Ancient Words: Chapter 13: Voices
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: P-13 now, R overall for adult themes. This chapter some 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: You guys get lucky because I have to work tomorrow. So I'm posting this update to my journal early although I won't be posting it to any communities until probably Wed. This Chapter: Dean learns more about his situation and our other heroes move forward.
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) if you need more information, explanations, etc.
Chapter 13 - Voices
The bright splashes of yellow criss-crossing the wall introduced the sun’s arrival to a brand new day.
Dean groaned.
7a.m.
It was way too early He threw his arm over his face to hide the bright morning light. His eyes flew open when he remembered where he was; the events of the last few days.
Sammy!
He sat up in the hospital bed, wincing in pain but uncaring.
“You are ready to go then?” That...thing...was a thorn in his side. Dean’s eyes flew over to meet the endless eyes of the angel.
The thing had guarded him the last day like an errant child, raising his eyebrows every time his thoughts had ventured towards escaping the hospital. And the three times he had ventured from the bed, his little friend had planted himself in front of the door, his huge form filling the escape route.
Twice he was really just trying to take a leak. Innocent...he was innocent. Really. So now, when he looked up at Mikey (he smirked at his hilarity) he was a little surprised to see some kind of acceptance on the chiseled face of his new best friend.
“I’ve been ready to go ever since I woke up.” Dean glared at him, then eased the expression. He didn’t know why, but he really thought that Mike was trying to be helpful. How keeping him away from his brother for the last agonizing day was being helpful, he had no clue. But it looked like he could make his great escape. Finally.
His good pal Mikey was holding out the keys to the Impala like an olive branch.
“You are healed enough to leave, hunter. And while I will be with you, I cannot stay in this form any longer. And I must attend to other details.” This time the big man settled a hand on Dean’s shoulder and smiled gently.
He felt a surge of warmth throughout his body, and the pain from his wound receded slightly. Not all the way, but to a bearable level.
“Man, that’s better than pain pills!” Dean smiled up at him gratefully. “Why couldn’t you have just done that yesterday, then I could have been kicking some butt already.”
“It was not time then.” Dean hated the riddles. But he was ready to go now, and it was well past time.
He just needed to figure out where exactly he could be going. Too bad he couldn’t have a GPS locator implanted in Sam’s behind. As often as the kid was kidnapped, it would come in useful. He ran a hand through his hair and looked up to the angel smirking at him.
“Follow the details you remember, little one.” At Dean’s sharp look up, he smirked again, and then he was gone.
Huh.
He’d never get used to that. And it didn’t matter how many times he thought about it, said it or saw it, he’d never get used to uttering the word “angel” with seriousness. He shook his head. Not to mention, the being’s insistence on kiddie names was a blow to his pride.
Okay. Details....what details did he remember? His eyes widened as he remembered one important clue he had not had time to follow up on. He hoped it wasn’t too late.
He planted his feet firmly on the floor and groaned as a sudden chill worked its way down his backside.
Stupid hospital gowns.
He grasped the back of the stupid gown and pulled the sides closed. He walked over to the long cabinet tucked in the corner and grinned when he saw his clothes nestled inside.
So, he’d get dressed, blow this popsicle stand, and then go on a Larkin hunt. And his brother and the rest of the gang better be okay, or there’d be hell to pay.
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When the bright warmth of the morning sun touched Annie, she started to turn with a soft sigh. But she stilled with a gasp and her eyes flew open to try and understand.
The pain...her whole body was a mass of hurt. But her shoulder - a sob escaped before she could bite her lip - her shoulder radiated intense pain.
She studied her surroundings, trying to remember what was going on. The last few days were a dizzying blur of panic and pain. She remembered it...but only as part of a fuzzy haze. Why did she feel so tired?
As awareness crept slowly over her, she realized she was in the same room as before, at least - she thought so. She slowly tried to work her way into a sitting position, but barely moved before her body sank back down.
That plan a failure, she turned slowly instead, intending to curl on her side. But the pain in her shoulder brought her up short. She couldn’t put any weight on it. Her face screwed up in concentration, she slowly twisted and turned to try and curl on her other side.
It was then that she noticed that her good arm couldn’t move too far anyway. She pursed her lips in frustration when she saw the rope tied around her wrist. Man. She tugged at the rope, and found that it was tied underneath the bed somewhere. Hmm.
