Superwholock: The Beginning

Chapter 12: The Devil You Know

Who am I?

I don’t know who I am?

Where the hell am I?

He stood alone in the middle of a grey room nothing on the walls, not a thing. As those thoughts ripped through his mind at the speed of light. He couldn’t control it that is just what happens when you have absolutely no idea who you are. At least he thought it was.

All he did know is that his fight or flight instinct was yelling at him to fight. Which he had no idea how he would do that. On instinct, which he didn’t even know he had, he pushed back his long brown hair.

“Sammy, Sam, Sam.” Said a tall- not as tall as him- man with dirty blond hair and a devilish grin. “Not a clue who you are or where you are. That’s some pretty good psychological torture, not the best, but good.”

“Who… who the hell are you?” Sam asked the stranger who was walking around him like he was stalking his prey.

“Now the Hell part that you got right.” Sam gave the strange man a questionable look making him roll his eyes. “Oh you poor impotent sap. You know it really hurts my feelings knowing that you don’t know me. I mean after all the years I tortured you down in hell. I thought we had something Sammy.” He mocked stepping closer to Sam.

“I have no idea what you are talking about.” The man was almost face to face with Sam, and with another of his unknown instincts he pushed him away. Then he was gone, the man was gone?

“Nice try Sammy.” He appeared behind Sam making jump. Sam turned to face him but he was gone again then, after feeling someone tap his shoulder, he turned around to see the man, who punched his jaw. Sam staggered back clutching his lower jaw which stung from the blow.

“You see Sam that might work if I were real.” He gave the same devilish grin.

“What?” Sam still pushed against his jaw that was still sore from the mans upper-cut. “You felt pretty real when you punched me.”

“It’s all in your head Sam, the punch, me everything. Well except for this room, you are very much stuck in here. Kind of reminds me of the Cage, right Sam?”

“What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about hell.” He took a step forward which Sam matched with a step in the opposite direction. “Which you would remember if everything about you wasn’t taken out of you thick skull.”

Sam let this all sink in, he went to hell. Then something else caught made him back track. “What do you mean that everything about me was taken?”

He rolled his eyes. “Am I going to have to spoon feed you everything?” He let out an exhausted sigh. “Your memories were taken out of you. That is pretty straightforward isn’t it.”

“Then how am I seeing you?” The man raised an eyebrow. “I get that I went to Hell and you must be some kind of post traumatic hallucination thing. But if I can’t remember it then why am I still seeing you?”

The man clapped loudly making Sam flinch. “Give the man a cigar. Finally a non totally stupid question, and here is you answer.” He cleared his breath dramatically. “One hundred and eighty years.”

“What?” Sam wasn't’ following.

“You were in hell for one hundred and eighty years, well a year and a half up here, but you and me were locked in the sauna for almost two hundred. And I tortured you endlessly every second, of every minute, of every day.” He stepped closer to Sam who was frozen from his fear. “Now that kind of damage to someones soul makes scars. Say hello to your scar Sam.” He gestured at himself.

“I don’t understand.” Sam was scarred. He had no idea who he was and this man was terrifying, how could he not be. Real or not, he tortured Sam for two hundred years.

He sighed showing how done he was with Sam. “Come on Sam pay attention.” He glared menacingly at him. “I’m a scar on your soul. Meaning no matter how hard you try to get rid of me I will always be with you. I am part of you Sammy the devil on your shoulder for eternity.” He smiled, not his devilish grin, but a full on ear to ear smile. He took another step towards Sam who tried to step back further but ran into a the wall.

“Who the hell are you?” Sam questioned shakely.

“Don’t you know Sammy?” He smiled. “I’m Lucifer, Sammy. The literally devil on your shoulder.” He laughed so loudly it made the entire room shake. Sam grabbed his ears and doubled over. The noise was so loud he thought his ear drums would burst.

Then it stopped, Sam looked up to Lucifer who stared at him with intrigue. “But even though I’m hells number one I’m going to get you out of here.”

“Why would you do that?”

“Because you aren’t any fun without all of your memories, you wouldn’t get any  of our inside jokes.” He smirked.

“Why should I trust you?”

“Because I’m the devil you know. Also I’m part of you, and you should trust yourself.”

“But I don’t know who I am.” Sam yelled frustrated, then turned sheepish when Lucifer gave him a glare.

“No you don’t. I could torture you slowly in here, and not give a damn. Location means nothing to me. I’m doing this because I want to. If you don’t want my help fine be damned, I’ll see you in hell when you get back.” Then he was gone.

“Wait!” Sam yelled at the top of his lungs until they ached and his throat burned. He was yelling at thin air, but he didn’t care. He was now alone again, even if that was only a delusion of his own mind, he was alone.

I know it's short which seems to be a running trend of mine but adding on to this chapter just seemed to ruin the effect of Sam and Luci's talk. Anyways Vote, Follow, and please please PLEASE comment.