Fallen (A Supernatural Fanfiction)

Chapter 1: Mama, We All Go To Hell

I don't remember much of the events prior. I had gotten dressed in all-black for a night out with friends, said bye to my parents, and gotten into my car. After that, nothing. I even thought it was all a really weird and vivid dream until I woke up chained to a wall in what looked like an abandoned subway station.

As my eyes slowly opened, I had to blink a couple of times because of how bright the room was. And even when my vision adjusted to the light, I wished it hadn't; the view was absolutely terrifying. Tables and carts littered the place, stocked with rusty tools that a person didn't particularly want to see when they've been mysteriously shackled against a tiled wall. The floors were filthy with dirt and what looked like...dried blood.

My heart skipped a beat and I struggled against my restraints in an impossible attempt to break free. There was obviously no chance of that. So, as I always did in stressful situations (though not as stressful as this one was proving to be), I spoke aloud and to myself.

"It's okay Jade," I muttered under my breath, trying to avert my eyes from the fresh patch of blood that was splattered on the wall parallel to mine. "In a few moments, you'll wake up and realize you've been watching too much Saw."

Then, there were footsteps. I clenched my jaw to keep from crying out in fright and quickly said to myself, "Now would be the time to wake up, Jade."

The footsteps grew closer, coming from the tunnel entrance to my left. So, I looked anywhere but there and found my gaze rest upon an out-of-place object on the cart nearest me. It wasn't like the rusty knives and tools I had observed before but rather much cleaner and much shinier. I gulped as I realized that I wasn't just coincidentally placed into a room full of obvious torture mechanisms- they were to be used on me.

"Ah, you're awake."

The metal chains that held me to the wall made slight sounds as I was shaking all over, completely petrified. I couldn't bring myself to look at my kidnapper. After a while of silence, I heard him walk over to a chair and drag it over to me.

"Sorry for the mess, I don't usually have guests over. Well, I'm fibbing, I always have guests over." He chuckled to himself. His British accent made him sound like a character straight from a Bond movie, and I've never wished that the MI6 agent was real more than I did then.

My kidnapper pulled the chair right in front of me and I shut my eyes to keep from crying. I, of course, could still hear him though.

"But you, love. Forget all of my other victims, you are the prize. How does it feel, being numero uno?"

I didn't answer, once again, but the English man just laughed.

"Shy type I see. It's fine, we'll be more than acquainted when I'm through with you. Think of me as...Dr. Phil."

I finally wrenched my eyes open.

He wasn't as threatening as his voice made him out to be. I was at least two inches taller than he was, and it definitely seemed like I could take him on. But, he still gave off an threatening aura.

He was straddling the chair I heard him take over to me, and almost lovingly caressing the silver blade I had spotted before.

"So love, is there anything you want to talk about? Any...daddy issues?"

My throat, not being as dry as before, finally opened as I gain the courage to speak. But even then, the words came out as a squeak. "No."

The man chuckled again, which seemed to be a sound that grew more and more menacing each time he did it. "You still don't remember then. All in due time, my dear."

He rose and came forward, somehow just as tall as I was. He searched my eyes for something, and the stare went on for so long that I was forced to look away. I felt his hand touch my chin and trail a finger up my cheekbone.

"My name is Crowley. Yours?"

My breath got stuck in my chest as I felt his touch be replaced by a cool, metallic feel that could only be the blade he was holding just moments before.

"Jade," I responded weakly. I had to bite my lip from screaming out as the edge dug into my cheek, causing blood to trickle down to my chin and fall onto the floor below us, joining the other unnamed rusted splatters.

"Hello, Jade. Welcome to Hell."