Mask- a Supernatural fanfiction

Chapter 18: Hello 911? Yes, I've Been Cat-knapped

CATHERINE POV

            I was slowly coming back, my eyes trying their hardest to open. But they kept closing, and I could barely register what I was seeing or where I was when they were open. I kept trying to wake up because I knew something bad happened. I just couldn't remember what it was.

            I was finally able to keep my eyes open. It took me a while to register that I was tied to a chair with my hands tied behind my back and that my brother kidnapped me: my demon brother. My demon brother who I thought was dead kidnapped me. And he did it because my crazy, psychotic, murderous ex boyfriend is his boss. Wow, give me a reality TV show.

            The room I was in was definitely old. The windows were broken; there was rust everywhere, trash everywhere, even my chair seemed old, and it smelled like rotten eggs–the smell of sulfur. It looked to me like I was in some sort of abandoned mansion. I looked around the room and saw that this used to be a library or something like it. There were bookshelves against the wall with pieces that were eaten by termites. Books littered the ground. The only thing that looked remotely new was a medical tray table. It was next to me and I could see some nasty tools on it. There were a couple of syringes, knives, and other wacky scary things. Oh, hell no. I need to get out of here. Now.

            Although it did nothing, I tried to untie the rope that was holding my hands together. All it did was just frustrate me more. I tried to shake the chair and somehow break it, but before I could get it off its side, the door in front of me opened. I stopped in my movements and my eyes opened wide as I anticipated who would come from behind the door.

            The door opened all the way and slammed on the wall and I flinched, who ever opened it pushed it with too much power. I saw the person walk in the room with a slow dangerous stroll. I couldn't see the person's face because there was very little light in the room. The only light was the moonlight flooding through the broken windows. I saw him flick a switch and lights came out from above me. They flickered and weren't bright at all, but it allowed me to see that the man was Joey. I couldn't help but feel a little relieved. I knew Joey wasn't himself, but I wouldn't want it to be Edward. Joey came towards me and I watched him move to me with that same smirk on his face. He walked over the tray table and poked at the tools there. I just hoped he wouldn't touch the syringe.

            "I think it's time we," he paused as he picked up a knife, "caught up," he examined the knife and turned to me, "don't you think?" I knew that he didn't want to catch up; he just wanted to cause me pain. The realization hurt my heart, or maybe it was just beating too fast. Joey wasn't my brother anymore; he was Edward's slave.

            "So what," I tried to hide my fear as I tried to play back at him, "Edward kills mom and dad, stole their souls, and you suddenly become his lost, little puppy?" Joey looked at me and let out a scoff as he played with the knife in his hands.

            "Oh, Catherine. Mom and dad are dead because of you," he pointed the knife to my chest. My eyes widened in surprise. No, I didn't kill mom and dad. Didn't I?

            Joey continued, "It's all your fault, Catherine. Maybe if you would've told Edward that you didn't want to be with him instead of letting him believe that Mom and Dad told you to get rid of him, maybe Mom and Dad would still be here." I thought about it, and he's right. If I'd told him, none of this would've happened. It is my entire fault. My mom and dad are dead because of me. I killed my parents. I turned Joey into a demon. I did this.

            "And it's funny really," Joey taunted as he put the knife back down on the tray. He looked back at me, and I knew he wasn't just going to tell me a funny joke. "That you think I would be happy to see you. I mean, you are the reason Mom and Dad are dead." He started the walk around me and when he got in front of me, he bent down to my level. His face was inches away from mine and I pulled my head back away from his as I took in a breath.