She kicked her feet a little and found that they were untied. Her eyes widened.
After being so tightly restrained previously, she was surprised. Considering how weak she felt, though, it was clear she wasn’t as much of a threat.
But still...barely tied, no gag, no blindfold. She almost felt human again. She snorted at the idea. Seriously, how sad was it that she was grateful to be bound to a bed by only one wrist?
Hey...she was even covered. A cool white sheet covered her sore body. She had never been so grateful for a sheet before. Rolling her eyes - when did she grow an attitude? - she considered her options.
She did have options...really...she did. They just didn’t want to present themselves.
Feeling her helplessness, she sighed as she remembered more details from the last few days. Larkin. She didn’t even want to go near those memories. She clenched her eyes shut against them as they came anyway.
She rubbed her face against the pillow to wipe the tears away, frustrated. She wanted to feel strong, she really did. But faced with the memories as they wove through her mind, she had a hard time feeling it.
Really, God...I’m sorry but this is hard. Knowing that God was with her didn’t make this a lot easier to bear. It just made the fear of it all a little easier. Helped her believe that somewhere underneath all the evil plans, God would find a way to work some bit of it for good.
She gritted her teeth, feeling overwhelming anger at her helplessness. She refused to believe that Larkin had really killed everyone. Yet. He had some higher goal in mind. Not just revenge. She could feel it to her bones.
She had to get out of here. Find her brother. Find Andy. Find Sam and Dean. Then they could try to take care of Larkin. But she couldn’t do anything stuck here. God? What now?
Nothing.
Okay, then...
God, help me please...give me strength...help me find the others. They can’t be...I know they’re not dead. Lord...lead me to them, please. Please. Help me fight. God. Help me fight.
The soft mantra repeated long after she opened her eyes. She blinked heavily against the light of the room, hating how weak she felt.
She drew in a deep breath and pushed the pain aside as she pulled her legs to her chest and threw them to the side in one fluid movement. She used the momentum to slide to the floor.
She took a deep breath, again trying to stem the rush of pain.
She pulled on her tether, testing it’s strength. She was surprised to see it wasn’t really tied all that tightly. She pulled as hard as she could. Okay, it was tight enough. Or she was a wimp. Either way, she would have to have some help getting that rope loose.
She looked around, then rolled her eyes at the helplessness that again overwhelmed her. Come on, God, help me out here. . .get me out of here. . .
She hated feeling so weak. She leaned into the side of the bed, resting her pounding head against the mattress. Sighing in weariness. She decided she would at least try to feel a little more decent.
The slight movement had caused her to shiver as the cool stagnant air hit her now exposed body. She was really tired of being naked. Pulling vehemently at the loose sheet on top of the bed, she felt it slide free and grabbed it as it floated down to rest beside her.
Shaking with the pain the movement caused her, she spent several minutes winding the cool cloth around her body. She finally collapsed against the side of the bed again. She was covered up again, but she was still trapped.
What now?
The slight noise of the doorknob turning caused her to panic slightly. Oh, God, give me strength here...please...
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Outside the warmth of a new day permeated the chill in the little chicken coop.
Bobby stirred first, staring into Sam’s face and blinking his brown eyes as a lone tear escaped.
His head hurt.
He turned his head and nestled more firmly against Sam’s warm form.
Weird.
Bobby pulled away to study Sam again. He was really hot. Should he be that hot?
He remembered when he had been sick, and Annie said something about a fever. It was a bad thing and made you really hot. And it looked like Sam might have one. ‘Cause he didn’t have a shirt on and he was still really hot. Bobby shivered. He was still cold.
He thought for a minute and then sat up, looking around the little smelly room they were in. There was lots of straw though, and he couldn’t really see around it, so he stood up carefully.
That made him dizzy so he closed his eyes for a minute and took a deep breath. When he opened his eyes again he looked around from his new view. And he saw the pail of water in the corner.
Bobby remembered how Annie made him feel better when he was sick
“Here sweetie, this will make you feel better.” Annie brought a cold washcloth to rest on his forehead and it felt so good.
The water would help Sam. He grabbed the blanket that was still sitting where he had slept and took it over to the bucket of water.
That was when he realized he was thirsty.
