Ancient Words - Ch. 9 "The Strong and the Weak" Pt 2
Title/Chapter: Ancient Words - Ch. 9 - "The Strong and the Weak"
Author: Supernatural Mommy
Characters: Sam, Dean, OFC, OMC (child), OMC ; no pairings
Spoilers: None really, unless you've not seen Season one, to Nightmare
Warnings: PG-13 now, R overall for adult themes. This chapter heavy religious references: Overall rated for language, violence (including non-con acts depicted with OC's and torture) hurt/comfort, religious references (seriously, this story uses lots of religious references, so if that bothers you, please don't read) I will try to label each chapter appropriately
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em *pity*, but new characters are my own creation.
Summary: The Winchesters and their friends face ferocious attack.
Author's Notes: Sequel to Look Into His Eyes. Please read through my author's notes Here (from first chapter) and Here (Chapter listing and summary with some minor plot spoilers) Previous chapters are at my journal.
Author’s Notes 2: IMPORTANT! This chapter deals with sensitive subject matters and may not be suitable for all readers. This includes a non-graphic depiction of rape and lots of religious elements.
Ancient Words Ch 9 "The Strong and the Weak"
He watched from a chair in the corner of the room.
His eyes took in the woman that was now his, and they gleamed. In the past days he had waited for this moment.
Prepared.
Practiced.
He hadn’t decided what her fate would be yet.
For now, he was content to just watch her.
He studied her carefully, taking in the smooth skin of her cheek. The gag was a necessity. He would love to hear her screams, but he didn’t want her alerting his other house guests. He planned for her to scream . . . a lot.
His eyes narrowed as he caught the scent of awareness from her. He saw the tension in her arms and legs as she struggled. He caught the whimper from deep within her throat. He could almost smell the fear.
He stepped forward with anticipation, drawing his favorite switchblade.
It was time to play.
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Annie struggled to calm her frantic body. The tension in her arms and legs was really hurting, especially now that someone was leaning on the bed. Now they were leaning on her and that knife was back.
She was a little ashamed of herself for screaming when they had held the knife to her throat before. She didn’t want to show them that fear. She wanted to stay strong and figure a way out of this. She suddenly stilled completely, her thoughts coming to a dead stop.
The knife was trailing down her throat and it was going...where...no! Under the blindfold she squeezed her eyes shut as the knife slowly sliced through her shirt and bra. She couldn’t help the tears that wet the blindfold. She wouldn’t make any sound, she wouldn’t give that satisfaction. But she couldn’t help the tears.
Oh God! I’m so scared here. Lord, please, please...please don’t let this be what I think it is...Lord, God. No, please. I’m not that strong. Please God.
Her panic usually turned to prayers, and this time was no exception. Except she didn’t think she had ever felt such fear and repulsion, and, oh..no! The knife was sawing through her jeans, up one leg. And a minute later, down the other.
The knife was gone, and so were all of her clothes. Now she was cold. And terrified. She backed away into her mind to try and get away from her hell.
Despite the promise to herself, she couldn’t help the scream when she felt the knife again, this time slicing her skin. She felt the sting of a small wound left behind. Barely having time to process what was happening, the knife came down again. Another small wound. And another. They moved, applying a little more pressure sometimes, others almost tickling rather than cutting.
She didn’t know how long they did this little game of theirs.
It felt like her entire body was a mass of cuts, some deep, some barely welts. She could feel the heaviness of blood congealing all over her body. Her arms and legs trembled, beyond the ability to cope with the constant strain of their restraints.
She was unable to cry any more, and unwilling to scream, or whimper. She prayed silently and tried, desperately, not to think about what they were doing to her body. When the presence left suddenly, she dared not relax.
But finally, with utter exhaustion, she relaxed into her bonds and tried to ignore the shooting pains through her limbs. Her entire body felt like it was bruised and bloody.
Oh, dear Lord, give me strength. I don’t know this is...and God..I don’t know if I can do this. I am not strong enough...please Lord...give me strength. Don’t let me show them weakness. Please Lord...
She would have continued her prayer but she felt a jarring sensation on the bed. The tears she thought had run dry started again. Not now, not this. God NO! Please! Her screams to God were not to be answered as the body settled on top of her, roughly pushing her against her restraints and ...oh God...she couldn’t...she wouldn’t...She shook her head, uncaring if they thought it weakness.
She finally forced herself through a door in her mind, and behind that door she ignored what was happening with her body. She ignored the pain. She ignored the soul-wrenching hurt this act inflicted on her. She refused to feel this. She pushed the emotions, shoving until she couldn’t push against them any further. In her mind, she rocked just like her brother often did, trying to soothe what could not be soothed.
Oh God, why? How do I do this...Lord? She screamed within her mind, long and loudly. God, help me, please. I don’t know what to do from here. I can’t get out of this by myself. And I am so scared. I can’t...I don’t know what to do with this, Lord. It hurts so bad! I feel like my soul is dying here Lord. How do I fight this. Please lord, help me. Please?
Finally, gratefully, she succumbed to the darkness of unconsciousness.
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Reelaiah paced beneath the veil, his wings quivering in agitation. What his charge was enduring was something that should not be happening. He fisted his generous hands and turned his gaze heavenward.
Gauging the direction of Annie’s heartrending prayers, the angel stood to full attention, wings unfurled in shimmering, quivering brilliance. He raised arms to the heavens and let tears fall freely from his face. His expression was one of deep sorrow. He wept for his charge.
