Mask- a Supernatural fanfiction

Chapter 8: Opening Pandora's Box

                
I knew what this video was the moment I saw his mask and heard his voice. It was my 23rd birthday. Since then, I've been petrified of all types of clowns- a fear I shared with Sam, but for a different reason. He never showed his face to me, so every clown I saw was him. For every clown I saw, all I thought was that he had come back for me to finish the job.

            Everyone at the table had turned their eyes to me. I didn't move my eyes from the screen, and I knew they were watching my reaction, but I didn't move. I knew how this video was going to end, and something deep inside of me told me to watch it. Dean had tensed up next to me, and I knew then he was going to want to stop the video, but I just had to watch it. Maybe it could tell me something. Maybe he would show his face involuntarily to the camera. Maybe he would tell me why he picked me. So I didn't move my eyes from the screen because I was afraid I would miss something important. He was after me now, and it was time to find an advantage point.

            Dean started, "Okay, that's enough of-" putting his hand on the top of the computer to close it but I quickly put my hand on his to stop him.

            "No, I need to see this," I told him while not moving my eyes from the screen. I could feel him disagreeing with me, but after a few seconds he moved away. I turned all of my focus back to the screen, back to those memories that I had been running from. It was time to face them.

            I looked at the clown mask and opened my mouth. "What do you want from me?" I could barely talk.

            "Oh sweetie," the clown sneered, "I want you." He put his hand on my cheek and I had flinched from the action. He tucked my hair behind my ear so you could see my face. I was bruised and bloodied.

            "I'll do whatever you want, just please, let my family go..." I pleaded as a tear rolled down my cheek. The clown shook his head and let out an eerie chuckle.

            "Oh, tsk, tsk, I can't do that baby girl. Because they got in the way of us," he pointed to both of us, "And the jury has decided the verdict." His voice got low and dangerous. As he rose from his position, my face fell and I knew he was going to do something that people had nightmares about. The man who held me restrained me again and brought me to my feet. I struggled as my realization of what the clown was going to do slapped me in the face. I wanted to scream, kick, and fight, but I was frozen in my tracks. My mouth hung open and my eyes were wide.

            He walked to the wagon and in his hand he picked up a machete. He observed the blade and touched it with his fingers. He made his way over to my family members- my mother, father, and brother were now recognizable- and stood behind my father. I struggled as I realized what he was going to do. He touched the blade to my father's neck and walked around his chair. He bent down to his level as he took the cloth out of his mouth and pointed the large knife to my father's chest.

            "The sentence is death," he whispered as the knife plunged into his chest. I watched in horror as my father opened his mouth in pain. The clown took the knife out of his chest and used it to cut the ropes tying him to the chair in a swift movement. He fell to the floor with a thud and that's when I managed to find my voice.

            "DAD!" I yelled as I tried to get out of the man's grasp, but he only held me tighter. I fought his hold, but he didn't budge.

            The clown made his way to my mother and took out her cloth from her mouth. She was crying and her breathing was fast. You could tell by the look on her face that she knew was coming.

            "You're a monster..." she spat at him, despite knowing her future.

            "You have no idea." And with that, the knife dug into her stomach. I screamed, "NOOO!" as my mother fell to the floor. Somehow, I got out of the man's hold and rushed over to my mother. She was barely alive and bleeding bad. I held her in my arms with my hand to her wound, but it did no good. She was dying and I couldn't do anything about it.

            "Mommy," I cried as tears rushed out of my eyes. She held her hand to my face and smiled a small smile.

            "I love you," she sputtered out as I saw the light slowly drain from her eyes.

            "Please... don't leave," I pleaded.

            "I'll always be with you," she smiled as she faded away. Her hand fell from my face and like that, she was gone.

            "MOM!" I yelled after her as I shook her dead body, hoping somehow it will bring her back. But, it didn't work. "Mom," I whispered as I held her closer. Thunder crashed outside and the lightning lit up the room. Suddenly, I was pulled away from my mother. My parents were gone and I didn't even know why.

            The man had an arm lock on me, and my eyes never left my mother's dead body on the floor. Just a couple days ago, I arrived home from college with a huge smile on my face. Now I never think I'll smile again. I never expected this to happen. I was just waiting for myself to wake up from this nightmare, but I never did.

            The clown walked over to my brother now and pointed the bloody machete at him. "And for you, well... I've got plans for you," he taunted with a wave of the knife. Joey gave him a frightened expression, and then the clown turned towards me. I slowly looked at him as he walked back to the wagon. He placed the machete down and grabbed a syringe. It was filled with something and he flicked the tube as he examined the needle. With the needle in hand, he strolled over to me. I tried to fight the man's grasp again, but with every move he tightened his grip.

            "Don't worry, sweetheart," he mocked, "I'll keep Mommy and Daddy's souls safe." Suddenly, behind the mask, through the eyes holes, his eyes turned black. He was a demon. Oh my god, He was a demon. He was going to steal my parents' souls for power. He really is a monster. He raised the needle, and right when he was going to put it in my neck, the lights flickered and a loud ringing noise stopped his movements. Every one froze and they all looked around. The clown lowered his hand and shouted to the other men, "Get their souls and the boy & girl and let's get out of here!" The men rushed to my parents' bodies and a blue light came out of them and into a jar they were holding. One of them went to my brother and took him out of his chair and rushed him outside. The man holding me started to push me towards the door, but when we turned around a man with dark hair and a trench coat stood before us with anger in his eyes. His eyes turned a bright blue- bluer than they already were- and behind him, a shadow in the shape of wings appeared as thunder roared and lightning flashed. I watched in awe with my eyes wide as the man in the trench coat touched the man and a bright white light came out of his eyes and mouth. His grip loosened on me and he fell to the floor. His eyes were burned and he was dead. The other man came running with a knife, but before he could even get close, the trench coat man smites him too. He fell to the floor next to his accomplice. The clown and Joey were nowhere to be found. He turned to the cameraman and he joined his friends on the floor, dead. The camera fell to the ground. You could see our feet.

            "Who and what are you?" you heard me ask the man in the trench coat.

            "I'm Castiel, and I'm an angel of the Lord. Now, come with me. I'll keep you safe."

            And like that, we were gone in the blink of an eye.

            The camera was still rolling, but suddenly you saw a pair of shoes walk in front of it. The camera was picked up and was turned to see the clown. He reached up to his face to take off the mask. When he did, his face was skinny and just as creepy as the mask; however, he was sort of attractive. He grinned an evil smile.

            "I will find you, Catherine. And when I do, we're going to have a lot of fun." His eyes turned black, and the camera shut off.

            Everyone leaned back and I could feel all eyes on me. But I wasn't paying attention to them, because I recognized that face. I finally knew the man who took everything away from me.

            I whispered to myself, but no one heard me.

            "What?" Sam asked as he leaned closer to me.

            "Edward," I looked up to him, "The man who murdered my family and tortured me is named Edward."

            "You know him?" Dean asked. I turned towards him and sighed before speaking.

            "I used to date him."