He eyed the water and looked back at Sam and swallowed. Just a quick drink. He dropped the blanket and cupped his hands and took a big drink of the water. It was cold and felt so good when he swallowed it. He wanted more, but he thought that Sam needed some too. He cupped his hands and tried not to lose too much water as he walked carefully over to where Sam slept.
“Sam-mie?” He looked at his friend. He didn’t move. He lowered his hands to let some water drop a little at a time into his mouth. Sam made a gurgling sound so he stopped and dripped the rest of the water over his forehead instead. Sam coughed and swallowed deeply.
“Dean?” Sammie’s eyes were closed, and Bobby studied him. He wanted Dean. His brother. He swallowed and felt the wet on his eyes again. He wanted Annie too.
Maybe when Sam woke up they could find Annie and Dean. He nodded. Maybe that was what they could do.
He went back over the water and took another drink. And another. He swiped his mouth and then grabbed part of the blanket and put it in the water. He pulled it out and held it carefully as he dragged the blanket back over to Sam.
He wiped the wet blanket over Sam’s face and then his chest. He was all sweaty. Yucky. He wiped as much of the sweaty wet away that he could with the blanket and then set the damp blanket on Sam’s forehead.
He was still cold.
He looked down at Sam and stumbled to rest on the other side of him. He curled up beside Sam and pulled his arm out, resting his head on his shoulder. Then he pulled his arm around him like a blanket.
His eyes drifted shut and he whispered softly as he fell asleep.
“Annie. Hep. Miss Annie.”
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Annie was wishing desperately she could be somewhere else. She eyed the turning of the doorknob with fear, even while mentally trying to prepare herself.
She couldn’t help the tremor that shook her body, or the tear that leaked from the corner of her eye. She huddled against the side of the bed.
Head high, child.
She looked around quickly, but didn’t have time to ponder the voice in her head as she again came to look at the man from her nightmares.
She decided to listen to the voice in her head; it didn’t seem too crazy.
She held her head up high and glared at Larkin as he entered the room and looked down on her.
She wrapped her arms around herself, wishing she could stop the trembling. But her eyes still burned as she stared at Larkin eye to eye, unflinching.
He laughed.
He laughed at her.
She narrowed her eyes as she considered him. He lowered himself to sit on the back of his feet as he leaned closer to her.
“And where do you think you’re going?” So calm. So casual. She almost flinched. Almost. But she caught herself.
“Anywhere but here would be great.”
His eyes widened and he leaned until he was just inches from her face.
NOW!
Huh?
She didn’t take any time to think, she pulled her head back far and then rammed it as hard as she could into the face in front of her. He fell backwards like a fallen log, hard and heavy.
For the first time in her life, Annie smiled at the pain of another. And OUCH! Her head wasn’t quite hard enough for that hit either.
When he didn’t move, she looked around hurriedly to see how she could take advantage of this..
Give me strength, Lord, Please!
She blinked her eyes, trying to stem the dizziness she was now feeling. Studying the leg sprawled in front of her she said a quick prayer of thanks. For there, peaking from under the bunched leg of Larkin’s jeans, was a knife.
She about sobbed in relief as she slid the knife free and started working on the rope around her wrist. It frayed open a moment later and she stopped herself from throwing the knife to the floor. She might be able to use it later. Grasping it tightly, she urged her sore body to stand.
It took a couple of dizzying minutes, literally. The room did not want to stop spinning. But she finally made it to her feet, swaying still. She fell lightly into the wall and used it to steady herself as she moved to the doorway.
She peeked out the doorway and with a sigh of relief noted the hallway was empty.
Bobby. Where would she find her brother? She needed to find him, desperately. She knew there were others around, that worked with Larkin. She couldn’t be caught again.
She shuddered. She was so cold. She needed to get moving.
She stepped out of the room and held onto the wall as the world around her continued to spin. She only saw one other doorway in this hallway and made her way slowly over to it. Maybe Bobby was in there.
First she listened at the doorway. She could barely make out the sound of soft breathing.
She turned the knob, frowning when it didn’t want to turn. Oh. It was locked. She flipped the lock mechanism and again turned the knob, relieved when it turned this time.
She peered into the room and let her eyes adjust to the darkness. The figure in the corner drew her attention. She couldn’t help her gasp.
Oh Dear Lord.