Dear Lord, it is time to minister to the little one. I ask for You to help strengthen her. Help renew in her a purpose, despite the pain of her body and mind. Give me the words, Lord.
Here he nodded grimly, and allowed the wisdom of his Father above to take root.
It was time.
He trembled in trepidation as he felt the change in his charge’s countenance. She was now deep within her mind, and her body had fallen into deep unconsciousness. He concentrated, and soon was looking into Annie’s safe room within her mind.
He studied his charge as she rocked, the soothing motion doing nothing to truly calm her battered soul. She sensed him before he said anything and looked up sharply. He gentled his angered spirit and moved to stand in front of her.
“You’re not real. Just teasing me by being here.” She glared at him, speaking through clenched teeth. “Go away.”
She squeezed her eyes shut and Reelaiah mourned for her lost spirit.
“Child, I am very much real. This I promise you.” The softly spoken words stilled her rocking and she looked up at him, still unsure. He crouched in front of her and gazed into her eyes and she gasped at the truth revealed there.
“Why?” The broken word hit the angel and he looked heavenward for strength before attempting to answer. He settled to the ground at her feet.
“The evil in this world cannot be explained, child. And it seldom strikes fairly, justly. In this, be comforted: what evil means for the darkness, and to hurt you, the Lord will mean for good, and to help many.”
Annie watched him, tears still cascading down her cheeks.
She looked at the angel and the expression of hurt and confusion wounded the angel.
“What good can come of this? This...what happened to me...what good can possibly come of that?” She looked back down at her knees. Her continued trembling broke the angel’s heart and he again looked heavenward with a heavy heart. She didn’t wait for an answer. “How can I possibly help many like this? He has me tied up like an animal. I can’t see out there. I can’t talk. I’m helpless!”
“I cannot attempt to explain the reasoning behind what the evil one does. But child, know this. You are not weak. You are a child of God. His strength is yours, always.” She looked at him, so hurt. This human seemed so small, and fragile. “In your weakness, use God, child. And remember His words.”
She blinked.
Looking at him, she slowly drew a breath in. And then she closed her eyes, tears still leaking through her lashes.
“Therefore I take pleasure in infirmities, in reproaches, in necessities, in persecutions, in distresses for Christ’s sake: for when I am weak, then am I strong.”
But her voice broke as she recited the verse and she shook her head and sobbed.
“But this?”
The heavenly being regarded her gravely before speaking.
“Child, this evil...the one hurting you...he plans much more than to hurt you and the others. The power he craves comes from pure darkness. He would seek out possession. But the one who possesses him will want much more.” His eyes flashed.
“But, we took care of the possession before. Couldn’t we just do it again?” She gazed up at him.
“ This evil is different, with different plans, than the one you exorcized before. Once controlling a body, the evil inside would have access to you, and Bobby, and Sam. Your gifts would entice him, tempt him to do so much more. You would all be pawns in his attempt to open the veil between the evil spirits and this realm.” Annie’s gasp lifted his eyes to study her.
“But what do we have to do with it. I can’t do anything with the..abilities...or gifts...or whatever they are. I can’t control them. I don’t think Sam can either. And what do you mean about Bobby? He’s just a boy.” Her voice held a small spark of frustration.
“There is much you cannot understand, little one. But know this, your powers and the other one’s powers, they are parts of the whole. Your brother has a gift and his is the key. None can be effective without the other.”
Annie nodded. The angel saw the direction of her memories. It had taken many to dispel the demon within the evil one the first time. He nodded, pleased to see her understanding.
“Now, know this, child. And remember it: The Lord uses the smallest to bring down the mightiest, the weakest to bring down the strongest, and the strongest...sometimes...to protect them all.”
She looked at him, her soft brown eyes widening.
“But I’m still stuck there. . .” She broke off, her teeth biting her lower lip. “ I can’t do anything while I’m there. Like that. And he’s...hurting me back there.”
The angel nodded gravely.
“God is faithful, little one. He will not let you be hurt beyond what you can bear. His Word promises, remember?” The angel leaned in until his face was mere inches from hers and placed a gentle hand on hers. “He will provide a way out, somehow. You must be patient. And watchful for the opportunity. Do you understand, little one?”
Annie nodded somewhat uncertainly.
“Your testing is not over, child. The evil one will attempt to break your will, your spirit. He would even seek to crush your faith. You cannot allow this. Stay strong in the Word, and steadfast in your faith, little one. You will have a chance to fight, be ready for it.” He nodded seriously at her before standing to his full height. She watched as his wings opened to their full width, her eyes wide. He smiled gently at her. Sadly.
“Remember all I have said, little one...remember...” As he started to shimmer away from her thoughts, he spoke more. “Be strong, I will be with you, even when you cannot see me. You are protected...”
His words were a soft whisper as he faded from her view.
Annie looked around, sighed, and bent her head back down.
While she could, she would pray, and remember the angel’s words.
But she wasn’t sure about being a part of this whole thing. She felt anything but strong right now. In fact, the thought of returning to consciousness scared her silly. She understood that this wasn’t just a matter of keeping the faith, but of clinging to it, of hoping. And the angel had said to be ready for a chance to fight. She could do that … she could hang on until she could fight. Maybe she could make a difference, at least save Bobby.
She took a deep breath.
And started to pray.