Andi King didn't know how to play nice, because quite frankly, she didn't like people. She was a loner and that was how she liked it. Especially with a sadistic demon dead set on destroying her and anyone she got close to.
But that all changes when...
"Not gonna die tonight, We're going to stand and fight together."
Not Gonna Die by Skillet
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Every muscle in my body screamed, but for once, my head was calm in the musty old cellar I was in. Even as I stared across the dimly lit room at the two limp bodies in cages, my mind didn't want to process the danger I was in. I had been abducted, I knew that for sure, but I wasn't convinced by who or what. I just prayed one of those two limp bodies was Sam.
I had to get out of here.
I may have been dead either way, but I wasn't about to give up. Not when I was this far from him. I leaned forward and scooped up a handful of stone from gravel floor and winced as I sat back.
One by one, I chucked them across the room at larger lump of flesh. It took more energy than I expected, my arms burning at my sides, but I didn't have much time until the dull aching in my head caught up to me. I gripped the handful of pebbles tightly and whipped them all, sighing in relief as I heard the rain of rocks ping against his cell.
A slew of groans echoed through the room, and I smiled as I watched him stir. He had only been here a couple hours longer than I had, but in the dim light, as he shakily pulled himself up from the ground, I could see the panic on his face and realized he must have been out the whole time.
"What the hell?" He groaned, not yet realizing I was there.
My cell was positioned across from him, in the shadows of the dark corner of the basement with no light other than the reflection of the wetness on the ground around me.
"Who's there?" My body stiffened at the strained tone in the familiar voice.
I leaned forward, cringing through the pain in my back, and gripped the bars of the grated box, trying to get a better look.
"Sam, it's me."
"Andi?"
"It's nice to see you're still breathing."
"What are you doing here?" He shuffled around the cage he was in. Groaning as he smacked his against the top bars.
"I'd say saving your ass, but it's not exactly my finest rescue." I chuckled, wincing through the sharp pain. "Your brother called Bobby, and well, here I am to save the day."
My head fell back as I heard him chuckle, but it quickly faded as he sighed heavily.
I didn't know what else to say to him.
I couldn't tell him it was going to be okay, and I couldn't tell him that we would make it out because I had no idea what had even grabbed me or where we were.
The only thing I remembered was the sweet smell of chloroform.
We sat in silence for a while as I tried to sift through my thoughts. Sam tried his best to keep calm, but I couldn't stop him as he ripped at the bars like a caged animal. Kicking and hitting, rattling the bars until the man next to him roused and started yelling at him. Apparently, Mr.Jenkins was the man Sam had been looking for, and he wasn't very appreciative of our piss poor excuse of a rescue, but it didn't stop him wreaking havoc in his cage as well.