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Hm - what could she have possibly found? I'm not telling .... *sticks tongue out and runs away*
Characters: Sam, Dean, OFC, OMC (child), OMC ; no pairings
Spoilers: None really, unless you've not seen Season one, to Nightmare
Warnings: P-13 now, R overall for adult themes. This chapter some 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: You guys get lucky because I have to work tomorrow. So I'm posting this update to my journal early although I won't be posting it to any communities until probably Wed. This Chapter: Dean learns more about his situation and our other heroes move forward.
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) if you need more information, explanations, etc.
Chapter 13 - Voices
The bright splashes of yellow criss-crossing the wall introduced the sun’s arrival to a brand new day.
Dean groaned.
7a.m.
It was way too early He threw his arm over his face to hide the bright morning light. His eyes flew open when he remembered where he was; the events of the last few days.
Sammy!
He sat up in the hospital bed, wincing in pain but uncaring.
“You are ready to go then?” That...thing...was a thorn in his side. Dean’s eyes flew over to meet the endless eyes of the angel.
The thing had guarded him the last day like an errant child, raising his eyebrows every time his thoughts had ventured towards escaping the hospital. And the three times he had ventured from the bed, his little friend had planted himself in front of the door, his huge form filling the escape route.
Twice he was really just trying to take a leak. Innocent...he was innocent. Really. So now, when he looked up at Mikey (he smirked at his hilarity) he was a little surprised to see some kind of acceptance on the chiseled face of his new best friend.
“I’ve been ready to go ever since I woke up.” Dean glared at him, then eased the expression. He didn’t know why, but he really thought that Mike was trying to be helpful. How keeping him away from his brother for the last agonizing day was being helpful, he had no clue. But it looked like he could make his great escape. Finally.
His good pal Mikey was holding out the keys to the Impala like an olive branch.
“You are healed enough to leave, hunter. And while I will be with you, I cannot stay in this form any longer. And I must attend to other details.” This time the big man settled a hand on Dean’s shoulder and smiled gently.
He felt a surge of warmth throughout his body, and the pain from his wound receded slightly. Not all the way, but to a bearable level.
“Man, that’s better than pain pills!” Dean smiled up at him gratefully. “Why couldn’t you have just done that yesterday, then I could have been kicking some butt already.”
“It was not time then.” Dean hated the riddles. But he was ready to go now, and it was well past time.
He just needed to figure out where exactly he could be going. Too bad he couldn’t have a GPS locator implanted in Sam’s behind. As often as the kid was kidnapped, it would come in useful. He ran a hand through his hair and looked up to the angel smirking at him.
“Follow the details you remember, little one.” At Dean’s sharp look up, he smirked again, and then he was gone.
Huh.
He’d never get used to that. And it didn’t matter how many times he thought about it, said it or saw it, he’d never get used to uttering the word “angel” with seriousness. He shook his head. Not to mention, the being’s insistence on kiddie names was a blow to his pride.
Okay. Details....what details did he remember? His eyes widened as he remembered one important clue he had not had time to follow up on. He hoped it wasn’t too late.
He planted his feet firmly on the floor and groaned as a sudden chill worked its way down his backside.
Stupid hospital gowns.
He grasped the back of the stupid gown and pulled the sides closed. He walked over to the long cabinet tucked in the corner and grinned when he saw his clothes nestled inside.
So, he’d get dressed, blow this popsicle stand, and then go on a Larkin hunt. And his brother and the rest of the gang better be okay, or there’d be hell to pay.
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When the bright warmth of the morning sun touched Annie, she started to turn with a soft sigh. But she stilled with a gasp and her eyes flew open to try and understand.
The pain...her whole body was a mass of hurt. But her shoulder - a sob escaped before she could bite her lip - her shoulder radiated intense pain.
She studied her surroundings, trying to remember what was going on. The last few days were a dizzying blur of panic and pain. She remembered it...but only as part of a fuzzy haze. Why did she feel so tired?
As awareness crept slowly over her, she realized she was in the same room as before, at least - she thought so. She slowly tried to work her way into a sitting position, but barely moved before her body sank back down.
That plan a failure, she turned slowly instead, intending to curl on her side. But the pain in her shoulder brought her up short. She couldn’t put any weight on it. Her face screwed up in concentration, she slowly twisted and turned to try and curl on her other side.
It was then that she noticed that her good arm couldn’t move too far anyway. She pursed her lips in frustration when she saw the rope tied around her wrist. Man. She tugged at the rope, and found that it was tied underneath the bed somewhere. Hmm.
