Here's a story that I wrote, with the inspiration being the TV show Supernatural.
The
fall of the angels
“Well, fancy seeing you here”
“Huh” I smile lightly, “What are you going
to do now? Kill me? Torture me? Or ooooo, I don’t know, let me go?”, I ask
cheekily.
“Yes, because that is why I have trapped
you here, in a 105 years, 3 months and 1 day old abandoned building, with
demons guarding your every move.” He answers back with sarcasm.
“Well, things could be worse……”
“You certainly have an imagination, a
creative one at that.”
We face each other and battle it out.
He pulls out a sharp weapon, a knife with
jagged shark like edges and a polished sliver handle. I look at him, unsure of
what to think. Is he playing with me? Is he just bluffing?
I think of 6 different scenarios of what
could happen. Don’t be stupid, outwit him. So what can I see that I can
use?.......I look to my right instinctively, yet trying not to look like I
wanted something. Just scanning the room with the corner of my eyes. Windows
cracked with some kind of green-brown fungus growing on it, with only an ounce
of light coming through due to the black material plastered on the windows.
I look to my left, and see a wooden black
desk, cheap and plain. On it a dozen weapons, a blueprint of some kind and a
60s radio. My eyes look at the rounded knife like a hook. I smile gently and
look at him, happily with a plan. He catches my look.
“Save that look for when you’re in hell and
need to get out honey”
“Ok, Number 1, don’t ever, call me honey or
sweetheart or …..bubbles”, I say with disgust, “ and “number 2, I’m not an
average girl, darling. I’m trained to kill. I’m trained to fight. I’m trained
to observe and most of all I’m trained to….well ummmm…..not be stupid!” I say
with a smirk and suddenly I run towards him and slide under his open legs.
Luckily I’m thin enough to, but I get stuck ¾ of the way and so I lift one leg
off the floor, bring it up and kick him in the butt area. He falls on his face.
I can’t afford to lose a second and so I don’t look back, but I can hear the
sudden anger in his voice. I scramble up from the floor and head back around to
the desk. I pick the hook knife and throw it in the direction of the closest
demon I see. It slices the top of his head vertically and somewhat smoothly,
and I keep throwing every weapon in a particular way depending on the weapon
and aim for the head of every demon I see. I tentatively feel the desk surface,
while looking at the incoming demons ahead and I release there’s no more knifes
or any kind of weapon on the desk. I sneak a look at the desk quickly and
confirm my realisation. I’ve been keeping my eyes on the demon in the human
vessels which are running towards me, that I haven’t even thought about the
limited supply of weapons on the desk. Panic rushes through me. I’ve always
been ready for everything, until now.
“Duck!” I hear a very deep voice shout at
me. Instinctively without thinking at all, I do as he says. Why? Because I
would recognise that voice even if I was in a coma. He is my partner in crime.
A ticking time bomb. But he’s my
ticking time bomb.
With an axe, he slices the demon in half.
One half, waist downwards and the other, the rest.
“Hello pumpkin, miss me?”
I look at him with a grin. I’m so pleased
to see him, since he just saved my life and all that but….I would never admit
it to him. Why? Because we’re both stubborn.
“Pumpkin? Really?” I reply with a look that
says, you idiot.
“What?” he replies, looking defensively “Do
you want me to be a bit more creative? OK, how about sugar coating puppy? Unicorn?..”
I can’t help myself and I fall into a
bundle of laughter, meanwhile the evil demon guy, who I kicked in the butt,
isn’t too happy and is coming towards us, with his hand raised, palm facing
towards us. Dean and I, our backs against the desk.
“Any bright ideas Watson?” He asks me with
a hint of fear in his eyes but a smile to hide it.
“Well, how about….RUN?!”I reply still
looking at the demon in front of us, but scared yet with the adrenaline rush.
We run to our right, towards the exit, the
metal door flung open, next to the grimy windows. We don’t even look back.
We get into Dean’s Jaguar and make our
escape.
“Bye the way, I’m Sherlock.” I say, in the
passenger seat, next to Dean, once we are well away from the warehouse.
“Come on!” He exclaims. After a few minutes
of awkward silence, his face turns solemn and he starts his speech, telling me
everything, “Look, don’t get mad……and don’t ask any questions until I’ve
finished, OK?”
“I guess this is where I nod?” I ask and
then nod by the serious look he gives me. Then he faces the road and starts to
talk.
“I know that you want to risk your life and
go to the temple. The temple
of Kizak
I start to protest but he stops me by
telling me something that in all our years of friendship, I never thought it
would be said by him. “I love you”.
“What? Stop the car. Stop the car, right
now!”, As soon as he stops, I step out of the car as quickly as I can. I can’t
breathe and my chest feel constricted and my head pounds. My pulse becomes more
rapid and my legs feel like water. But I run away from the car. From Dean. He
calls out my name, but I don’t stop. I hear him punch his car in frustration.
But I keep going. I don’t even realise
where I am, until I realise that I am sweating excessively from the scorching
sun. Shade. I need shade. I look around but no trees. No shade. Just sand. A
sand dessert. I sink to the ground and clench into the fine sand particles, but
they go through any gaps in my fingers, like silk.
Dean sits next to me, but I don’t notice
because I’m too busy hyperventilating. Classic me. I look in the face of danger
and laugh, but simple things like love, I can barely handle. I’m good with
people, in a professional way. I’m a just graduated doctor. Yay. Years of hard
work paid off, but funny how I can’t deal with people who are not my patients
very well.
I stare at the ground, not even daring to
look at him.
“I’m sorry.” He says softly.
“Sorry? What for loving me? This is why I
never get close to anyone else and now you, of all people….you’ve….” I start to
rant.
“messed up?” he interrupts but finishes my
sentence.
“I’m always going to do something risky,
dangerous, even life threatening. That’s just me. I don’t want to get anyone
else hurt.”. I start.
“Whether you like it or not, I’m going to
be with you every step of the way, even if you hate me. Because …..I’m your
……friend.” He pauses and then suddenly sighs and makes up his mind, “You know
what? I’m coming with you, to the Temple
I think about this, because I know he will
never let me go on my own. Once I was on a revenge phase and tried to kill a
vampire who killed this entire small village, including every single child, but
Dean tranquillised me and handcuffed me to the bed. Now I’m very sure he would
do it again.
“Fine. But don’t think I would jump in
front of an arrow for you.” I say angrily.
Dean would make his comeback and insult me,
but he knows I’m not exactly in the mood and so lets me feel as if I’ve won
this word battle, by not saying anything.
He stands up and offers me his hand, but I
don’t take it. I struggle to get up, but once I do, I head straight for the
car, which is quite far away than I originally thought.
Dean follows behind me, without saying a
word.
We get into the car, Dean drives silently,
knowing very well that any word out of him right now, will only make me more frustrated.
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