Post by K on Feb 8, 2009 7:15:59 GMT -5
She was tied tightly to a giant block of ice, naked, in the middle of black nothing. She screamed and screamed with pain as the ice burned her skin. She tried to squirm, tried to get one inch of skin of the ice but she could not. The cords that tied her arms out to either side of her and her legs down cruelly bit into her skin, pushing her against the ice. She had been there for forever. So long that the ice melted to her shape but the cords stayed tight. Even over her screaming she could hear the new sound. Purring, coming fromthe direction of her feet. She was silent, instantly, then pleading.
"Help, God no! Help me! No!" She heard sibilant luaghter. And a voice from the direction of the purring said.
"God can't help you here." A black cat jumped up onto the ice block between her legs then walked onto her belly. It's claws were out leaving little puncture wounds were they touched her skin. She was sobbing. Suddenly, she felt the ice grow under her head and upper body, lifting her so that she could see the cat standing on her. It sat and said.
"God will not save you from Hell. You are mine." She could see the white fangs of the horrid little beast as it spoke. It put a paw to her face. Where the claws touched, rivers of blood sprouted and flowed down her face. Then it attacked, still purring. It clawed and bit at her face with strength unknown to earthly cats, mangling her face quickly. It had already scratched out both her eyes and her cheeks were devoid of skin and most muscle. She was screaming with renewed force, trying to get away, but she could not move. the worst part about it was that she didn't desensitize from shock. Se could feel everything with superhuman clarity. The cords, the ice, the enamel of the teeth. It bit and clawed until. . .
"Erin. . . ERIN!" She was being shaked. "Erin wkae up! It's just a dream!" Her eyes opened suddenly to see a concerned face and her arms shot out, pushing it away. There was the sound of stumbling and a little, "ouch" as she sat up with a start. She was confused. Was she still in hell? What was going on? Then she remembered. It had been almost a year since she had been rescued from hell. She was a hunter now. She killed demons, demons like she would have turned into if she had stayed in hell longer, among other things.
Erin shook her head of the remaining dispair. She took a deep breath and let her head fall back to the cheap motel pillow.
"Sorry." She sounded like she meant it. She was tired of the nightmares. From the light coming through the curtains in the window she could tell she made it through all of the night before the nightmare which was an accomplishment.
"S'alright, just a flesh wound." Said the companion who woke her. His voice was the only thing that betrayed his age. It was young, usually filled with mirth, but now concerned. He walked to her bending his body so he could face her in her horizontal position. He had scruffy red hair, bright green eyes, and a mouth that was meant for smiling. He looked about twenty one but in truth he was eighteen.
"Yeah, but I am always waking you up. you should ditch my insane self and take up a different profession. Your too young to put your life and soul on the line." Erin worried about him. She saw a sincere, funny, youthful guy who has been untainted by the cynicism of the world and didn't like to think that such a pure, true person could get into the profesion of not only killing, but killing darkest, most dangerous things to walk on earth and in hell.
"Bah! How many monsters have I killed with you?" His eyebrows lifted in amusment and the familiar, interminable smile smashed back onto his face.
"If I remember right, it was just the one vampire. Remember? The one I rescued you from." Erin didn't smile, but you could see she was happy in her eyes. They twinkled. She sat up again, pulling the sheets on her bed up and around her to keep her warm. The boy also sat on the bed.
"And speaking of that!" He pointed his finger, bringing it down in a tapping motion to accentuate his words. "Where are all the monster? We have been looking for two months!"
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"Help, God no! Help me! No!" She heard sibilant luaghter. And a voice from the direction of the purring said.
"God can't help you here." A black cat jumped up onto the ice block between her legs then walked onto her belly. It's claws were out leaving little puncture wounds were they touched her skin. She was sobbing. Suddenly, she felt the ice grow under her head and upper body, lifting her so that she could see the cat standing on her. It sat and said.
"God will not save you from Hell. You are mine." She could see the white fangs of the horrid little beast as it spoke. It put a paw to her face. Where the claws touched, rivers of blood sprouted and flowed down her face. Then it attacked, still purring. It clawed and bit at her face with strength unknown to earthly cats, mangling her face quickly. It had already scratched out both her eyes and her cheeks were devoid of skin and most muscle. She was screaming with renewed force, trying to get away, but she could not move. the worst part about it was that she didn't desensitize from shock. Se could feel everything with superhuman clarity. The cords, the ice, the enamel of the teeth. It bit and clawed until. . .
"Erin. . . ERIN!" She was being shaked. "Erin wkae up! It's just a dream!" Her eyes opened suddenly to see a concerned face and her arms shot out, pushing it away. There was the sound of stumbling and a little, "ouch" as she sat up with a start. She was confused. Was she still in hell? What was going on? Then she remembered. It had been almost a year since she had been rescued from hell. She was a hunter now. She killed demons, demons like she would have turned into if she had stayed in hell longer, among other things.
Erin shook her head of the remaining dispair. She took a deep breath and let her head fall back to the cheap motel pillow.
"Sorry." She sounded like she meant it. She was tired of the nightmares. From the light coming through the curtains in the window she could tell she made it through all of the night before the nightmare which was an accomplishment.
"S'alright, just a flesh wound." Said the companion who woke her. His voice was the only thing that betrayed his age. It was young, usually filled with mirth, but now concerned. He walked to her bending his body so he could face her in her horizontal position. He had scruffy red hair, bright green eyes, and a mouth that was meant for smiling. He looked about twenty one but in truth he was eighteen.
"Yeah, but I am always waking you up. you should ditch my insane self and take up a different profession. Your too young to put your life and soul on the line." Erin worried about him. She saw a sincere, funny, youthful guy who has been untainted by the cynicism of the world and didn't like to think that such a pure, true person could get into the profesion of not only killing, but killing darkest, most dangerous things to walk on earth and in hell.
"Bah! How many monsters have I killed with you?" His eyebrows lifted in amusment and the familiar, interminable smile smashed back onto his face.
"If I remember right, it was just the one vampire. Remember? The one I rescued you from." Erin didn't smile, but you could see she was happy in her eyes. They twinkled. She sat up again, pulling the sheets on her bed up and around her to keep her warm. The boy also sat on the bed.
"And speaking of that!" He pointed his finger, bringing it down in a tapping motion to accentuate his words. "Where are all the monster? We have been looking for two months!"
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