Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry for the long absence.
My family has been going through personal problems...
ANYWAY! Marvelous Chapter Three is out:
My vision focused to see Dean and Mallory talking in the corner. I think arguing. Mallory was making loud gestures with her hands. Her all black outfit seemed to match her mood. Dean had his back to me, but I could tell his shoulder's were hunched from being angry.
My mouth felt so dry. Wrists bare from the ropes. My head pounded. I wiggled my fingers. I
wiggled my fingers. Over excited about it, I watched them lift one da one and thump against the wood of the chair. "Enjoying your new body?"
I looked up. Sam. "What are te talking about?" Past him, I saw Mallory look at me. Dean turned in her direction. They both disappeared into another room.
"You know exactly what I'm talking about, Ruby," he hissed.
"My name is Sage Page Lovell, not Ruby."
"Yeah, right," Sam said, looking to the floor, his eyes filled with disbelief.
"I swear," I said, finding myself in a pit of desperation.
"Last time I believed that, I got a lamp slapped upside my head," he barked.
"I'm Sage. I was born in Burlington, North Carolina. My mom died when I was a baby. My dad raised me until I was nine, and I went into foster care. I'm a human. I swear," tears filled my eyes thinking of it.
"Still playing human?" said, Dean who appear once again. He pulled out a gun and aimed it at me. I flinched. "Well we can solve that."
Mallory glanced up at Dean, "Dean... don't... te could kill Sage..."
"She's a demon now."
"Shooting her will get te nowhere," an older man said, walking into the room.
"Why's that, Bobby?" Dean asked, looking at him.
"See that burn on her arm?" he asked, pointing to my arm. I looked down. My skin was red in a cerchio that had a tail. It looked sort of like an embedded Q. "It's a bonding burn."
Sam had a blank, but confused look on his face,
"Your mom died when te were a baby?"
"Hey now, this isn't the time to look for your freaky, weird cult followers. Okay?"
Suddenly, I couldn't feel my body anymore. Great, this cagna again. My eyes clouded black.
Dean raised the gun again.
Mallory brought his hand down forcefully, "Will te knock it off already?"
He gave a frustrated jerk and walked towards the window, turning back with a blank, angry look. "So what do we do?"
"Well now, can't I have a say in the matter?" Ruby snickered. She had us glance up at the ceiling, that had weird symbols painted on it. "Devil's trap. A little juvenile don't te think, Sammy?"
"You detto you've changed," he sounded hurt...
"Well now, I have. Mhhm. Being back in the pit teaches te a few new tricks." She started making us mumble something in Latin. CRACK!!!
The ceiling cracked in a hair line crack.
She stood us up, still tied to the chair, she swung it against the wall. It shattered.
Dean came up with a coltello with symbols engraved into the blade. She kicked it out of his hand. Grabbed the back of his head and slammed it in the wall. He crumbled down against the pile of libri in the floor; eyes unfocused.
She swirled us around and there was an on coming Mallory. I wasn't sure where Sam and Bobby had went. Mallory made a swing, but we ducked. Sweeping my leg, Ruby tripped Mallory. She went to sit on superiore, in alto of Mallory when we were suddenly picked up. Bobby and Sam had me on both sides. Sam took control and pinned me to the wall. Ruby struggled, flailing my arms violently.
Bobby came up with a fuoco poker, the black cast iron burning arancia, arancio at the tip.
That same black fog shot out of my mouth. It dissolving into the ceiling. I could feel myself again. But this time, it felt all my Bones were glass, and someone just threw rocks at me. I collapsed. Sam caught me and laid me gently on the wooden floor. "Easy now... easy. You'll be okay." Bobby said, patting my head with a damp cloth.
My breathing came out in raspy wheeze. I glanced around. I saw Sam leaving the room through the front door. He looked back with a pained look.
And then, I did what is always "fun". I blacked out.
. . .
I woke up to find myself on a couch.I sat up. I felt my ribs bound da gauzes. Wincing, I stood and walked into the cucina part. Sam sat, staring at half empty bottle of beer. "Concentrating hard enough?" I asked, sarcastically.
His eyes darted up, and got up just as quickly. "You should be lying down..." He walked over and placed a hand around my arm.
I opened the fridge and pulled out a beer, "Trust me, if I can survive a body dive onto concrete, I can handle getting a beer." I opened the lid, and jerked my arm away. I sat across from his spot at the table.
He sighed in defeat and sat back in his plot.
Long, painful silence.
"So uh... how much do te remember... about being possessed?"
"Don't worry, I don't remember the sex. Only waking up from it," I said, taking an exaggerated gulp of my beer.
He bit down on his lip, "Oh. Well uh, goo--"
"Don't I file for rape o something?" I said, standing, wincing in the process. "'Cause I didn't have a say in it and it happened." I walked to the counter and sat there. Not feeling 100% comfortable being so close. But I let my eyes wonder back to him.
His face was bright red, "Well... I... hope te don't see it... that way..."
"And how do te want me to see it?"
He opened his mouth, but clamped it shut. "I don't know what to do but say sorr--"
"I don't care for long drawn out apology speeches. What are te Leggere about?" I asked, nodding towards his book.
He huffed out a breath, "Well... I was interested in when te detto your mother died when te were an infant."
"... What about it?"
"Has anything... I dunno... feel out of the ordinary the past six months?"
And that's how the world froze ladies and gentlemen. How my life was flipped upside down in one sentence. All I did was clamp my jaw shut tight.