Fallen (A Supernatural Fanfiction)

Chapter 2: Dirty and Scarred

"I shall only ask once more, Jade: where are the gates of heaven located?"

My head had dropped so low that my chin managed touched my chest. I was almost numb and unresponsive to the methods of torture Crowley and his minions of Hell enjoyed throwing at me. Three hundred years. I had to laugh bitterly at that. No other angel has spent that much time down here besides...well, Lucifer.

But, time travels differently in Hell, so on the surface it's only really been about two years. My mother must have stopped looking for me ages ago.

I clenched my fists hard to gain the strength to pull my head up. I was bound crucifix-style (per Crowley's never-ending humor), with my arms stretched out at either end of my body, only held up by shackles, and my feet just hanging below in chains.

I blinked a couple of times to try eliminated my blurry, red vision, and spit the blood that had been causing an rusty taste in my mouth at my torturor. "I'd tell you to go to Hell," I said weakly, a smile spreading across my lips as my head rolled onto my shoulder. "But I guess we're already here, aren't we?"

The demon- Evan I believe his name was, cocked his eyebrow. Apparently, Crowley had lent him the archangel's blade; he was waving it around rather carelessly, as if to say that it could just randomly slip from his grimy fingers and find its way into my chest. "Has that snarky attitude kept you alive all of these years, princess?"

I ran my dry tongue across my equally dry lips. I felt dirty, with centuries worth of blood still drying on my now-alabaster skin. I haven't seen the sun in forever, and I constantly find myself thinking back to the times with my mother and father - but not the angels. Never the angels. So yes, my snarky attitude has kept me kicking. "That, and the fact that I get to see you every decade or so, hon."

I laugh pathetically at my own weak flirtations, but that laughter quickly turned to rough and haggard coughs.

"The gate," Evan said, pressing the tip of the blade to my stomach so that it pierced a bit of skin. I winced, but that was all. "Now."

I decided to present an ultimatum. "I want my grace."

My grace. About a century and a half ago, Crowley had found my grace, the part of me that had fallen apart from my being when I fell from heaven all of those years ago. It was growing a cherry blossom somewhere in Japan, and he had retrieved it because apparently, being neither a human nor an angel anymore, I won't exactly turn into demon because I have no soul. I'll just eventually turn into nothing, which was in direct violation of Crowley's plans. So, very occassionally, he would feed me a bit of the grace so my being could know I was still there, you know. Still alive. Barely, but still.

Evan laughed in my face. "You may hate me, but I'm not an idiot. Crowley holds your grace at all times...who knows, it's been a while since you've even seen it. Maybe he's been playing crossroad demon again and gave it to some poor soul who desperately wants to fly with the angels of the lord. So Jade, where are the gates?"

I rolled my eyes before closing them, absolutely exhausted from everything. It's nothing new, though. I'm always exhausted. "You've lot been asking that same question for two centuries Evan, what makes you think I'm going to break now?"

I heard him scream out in ultimate frustration and he finally drove the sword through my abdomen. My eyes shot open and my jaw dropped, the pain overwhelming. It wouldn't kill me, though, because I was in Hell anyway and it's pretty dammed hard to kill something that's already at the end of the line.

Gasping for breath, I still managed to try another sarcastic line. "Try the rusty dagger over there, it makes my insides feel all warm and tingly."