She kicked her feet a little and found that they were untied. Her eyes widened.
After being so tightly restrained previously, she was surprised. Considering how weak she felt, though, it was clear she wasn’t as much of a threat.
But still...barely tied, no gag, no blindfold. She almost felt human again. She snorted at the idea. Seriously, how sad was it that she was grateful to be bound to a bed by only one wrist?
Hey...she was even covered. A cool white sheet covered her sore body. She had never been so grateful for a sheet before. Rolling her eyes - when did she grow an attitude? - she considered her options.
She did have options...really...she did. They just didn’t want to present themselves.
Feeling her helplessness, she sighed as she remembered more details from the last few days. Larkin. She didn’t even want to go near those memories. She clenched her eyes shut against them as they came anyway.
She rubbed her face against the pillow to wipe the tears away, frustrated. She wanted to feel strong, she really did. But faced with the memories as they wove through her mind, she had a hard time feeling it.
Really, God...I’m sorry but this is hard. Knowing that God was with her didn’t make this a lot easier to bear. It just made the fear of it all a little easier. Helped her believe that somewhere underneath all the evil plans, God would find a way to work some bit of it for good.
She gritted her teeth, feeling overwhelming anger at her helplessness. She refused to believe that Larkin had really killed everyone. Yet. He had some higher goal in mind. Not just revenge. She could feel it to her bones.
She had to get out of here. Find her brother. Find Andy. Find Sam and Dean. Then they could try to take care of Larkin. But she couldn’t do anything stuck here. God? What now?
Nothing.
Okay, then...
God, help me please...give me strength...help me find the others. They can’t be...I know they’re not dead. Lord...lead me to them, please. Please. Help me fight. God. Help me fight.
The soft mantra repeated long after she opened her eyes. She blinked heavily against the light of the room, hating how weak she felt.
She drew in a deep breath and pushed the pain aside as she pulled her legs to her chest and threw them to the side in one fluid movement. She used the momentum to slide to the floor.
She took a deep breath, again trying to stem the rush of pain.
She pulled on her tether, testing it’s strength. She was surprised to see it wasn’t really tied all that tightly. She pulled as hard as she could. Okay, it was tight enough. Or she was a wimp. Either way, she would have to have some help getting that rope loose.
She looked around, then rolled her eyes at the helplessness that again overwhelmed her. Come on, God, help me out here. . .get me out of here. . .
She hated feeling so weak. She leaned into the side of the bed, resting her pounding head against the mattress. Sighing in weariness. She decided she would at least try to feel a little more decent.
The slight movement had caused her to shiver as the cool stagnant air hit her now exposed body. She was really tired of being naked. Pulling vehemently at the loose sheet on top of the bed, she felt it slide free and grabbed it as it floated down to rest beside her.
Shaking with the pain the movement caused her, she spent several minutes winding the cool cloth around her body. She finally collapsed against the side of the bed again. She was covered up again, but she was still trapped.
What now?
The slight noise of the doorknob turning caused her to panic slightly. Oh, God, give me strength here...please...
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Outside the warmth of a new day permeated the chill in the little chicken coop.
Bobby stirred first, staring into Sam’s face and blinking his brown eyes as a lone tear escaped.
His head hurt.
He turned his head and nestled more firmly against Sam’s warm form.
Weird.
Bobby pulled away to study Sam again. He was really hot. Should he be that hot?
He remembered when he had been sick, and Annie said something about a fever. It was a bad thing and made you really hot. And it looked like Sam might have one. ‘Cause he didn’t have a shirt on and he was still really hot. Bobby shivered. He was still cold.
He thought for a minute and then sat up, looking around the little smelly room they were in. There was lots of straw though, and he couldn’t really see around it, so he stood up carefully.
That made him dizzy so he closed his eyes for a minute and took a deep breath. When he opened his eyes again he looked around from his new view. And he saw the pail of water in the corner.
Bobby remembered how Annie made him feel better when he was sick
“Here sweetie, this will make you feel better.” Annie brought a cold washcloth to rest on his forehead and it felt so good.
The water would help Sam. He grabbed the blanket that was still sitting where he had slept and took it over to the bucket of water.
That was when he realized he was thirsty.
