UNENDING (A Supernatural Fan Fiction)

"The Winchesters Are Here"

She sat in a cold steel chair and across from her a perfectly ordinary man sat. He was medium height with little to no hair on his head. His eyes would've been blue were it not for the demon possessing him. His blue button up shirt was stained in blood. Her blood. A normal human would be afraid to see so much of their blood on someone else's body, but at this point she was used to it.

I mean she was covered in her own scarlet blood. "Why don't you start talking, Princess", the venom seeped of his lips as he said her endearing nickname. He came closer with a knife gripped tightly in his right hand.

"All we need is your name, doll". She glares up at him coldly revealing her large brown eyes, hard square jaw line, and her beautifully curved pink lips. The dirt and blood on her skin failed to make her lovely features ugly. She spit at him with blood in her saliva.

He grinned and cut right at her cheek bone. She hardly flinched, obviously used to the pain of torture. He snaked the knife down her knife with a cold smirk playing on his lips. Her eyes are closed and her jaw is clenched.

He pulls the knife back not satisfied and walked coldly to the metal doors holding the girl in the room. The doors opened swiftly as the man walked into another metal room. As the mans footsteps receded the girl slumped slightly as the wounds on her face and neck healed themselves instantaneously.

Her light hair was covered in blood. Mostly her own blood dried and hardened into her long strands. She licked her dry chapped lips and tried wiggling her hands loose of the cuffs that bound her to the wall. She could feel her flesh start to break under the metal but she seemed calm.

The four cameras on the wall were all turned to her. She remembered a time when she was uncomfortable being watched. Now she didn't care. She wanted them to see her. She wanted them to be frustrated with her and come in here trying to kill her but never being able to. She wanted them to...

One of the men dressed in blue came back in. He realized he'd walked in and calmed the obvious disdain in his face. He then put on a cold smirk and walked over to her swiftly. She raised an eyebrow as he calmly mumbled to himself. "What's happening", she said hoarsely. Her voice cracked from years of silence.

The man stopped for a moment shocked to hear her speaking then she felt her arms release tension as the shackles that bound her wrists fall to the ground. She gasped confused as the man put a shackle around neck. "We've got ourselves into a bit of a situation and you, my pet, are too valuable to lose", he spat.

He pulled her quickly by her neck piece to the door. She choked slightly as he thrust her forward into a dimly lit corridor. The walls were stained with bloody smudges. Some she could distinguish as writings. Others were had prints. They should really clean up in here, she thought. It's not very welcoming.

She followed the man, if you could even call him that. He was young, looking in his mid-twenties. He was attractive despite the fact that there was a demon writhing around in his body. He had dusty brown hair and a straight nose with light stubble crossing his chin and jawline. His eyes were amber-coloured with hints of gold. His hair was slicked back and his lips formed a thin line.

A noise from the vent resounded in the hall and suddenly his honey-colour in his eyes was quickly replaced with a deep black pit. He paused for a moment before pulling the girl behind him roughly. She didn't protest and moved behind him looking down at her bare and dirt-stained feet.

A blaring noise resounded down the hallway and a white flashing light began pulsating with the loud beeping. The girl cringed and covered her ears with her hands. The siren was almost loud enough to conceal the clanging of the air vents metal grate falling to the floor.