The Other Side of Reality

Part 7

"Wakey, wakey," Devon's familiar voice pounded through your foggy brain. "We are going to have so much fun!"

"No," you mumbled, trying to shake your head. Groaning as it pounded and you wanted nothing more than to fall into the sweet oblivion. But Devon's voice sent fear running through your body, tensing up as you slowly blinked your eyes open.

"There she is," Devon exclaimed, roughly patting your cheek. "I was wondering if you were going to sleep through everything. But that wouldn't have been much fun. I like my victims awake. I like to hear their screams."

"You're going to pay for this," you tried threatening him, but it came out muffled. A dirty cloth had been turned into a gag, making your word intelligble.

"Aren't you just adorable," he sneered, his face close to yours. "But as you can see, it's just you and me in this little room at the bottom of the asylum. They don't even use this part of the building anymore. No one will ever come down here looking for you."

Glancing around as he spoke, you knew his words were right. The room had peeling lead paint, the metal around the edges rusted. Surprised the florescent lights even worked, you only saw one door with a heavy, rusted handle. The only way out, not that you were going anywhere. He had you tied to a metal frame, both your ankles and wrists tied tight enough to cut into your skin. Vintage looking machines sat off to the far side, covered in dust and cobwebs.

"I bet a million thoughts are running through that pretty little head of yours," he continued, heading over to the machines, running his hand along the control boards. "They said that with these machines they could fix that. Get rid of all those things that make you tick. Turn you into a meek little person who would follow my every order. Sounds kind of interesting."

Struggling against the ropes holding you in place, your eyes widened when the machines started working. "A little Angel magic," Devon explained, winking your way. "But before we start with that, let's get a couple of other things out of the way."

In a split second he was back by your side, his hot breath against your neck, his hand pressing hard on your belly. "So have you remembered anything else about your previous life? Before we plucked you away and placed you in this shithole?"

Before you could even shake your head he continued. "I was always jealous of Dean. I watched the two of you from afar, wishing I could pull you away from Dean. Have this sweet little body to myself. After all, we used to be Angels in the same garrison. But you had to go and fall for a stupid hunter. You gave up everything! We could have ruled with God gone."

"I'm an Angel?" You mumbled into the cloth, your heart beating fast as it all started to make sense. The way you had been drawn to Dean. How his stories hadn't sounded crazy at all. The weird voices in your head, the power slipping from your fingers. You were an Angel. One that couldn't remember anything.

"That's not all!" He told you gleefully, his hand sliding underneath your shirt, lightly running his hand along your skin, making you gag. "Sam's not dead. Neither's Cas. Can you imagine how fun it was to make Dean believe that? To see the anguish on his face. They're both alive and kicking, and have no idea where the two of you are."

It was a relief, even though you couldn't remember them, to know they were alive. Dean would be so happy. If Dean was..., you couldn't think about that. Not right now.

His hand slid up, brushing against the under side of your breast, his lips against your neck. As his rough hand squeezed your tender skin, he spoke again. "Want to hear the best part?"

Trying to get away from him, you let out a squeal as he reached down, his hands skimming under the elastic waistband of your pants. "No!" You screamed. The gag had turned wet with your drool, getting pushed even farther into your mouth, making you gag.

Your struggle only seemed to excite him as his other hand reached up to rip your shirt in half, giving him easy access to your breasts. Biting down hard on your ear, he shoved his hands between your legs, and with your ankles tied you couldn't stop him. "It's not just and Dean. You broke Angel laws. You birthed a nephilim. You knew it wasn't right, but you did it anyways."

You stilled at his words, wondering if it was true. Or if he was trying to torture you even more. "She's beautiful. Looks so much like you. And only a couple of us Angels knows where she is. You'll never see your daughter again."

Roughling shoving his finger into your dry entrance, he leaned down, biting your breast. That, on top of the news he had just given you, sent a wamrth spreading through you. It was powerful, spreading from your toes to the hair on your head. Tilting your head back, you let the light shine from your eyes before a blast of energy erupted from every pore.

Devon flew away from you, slamming against the wall, his head connecting with the steel. The ropes holding both your wrists and ankles disappeared and your shirt was magically fixed. Standing up, you felt as if every nerve was on fire, your body humming with energy.

The machines on the side turned on, connected through your energy. Raising a hand, you disintegrated the door. Almost floating with the power surging through you, you gave Devon one more look. He hadn't moved, his head hanging awkwardly to the side.

Stepping through that door was like stepping through a time machine. Memories rushed into your mind, almost sending you to your knees. Thousands of memories, from the beginning of time to being captured by Angels and brought here. Feeling as if your head was splitting in two, you clutched your head, the power slowly fading away.

"Ava," you whispered memories of your sweet little baby girl breaking your heart. She was beautiful, with her dark golden hair and deep green eyes. She was something you had never expected to have, to love as much as you did. The day the Angels had taken her away from you had been the worst day of your life.