Opposites [Supernatural Fanfic]

Don't play with knives kids

I awake from my darkness to a cold dark room. Next to me is a tray of knives and other tools. Fear creeps up in me but I dig a hole and bury it. Ropes strap me to my chair as I can't move from my place which is hurting my butt. Suddenly the iron door slams open to reveal a guy. Not any guy though....Josh

"Josh! Hey you gotta run, don't come back okay?" I yell at him. He doesn't respond as he just walks to a tray of tools and picks one up. The one he chose is a long sharp knife that would put you in a trance. Josh turns to me then I see his eyes, his demon eyes.

"What have you done?!" I scream struggling in my ropes. The demon walks towards me slowly lowering the knife towards my bruised cheek from the car crash. With the point, he slowly slides it down from my earlobe to my chin. Blood seeps down my face as if they were in a race.

"Shh child, you have endured great pain" the demon uses Josh's voice. I could have saved him, I could have snuck him something like a charm. "Well duh, you just cut me" I growl losing control. The soldier inside me wants to play but we fight against one another.

"Mental pain I mean, I know your story, Amelia Winchester. Mother dies at months old. Just a year old before you got a kill. Age three was your first near death experience. Age eight a witches curse gives you split personalities. Age twelve you met your father and became a mother. And so much more" the demon basically just told me the major events of my life. "How did you?"

"How did I know about the witches? Hell has so many rumors and yet I can find the truth" the demon the moves the knife to my exposed stomach. He uses little force to break skin making blood drip down. "I didn't have Josh for long. Only when he tried to leave you, then I took him" the demon slashes my arm making me bite my lip hard for a scream not to release.

This went on for hours and hours. Finally, the pain stopped. My throat is dry from my screams. Blood is now on the floor as I am leaking. "Now, a few friends want to meet you,"  the demon says putting the knife down onto the tray. Suddenly the doors swing open and a few men walk in. Their posture already gives away that they are angels.

"Wingless birds, how are you?" I say with a smirk. The closest one slaps me across my face. "Shut up you pathetic girl" he spits out with a surprisingly deep western accent.

I laugh at him until I get another slap. "Tell us where your father is," One of the three idiots ask. "Never" I growl. The angel them grab their angel blade and put it on my thumb. "Tell me where your father is!" He yells in my face.

There was a long pause until I push my thumb into the blade making it bleed. "Do it! Do it!" I scream. No pain would get any information out of me. The angel pulls the blade away right before I can push my thumb further. "Bird brats! I hope Lucifer rises again and smite your asses!" I growl out suddenly remembering that Lucifer hasn't spoken.

He must be hiding since angels are here. "Lucifer is gone, he will never rise again. As for you..." The angel stabs my hand and that was it. I gave up fighting my other side, they would break me if I didn't. I feel myself being pushed back into my mind.

My other side stands still, making no noise or any sign of pain with an emotionless face. "Tell us where your father is!" Angel number two yells who stands next to me. "No" my casual voice speaks. I watch this play out in my mind, this must be what possession feels like. Once a smile comes across my face I go further in my mind not wanting to watch.

I look around at the walls in my mind, every corner there is a wall hiding memories I don't want. Then I find the wall I want, Lucifer. This is what my mind is full of, walls. Now everyone sees science and logic of what inside a brain looks like, but in reality, it is an empty room that is filled with memories. Before I can speak to Lucifer I am pulled back to reality.