Things To Bury - Chapter 4
Title: Things To Bury
Author: Winchickster
Genre: Angst/Drama/Romance
Rating: PG-13 for now.
Pairing: Chloe/Dean later on
Summary: Sam has a vision of Chloe, so he and Dean set out to find the mysterious blonde woman.
Legal: I don't own any of the characters. I just like to play with them.
Author's Note: Thanks for the comments guys. This part is all Chloe. Enjoy!
Previous Chapters: ( Chapter 1 ) ( Chapter 2 ) (Chapter 3 )
Chapter 4
Chloe awoke with a choked breath to the smell of burnt rubber and her face pressed into some tall grass. She gasped a few more times, then blinked and lifted her hand to rub some of the grit she felt on her face from around her eyes. It was stuck to her in a sticky mess and was impossible to distinguish it's content in the dark.
She lifted her head slowly to survey her surroundings. A car was nearby and the moon allowed just enough light through the fog to illuminate the massive damage. She was lying in a ditch. Somewhere. Alone.
Panic started to rise up in her as her mind attempted to gain access to some basic information. The last thing she remembered. Nothing. Someone to call. No one. She had enough memory to know that people existed, but she couldn't picture anyone that she knew. In fact, as she racked her mind in pursuit of a memory of herself she came up blank.
The car. Was it hers? What'd she hit? She scrambled to her feet. Desperate for information. For something to kick start her mind. She stumbled over her own feet rushing toward the car. Caught herself before she hit the ground and pushed herself back up with her hands. Sticky hands. Hands that became clearer in the moonlight. Hands covered in blood.
Terror struck her. Was she still bleeding? Where? She began to feel all over her body. Checking all of its parts. Places felt sticky with blood, but nothing hurt. Nothing seemed broken. Who had been bleeding if it wasn't her? Where were they?
Her breath was coming out in shallow gasping pants and she was doing her best not to become hysterical.
She set to the task of looking in the car for some sort of evidence. Something that might help her.
A purse and its contents were sprawled across the front seat. A wallet was open. She snatched it from the bed of broken glass that it sat on. A girl in the drivers license picture. Was it her? She had no idea. She leaned further into the car and moved the review mirror and checked her appearance, nearly screaming at what she saw. It was her. A very bloodied her. She whimpered and tears sprang from her eyes. What the fuck had happened? Who the heck was she? 'Chloe Sullivan' the ID said. Oh God someone please help her. Her lips wobbled while she reigned in her desire to become hysterical.
A phone. Was there a phone? She flung around the various riff-raff that the purse had spilled out. Not caring that her hands were being cut by shards of glass. And there it was. A blue light flashing a signal for a cell phone. She yanked it from its bed of broken glass, lip glosses, tissues, tampons and scraps of paper. Flipped it open and began scrolling through the names. None of them matched the last name on her drivers license. She checked the speed dial and pressed number one. Obviously it'd be someone she knew.
"Hello? Chloe?" A groggy voice answered after the second ring.
Chloe breathed heavily into the phone and began to weep. "H-help me?" she stammered out pathetically.
"Chloe where are you?" He could hear sirens in the distance. Still probably too faint for her.
"I don't know," she choked out to him.
"I'll be right there. Keep talking so I can find you."
"What? I don't know how to tell you where I am," she sniffled at him.
A rush of wind blew right to her and suddenly there was a massive body right beside her. "Chloe? Are you Ok?"
"I - I don't know," she dissolved into tears collapsing into his arms. "I don't know who I am."
Sirens began blaring closer and closer from the distance.
Clark took one look at the blood, the car, and her obviously able body, and in an instant she was rushed out of there.
She was laid gently on a bed and he was gone again, but in less than sixty second he was back. Her mind was playing tricks on her and it was beginning to really scare the hell out of her.
(Next Chapter - Chapter 5)
Author: Winchickster
Genre: Angst/Drama/Romance
Rating: PG-13 for now.
Pairing: Chloe/Dean later on
Summary: Sam has a vision of Chloe, so he and Dean set out to find the mysterious blonde woman.
Legal: I don't own any of the characters. I just like to play with them.
Author's Note: Thanks for the comments guys. This part is all Chloe. Enjoy!
Previous Chapters: ( Chapter 1 ) ( Chapter 2 ) (Chapter 3 )
Chapter 4
Chloe awoke with a choked breath to the smell of burnt rubber and her face pressed into some tall grass. She gasped a few more times, then blinked and lifted her hand to rub some of the grit she felt on her face from around her eyes. It was stuck to her in a sticky mess and was impossible to distinguish it's content in the dark.
She lifted her head slowly to survey her surroundings. A car was nearby and the moon allowed just enough light through the fog to illuminate the massive damage. She was lying in a ditch. Somewhere. Alone.
Panic started to rise up in her as her mind attempted to gain access to some basic information. The last thing she remembered. Nothing. Someone to call. No one. She had enough memory to know that people existed, but she couldn't picture anyone that she knew. In fact, as she racked her mind in pursuit of a memory of herself she came up blank.
The car. Was it hers? What'd she hit? She scrambled to her feet. Desperate for information. For something to kick start her mind. She stumbled over her own feet rushing toward the car. Caught herself before she hit the ground and pushed herself back up with her hands. Sticky hands. Hands that became clearer in the moonlight. Hands covered in blood.
Terror struck her. Was she still bleeding? Where? She began to feel all over her body. Checking all of its parts. Places felt sticky with blood, but nothing hurt. Nothing seemed broken. Who had been bleeding if it wasn't her? Where were they?
Her breath was coming out in shallow gasping pants and she was doing her best not to become hysterical.
She set to the task of looking in the car for some sort of evidence. Something that might help her.
A purse and its contents were sprawled across the front seat. A wallet was open. She snatched it from the bed of broken glass that it sat on. A girl in the drivers license picture. Was it her? She had no idea. She leaned further into the car and moved the review mirror and checked her appearance, nearly screaming at what she saw. It was her. A very bloodied her. She whimpered and tears sprang from her eyes. What the fuck had happened? Who the heck was she? 'Chloe Sullivan' the ID said. Oh God someone please help her. Her lips wobbled while she reigned in her desire to become hysterical.
A phone. Was there a phone? She flung around the various riff-raff that the purse had spilled out. Not caring that her hands were being cut by shards of glass. And there it was. A blue light flashing a signal for a cell phone. She yanked it from its bed of broken glass, lip glosses, tissues, tampons and scraps of paper. Flipped it open and began scrolling through the names. None of them matched the last name on her drivers license. She checked the speed dial and pressed number one. Obviously it'd be someone she knew.
"Hello? Chloe?" A groggy voice answered after the second ring.
Chloe breathed heavily into the phone and began to weep. "H-help me?" she stammered out pathetically.
"Chloe where are you?" He could hear sirens in the distance. Still probably too faint for her.
"I don't know," she choked out to him.
"I'll be right there. Keep talking so I can find you."
"What? I don't know how to tell you where I am," she sniffled at him.
A rush of wind blew right to her and suddenly there was a massive body right beside her. "Chloe? Are you Ok?"
"I - I don't know," she dissolved into tears collapsing into his arms. "I don't know who I am."
Sirens began blaring closer and closer from the distance.
Clark took one look at the blood, the car, and her obviously able body, and in an instant she was rushed out of there.
She was laid gently on a bed and he was gone again, but in less than sixty second he was back. Her mind was playing tricks on her and it was beginning to really scare the hell out of her.
(Next Chapter - Chapter 5)