric on top of me, but it's not covering my entire body. It's almost like I've got a bedsheet on, like I'm tucked into bed or something. I know I'm not wearing clothes.

When I try to move my limbs, they bump into hard, cold metal. I frown, testing my area. My head is pounding fiercely, like someone is living inside and stomping their feet. I wince with every sharp throb that I feel up there.

Okay, okay. Breathe. Breathe. Figure out where you are. Start there. I keep bumping my limbs against the cold metal, and I figure out that I'm stuck in a cold metal box. Cold metal box? I start to panic, wiggle more now, out of fear than curiosity. Where am I? I need to get out of here. I don't belong here.

Right now, I don't know where I belong. I don't know a lot of things. I'm missing a lot of information, as though someone went into my head and dumped all of the files out, shredding the papers. My head isn't clear enough to try and piece together details, in it's a fog of fear of the unknown.

I start banging obnoxiously against my dark cage, feeling frantic tears down my cheeks.

"Someone help!" I cry. "Someone! Please! Anybody!" I jerk my head up, accidentally hitting my forehead on the cold metal. The back of my head drops onto the cold table I'm lying on, giving me a double dose of hurt. "Ouch."

I curl my hands into fists, punching the walls, hoping I get Hulk strength and bust out. I don't like this. I don't like being trapped. I don't like not knowing. I want answers.

"Someone!" I try again, louder. The panic isn't hidden in my tone. "Someone get me out of here!"

I cry out, seeing images flash in my head. Cries of agony, most that aren't my own. Nothing but red. Hot temperature. Rattling chains. I'm shaking now, because of what my brain is showing me. Are these clues? They're scary as hell, if they're anything.

I gasp, closing my eyes as a bright light suddenly covers me. The table and I are pulled out from the box, and now that my arms are free to move, I use them to cover my eyes.

"Hey, hey," says a rather deep voice. I fight the pull to get my arms off of my eyes. "Easy, easy. Come on, you're okay. You can trust me."

"Let me go!" I say, moving my arms wildly so these unfamiliar hands don't touch me. I squint, adjusting to the rather bright lights hanging above my head. The shadow helps ease the light on my eyes, but I'm still wary of him. I know it's a him just by the outline.

I slowly sit up and keep the sheet around my torso, because I'm fully aware I'm naked under this. I see dark hair pooling down past my breasts. Do I have dark hair? But that doesn't seem right. I wince as another image comes to my head: blonde hair. I'm a blonde.

So why do I have dark hair? Did I dye it?

As I open my eyes more, I see there are small doors in front of me. I look upwards and side to side to see there are a lot of them. My heart quickens.

Slowly, I slide my legs off the cold table, letting them dangle. I look at the floor, at how depressing the room really is. But...no...this...