He eyed the water and looked back at Sam and swallowed. Just a quick drink. He dropped the blanket and cupped his hands and took a big drink of the water. It was cold and felt so good when he swallowed it. He wanted more, but he thought that Sam needed some too. He cupped his hands and tried not to lose too much water as he walked carefully over to where Sam slept.
“Sam-mie?” He looked at his friend. He didn’t move. He lowered his hands to let some water drop a little at a time into his mouth. Sam made a gurgling sound so he stopped and dripped the rest of the water over his forehead instead. Sam coughed and swallowed deeply.
“Dean?” Sammie’s eyes were closed, and Bobby studied him. He wanted Dean. His brother. He swallowed and felt the wet on his eyes again. He wanted Annie too.
Maybe when Sam woke up they could find Annie and Dean. He nodded. Maybe that was what they could do.
He went back over the water and took another drink. And another. He swiped his mouth and then grabbed part of the blanket and put it in the water. He pulled it out and held it carefully as he dragged the blanket back over to Sam.
He wiped the wet blanket over Sam’s face and then his chest. He was all sweaty. Yucky. He wiped as much of the sweaty wet away that he could with the blanket and then set the damp blanket on Sam’s forehead.
He was still cold.
He looked down at Sam and stumbled to rest on the other side of him. He curled up beside Sam and pulled his arm out, resting his head on his shoulder. Then he pulled his arm around him like a blanket.
His eyes drifted shut and he whispered softly as he fell asleep.
“Annie. Hep. Miss Annie.”
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Annie was wishing desperately she could be somewhere else. She eyed the turning of the doorknob with fear, even while mentally trying to prepare herself.
She couldn’t help the tremor that shook her body, or the tear that leaked from the corner of her eye. She huddled against the side of the bed.
Head high, child.
She looked around quickly, but didn’t have time to ponder the voice in her head as she again came to look at the man from her nightmares.
She decided to listen to the voice in her head; it didn’t seem too crazy.
She held her head up high and glared at Larkin as he entered the room and looked down on her.
She wrapped her arms around herself, wishing she could stop the trembling. But her eyes still burned as she stared at Larkin eye to eye, unflinching.
He laughed.
He laughed at her.
She narrowed her eyes as she considered him. He lowered himself to sit on the back of his feet as he leaned closer to her.
“And where do you think you’re going?” So calm. So casual. She almost flinched. Almost. But she caught herself.
“Anywhere but here would be great.”
His eyes widened and he leaned until he was just inches from her face.
NOW!
Huh?
She didn’t take any time to think, she pulled her head back far and then rammed it as hard as she could into the face in front of her. He fell backwards like a fallen log, hard and heavy.
For the first time in her life, Annie smiled at the pain of another. And OUCH! Her head wasn’t quite hard enough for that hit either.
When he didn’t move, she looked around hurriedly to see how she could take advantage of this..
Give me strength, Lord, Please!
She blinked her eyes, trying to stem the dizziness she was now feeling. Studying the leg sprawled in front of her she said a quick prayer of thanks. For there, peaking from under the bunched leg of Larkin’s jeans, was a knife.
She about sobbed in relief as she slid the knife free and started working on the rope around her wrist. It frayed open a moment later and she stopped herself from throwing the knife to the floor. She might be able to use it later. Grasping it tightly, she urged her sore body to stand.
It took a couple of dizzying minutes, literally. The room did not want to stop spinning. But she finally made it to her feet, swaying still. She fell lightly into the wall and used it to steady herself as she moved to the doorway.
She peeked out the doorway and with a sigh of relief noted the hallway was empty.
Bobby. Where would she find her brother? She needed to find him, desperately. She knew there were others around, that worked with Larkin. She couldn’t be caught again.
She shuddered. She was so cold. She needed to get moving.
She stepped out of the room and held onto the wall as the world around her continued to spin. She only saw one other doorway in this hallway and made her way slowly over to it. Maybe Bobby was in there.
First she listened at the doorway. She could barely make out the sound of soft breathing.
She turned the knob, frowning when it didn’t want to turn. Oh. It was locked. She flipped the lock mechanism and again turned the knob, relieved when it turned this time.
She peered into the room and let her eyes adjust to the darkness. The figure in the corner drew her attention. She couldn’t help her gasp.
Oh Dear Lord.
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Hm - what could she have possibly found? I'm not telling .... *sticks tongue out and runs away*