Hunter (Supernatural Fanfic)

Breakout

I screamed as the whip came down on my raw skin again, burning a fiery path down my back. I coughed, drawing in a rattling breath. I was slumped forward, being held up only by the chains around my hands. My wrists were mangled and bloody. I don't know how much time had passed; time is irrelevant here. I'd endured every type of torture possible; classic whippings to having me slit my own wrists. I've died many times, only to reappear where I started. But I wasn't stupid. I've been planning for a long time now. The demon who was in charge of my torture put down his whip, grinning at me.

"Time's up. Get back in your pen." It hissed, undoing the chains. I purposely fell towards it, landing on its chest. My hand slipped into its pocket, snatching the key before it could push me away. I fell to the floor, the breath abandoning my lungs. I put my forehead on the hot ground, my mouth discreetly searching for the key i'd dropped. When I found it, I placed the smoldering metal under my tongue, ignoring the pain. The demon snarled and grabbed my arm, yanking me up and towards my cage. My eyes scanned all the other prisoners until I found Daniel. When we neared his cage, I tripped over my own feet, crying out softly to attract Daniel's attention. When he looked over, I tugged at my earlobe, our secret signal for get ready. Daniel nodded, hope rising in his sad grey eyes. The demon pulled my hair, forcing me forward again. He threw me against the bars of my cage, causing the key in my mouth to pierce my tongue. I yelped, but the demon ignored me and threw me into the cage. I crawled over to the corner, drawing my legs up to my chest. My cage was just big enough to let me stand up. It had stone walls all around, except for the door, which was made of vertical bars, just like a prison cell. The demon snarled at me and slammed the door shut. It looked so human, I thought, but acted like such an animal. Smiling, I spit into my hand. The key fell into my palm, covered in my blood, but still a key. I grabbed the small piece of stone that i'd been sharpening as long as i've been in Hell. 

"Help me!" I heard someone yell. I ignored it, clutching the rock in my hand. It wasn't as sharp as my knife, but I could kill with it, at least until I stole something better. I held the key out in front of me, grinning. I saw my reflection; I looked insane, with blood in between my teeth and cuts littering my face. There was a new look in my eyes, one that wasn't there before. I had cut my long, blond hair, so it now only hung just past my shoulders, in greasy clumps. Standing up, I limped over to the bars, glancing out at the hallway. The patrol demon paced, yawning and obviously looking bored. Daniel was too far away for me to see. I took a deep breath, reaching my arm outside and feeling for the keyhole. When I found it, I shoved the key in and turned, nearly crying when I heard the click of the door unlocking. The demon was heading my way, so I retreated back to the corner, sliding down the wall and huddling there. I had been planning this escape for awhile now. Some time ago, Crowley had decided that fighting Abbadon was a more pressing matter than torturing people, so he took all the higher-class demons away to fight, assigning the lower-class demons their old jobs. Because of that, I was able to form a plan. A higher-class demon would have suspected something the moment I fell in front of Daniel's cage. 

"Hey, stop!" someone shouted. It was the patrol demon. He took off after something, and I scrambled to my feet, running to the door. I slipped out of my cage, clutching the rock in one hand and the key in the other. I made my way quietly to Daniel's cage, unlocking it without saying a word. Daniel hugged me, a tight, quick hug, before grabbing my hand and pulling me away.

"Kristina's this way," he whispered, hardly audible. I nodded, following him in the shadows. We exited our floor, finding a level of stairs. We ran up the stairs, trying to muffle our heavy breaths. We arrived at a door, both of us out of breath. I held my rock in front of me and pushed open the door. It was a row of cages just like ours, except these ones held children, from 5 year olds to 15 year olds. I pushed forward, ignoring their cries for help. Daniel was obviously tempted to help them, because he hesitated.