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likely_evil) wrote2009-11-20 08:52 pm
likely_evil) wrote2009-11-20 08:52 pm
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In Which there is Blood...
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I hate you.
Sam was angry. He was very angry and he didn't know what to do with that emotion. It was like a fire in him and he couldn't stay still. He wanted to go into a tree but he couldn't sit still. He wanted to hide in the Impala but Dean would find him. So he just kept walking, not caring where he went but he had to keep moving or he was going to do something he didn't want to do.
"Hey, watch where you're going, G!" A man in an oversized hoodie and low hung jeans shouldered Sam as he walked by, then turned around and yelled at Sam. The two men who were with him turned as well, smirking.
"You watch where you're going. You're the one who hit me," Sam stated over his shoulder, but he kept walking.
"Whoa, hold on a sec. Don't you be disrespecting me, boy." The thug grabbed Sam's shoulder and spun him around to look into his eyes, the gasped at the blackness. "What are you, some kinda freak?"
There was a deep hiss from Sam's throat and his hands clenched into fists. "I'm not a freak," he growled. And then he moved quickly, grabbing the arm on his shoulder and twisting it around. The bone snapped easily as the thug cried out in pain.
The two friends instantly moved to aid the hurt on, but Sam made quick work of them. Fists flew and Sam kept hitting until there were broken bones and blood covering his fists from the faces of his victims.
The rest of the gang appeared from the shadows and Sam just tilted his head. This felt good. It felt right. This is what his angry part wanted to do and he just smirked at the rest of the gang as they surrounded him. His eyes watched the chains and the knives come out of pockets and he just lowered his center and hissed softly.
"Let's show this freak who's boss."
They didn't realize they were going against a demon, and a demonic Winchester at that. They never stood a chance as Sam moved through them like a hot knife through butter. And he was laughing as he took them down. His hand wrapped around a knife at one point and the punching and kicking turned to deadly slicing and stabbing. Soon, Sam was covered in the blood of the gang members as one by one, they fell to his feet struggling for life.
"FREEZE!"
Sam held his arm up to block the bright light of the cop car's spotlight. The police officer had his gun aimed at Sam, but Sam could taste the fear rolling off him. "Drop the Knife!"
"Why would I do that?" Sam asked. He lowered his arm and started for the cop, standing tall.
"DON'T MOVE!"
"What are you gonna do? Shoot me?!" Sam taunted, taking another step closer. He tilted his head, a sick smirk on his lips.
Two gunshots rung out and Sam felt them impact into his chest. He staggered back a few steps but remained upright. His head snapped back to looking at the cop and he snarled. "That wasn't nice."
He took aim and threw the knife, and it embedded itself in the cop's throat. Before the cop managed to stagger back into his seat, Sam moved and was in front of him, pulling the knife out and stabbing the cop again and again in a frenzy.
He didn't stop until the cop stopped moving, and he stood up and wiped his arm across his face, then licked the blood that was on his lips. And then he started to laugh because it felt so damn good.
Sam finally felt alive.
I hate you.
Sam was angry. He was very angry and he didn't know what to do with that emotion. It was like a fire in him and he couldn't stay still. He wanted to go into a tree but he couldn't sit still. He wanted to hide in the Impala but Dean would find him. So he just kept walking, not caring where he went but he had to keep moving or he was going to do something he didn't want to do.
"Hey, watch where you're going, G!" A man in an oversized hoodie and low hung jeans shouldered Sam as he walked by, then turned around and yelled at Sam. The two men who were with him turned as well, smirking.
"You watch where you're going. You're the one who hit me," Sam stated over his shoulder, but he kept walking.
"Whoa, hold on a sec. Don't you be disrespecting me, boy." The thug grabbed Sam's shoulder and spun him around to look into his eyes, the gasped at the blackness. "What are you, some kinda freak?"
There was a deep hiss from Sam's throat and his hands clenched into fists. "I'm not a freak," he growled. And then he moved quickly, grabbing the arm on his shoulder and twisting it around. The bone snapped easily as the thug cried out in pain.
The two friends instantly moved to aid the hurt on, but Sam made quick work of them. Fists flew and Sam kept hitting until there were broken bones and blood covering his fists from the faces of his victims.
The rest of the gang appeared from the shadows and Sam just tilted his head. This felt good. It felt right. This is what his angry part wanted to do and he just smirked at the rest of the gang as they surrounded him. His eyes watched the chains and the knives come out of pockets and he just lowered his center and hissed softly.
"Let's show this freak who's boss."
They didn't realize they were going against a demon, and a demonic Winchester at that. They never stood a chance as Sam moved through them like a hot knife through butter. And he was laughing as he took them down. His hand wrapped around a knife at one point and the punching and kicking turned to deadly slicing and stabbing. Soon, Sam was covered in the blood of the gang members as one by one, they fell to his feet struggling for life.
"FREEZE!"
Sam held his arm up to block the bright light of the cop car's spotlight. The police officer had his gun aimed at Sam, but Sam could taste the fear rolling off him. "Drop the Knife!"
"Why would I do that?" Sam asked. He lowered his arm and started for the cop, standing tall.
"DON'T MOVE!"
"What are you gonna do? Shoot me?!" Sam taunted, taking another step closer. He tilted his head, a sick smirk on his lips.
Two gunshots rung out and Sam felt them impact into his chest. He staggered back a few steps but remained upright. His head snapped back to looking at the cop and he snarled. "That wasn't nice."
He took aim and threw the knife, and it embedded itself in the cop's throat. Before the cop managed to stagger back into his seat, Sam moved and was in front of him, pulling the knife out and stabbing the cop again and again in a frenzy.
He didn't stop until the cop stopped moving, and he stood up and wiped his arm across his face, then licked the blood that was on his lips. And then he started to laugh because it felt so damn good.
Sam finally felt alive.
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He was in big trouble now. He shouldn't have come here.
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"Oh, lighten up, Sam. This is what you were born for, remember?"
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He whimpered, trying to find a way out. But all he saw were dead bodies, and he could feel the blood all over him and he started to really get scared.
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And with that he took off running, jumping over the bodies and aiming for the front doors.
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"Oh, we aren't done, Sam. Not by a long shot."