justprompts 004.
Demons.
Nate
He was a threat, she knew he was. Trying to catch people at their most vulnerable, playing the helpless card until he had you under his thumb. She'd seen it when the girl was awake, seen the way he looked at her, the way he took any excuse possible to touch her and make it seem like an accident whenever he wasn't outright hitting on her. The girl didn't see it that way, she just wrote off his advances as a crush, something temporary, but it wasn't that innocent. He wasn't the kind of person who would keep taking no as an answer, and if she didn't stop him now, the girl was going to get hurt...
The cop
The cop wasn't her original target, but the other man wasn't home. The two that had come to talk to the girl before were there instead, looking for something about him. They were no harm, they weren't friends of his, she didn't need to stop them. But she couldn't stay while they were there, so she slipped out, slid down the walls. Once down, she took cover behind the dumpster, but the cop saw her, pulled out his gun, trained it on her...
Kurt
The girl was afraid of him.
The two had been close at one point - friends, lovers. But he'd always hold himself over her, tried to assert his power, made her feel controlled and insecure, until the girl found the strength to leave, tell him things were over and that she wanted him out of her life. But he didn't want to stay out - he would stalk the girl, wait outside her apartment, follow her to places she went with her friends. He always made sure the girl saw him, always made her feel unsafe, afraid.
Not anymore, not after tonight, until...
Dean
This wasn't supposed to happen.
No, no, no, this wasn't right.
He was someone the girl had trusted, this was someone who had been after one of the bad men too...this wasn't right, not right at all. She didn't understand, the man was looking at her like she was something dangerous, a threat, something that needed taking out too...
She lunged at him, confused, angry. This was wrong and he was part of why, she wanted him to feel her anger, wanted him to hurt, wanted this situation to make sense again, but then he cut her arm and she howled, seeing white and then red as pain seared through her arm. She had to get out, had to get away...
Sam (1)
Something still felt wrong. This was the one the girl had liked, and now he had her tied up, now he was the one with the gun. She lashed out with her claws, drew them across his face, leaving her mark.
The gun was trained on her but he seemed reluctant to shoot, eyes darting around the room as he backed away from her. She growled at him, daring him to shoot, daring him to make his move, but he wouldn't, he wasn't, and now she was just getting angrier.
Finally she was fed up with it, with the waiting, and she lunged, ready to attack...and found herself locked in a much smaller room, smaller and darker.
She screamed and howled, lashing out with claws and fangs, taking out her frustration and anger on the walls because she couldn't attack anything else, couldn't hunt anything else.
It eventually got to her, too much energy burned away, used up too quickly in too little space, and so she lay down, curled up on her side, fell asleep...
Sam (2)
She woke up next to the boy from the other night, the one who'd trapped her in the small, dark room. She growled under her breath, almost went for the kill, but then remembered.
He had the gun. Had it trained on her and didn't use it. Didn't want to use it, didn't want to hurt her, not the way those other people had.
He woke up then, saw her and his eyes went wide, shocked and sad. He was going to grab her, going to lock her in that room again and she didn't want to go and there was a window right by her side, escape was so close...
She bolted, ran away, ran into the night and roamed the streets, not hunting this time, too distracted. Too many questions she had, too many that the girl had, too many that everyone had. And it wasn't right, nothing about it was right anymore and it hurt, made her feel wrong, made her want to run.
So she did, running 'til she was in territory completely unfamiliar to her or the girl, still looking, seeking, searching. Searching for something that could make this feel right, make this make sense again...
She couldn't find it.
Muse: Madison Owens
Fandom: Supernatural
Words: 815
Nate
He was a threat, she knew he was. Trying to catch people at their most vulnerable, playing the helpless card until he had you under his thumb. She'd seen it when the girl was awake, seen the way he looked at her, the way he took any excuse possible to touch her and make it seem like an accident whenever he wasn't outright hitting on her. The girl didn't see it that way, she just wrote off his advances as a crush, something temporary, but it wasn't that innocent. He wasn't the kind of person who would keep taking no as an answer, and if she didn't stop him now, the girl was going to get hurt...
The cop
The cop wasn't her original target, but the other man wasn't home. The two that had come to talk to the girl before were there instead, looking for something about him. They were no harm, they weren't friends of his, she didn't need to stop them. But she couldn't stay while they were there, so she slipped out, slid down the walls. Once down, she took cover behind the dumpster, but the cop saw her, pulled out his gun, trained it on her...
Kurt
The girl was afraid of him.
The two had been close at one point - friends, lovers. But he'd always hold himself over her, tried to assert his power, made her feel controlled and insecure, until the girl found the strength to leave, tell him things were over and that she wanted him out of her life. But he didn't want to stay out - he would stalk the girl, wait outside her apartment, follow her to places she went with her friends. He always made sure the girl saw him, always made her feel unsafe, afraid.
Not anymore, not after tonight, until...
Dean
This wasn't supposed to happen.
No, no, no, this wasn't right.
He was someone the girl had trusted, this was someone who had been after one of the bad men too...this wasn't right, not right at all. She didn't understand, the man was looking at her like she was something dangerous, a threat, something that needed taking out too...
She lunged at him, confused, angry. This was wrong and he was part of why, she wanted him to feel her anger, wanted him to hurt, wanted this situation to make sense again, but then he cut her arm and she howled, seeing white and then red as pain seared through her arm. She had to get out, had to get away...
Sam (1)
Something still felt wrong. This was the one the girl had liked, and now he had her tied up, now he was the one with the gun. She lashed out with her claws, drew them across his face, leaving her mark.
The gun was trained on her but he seemed reluctant to shoot, eyes darting around the room as he backed away from her. She growled at him, daring him to shoot, daring him to make his move, but he wouldn't, he wasn't, and now she was just getting angrier.
Finally she was fed up with it, with the waiting, and she lunged, ready to attack...and found herself locked in a much smaller room, smaller and darker.
She screamed and howled, lashing out with claws and fangs, taking out her frustration and anger on the walls because she couldn't attack anything else, couldn't hunt anything else.
It eventually got to her, too much energy burned away, used up too quickly in too little space, and so she lay down, curled up on her side, fell asleep...
Sam (2)
She woke up next to the boy from the other night, the one who'd trapped her in the small, dark room. She growled under her breath, almost went for the kill, but then remembered.
He had the gun. Had it trained on her and didn't use it. Didn't want to use it, didn't want to hurt her, not the way those other people had.
He woke up then, saw her and his eyes went wide, shocked and sad. He was going to grab her, going to lock her in that room again and she didn't want to go and there was a window right by her side, escape was so close...
She bolted, ran away, ran into the night and roamed the streets, not hunting this time, too distracted. Too many questions she had, too many that the girl had, too many that everyone had. And it wasn't right, nothing about it was right anymore and it hurt, made her feel wrong, made her want to run.
So she did, running 'til she was in territory completely unfamiliar to her or the girl, still looking, seeking, searching. Searching for something that could make this feel right, make this make sense again...
She couldn't find it.
Muse: Madison Owens
Fandom: Supernatural
Words: 815