A Short Story : A Story?

I look at the wooden door opposite of me, I walked towards it and pulled the iron door handle and walked towards the dark abyss before me as I once again head out to challenge the

The footsteps reached his door. There was a barely perceptible pause, then the door creaked open loudly. David shrieked as a dark shadow threw itself at him, passing through him as a gust of poisonous air.

Tom extracted the evil sword and he feel like came alive again,he waved the sword and cut to satan......

The man cowered in terror before the one that was the source of all of his fear. No, it wasn’t even a human. It was a vengeful demon. A vengeful demon, holding a gun, aimed directly at his head.

My legs are running, my breath is heavy, and I'm scared out of my mind. I feel like it's been days since I've started running from this demon. Trying to hide won't do me any good, it knows where I am always, its piercing red eyes and serpentine tongue can see and smell me for miles. I can hear it laughing in a deep yet somehow high voice from at least a mile away. This dark road has led me on for what I still believe might be days, and to no avail might I add. Then as I keep running, I hear the demon’s alien-like yell not too far from me, I see a red door in the distance, and I immediately sprint towards it.

I was your prisoner, you wrapped me in skin tight chains I could never escape from. You knew of everything I could’ve ever wanted and now you’re the reason my life was brutally taken away from me. I remember it quite well as I watched the blood flow out of me as if it was escaping the walls that has held it captive for 18 years. With the door wide open, and bright red blood- stains on the carpet, it was easy to tell what had happened. The demon who had taken my life will be found, and will no longer cease to exist.

I'm not dead. I'm just…lost. But hey, I'm working on it. See?" Gabriel holds up his forearms. They are no longer made from pine and dust. The pale skin is still speckled with what looks like the imprints of leaves. He lowers his arms again. "It's a work in progress."

Somehow, I kept him from getting a shot at my ribs. I countered. The ogre sidestepped it effortlessly, but there was a change in his face. His eyes narrowed, and he started to press me with more force. The sword grew heavy in my hand. My arm trembled. I knew it was only a matter of moments before he took me down, so I figured, What the heck?

The tall demon grinned. "Don't bother praying to your god, mortals. Unless you have an angel with you, you are far out of your league." He said with a devious smirk. Even as the forces of light charged him, time seemed to slow, as if the men were moving through a thick gel. The demonic figure was not slowed, however, and he seemed to shiver violently, throwing out an arm to either side. A thin, transparent copy of himself formed form either hand, then quickly solidified, mimicking his malicious amusement. As one, they all drew the black leather whips from their belts. The room filled with a cracking sound as those strands of shadow burst aflame, melting straight through the armor of the soldiers and casting them to the ground. The golden squadron was now lying on the ground, scorched and bloody, clearly defeated, if not dead.

It sank it's nails deep into my back and I cried out in pain. It then took it out and went back to its little place with my blood still on its fingers. It then came back with its claws marking out exactly where it was going to sink its nails back in my body to rip out my heart I imagine because that's what werewolves do. It leaned its arm back and just before its arm reached my chest Sam and Dean came rushing through the door with their guns in their hands. They fired a couple shots but they missed them all because of the werewolves fast movements. I decided to get down onto the ground as I was still tied up into the chair to avoid the whizzing bullets above my head. The werewolf made a move and threw Sam full force at the thick wall. Sam fell

I couldn’t take any more of this, I’m so overcome by fear that I’m ready to give up. But the couch where I’m sitting on would expose me to more, and that demon wouldn’t let make this call so easily. I get up and try to navigate towards the small closet where we put our spare supplies of cleaning utensils and where I would refuge from her anger, confined in that dark damp, unbearable closet. But it was the only option left for any privacy, and where I wouldn’t so easily be ambushed by attacks. I get up and crawl on all fours afraid if another rough hand would tug at the collar of my shirt. It was next to impossible to make out anything in the dark, I rely on my memory of the layout of the supply closet. I feel the corners of the wall until I touched the cool doorknob, I twist the handle and close the door behind me and hide behind a small beam. This should give me cover for the time being.

He looked at her and tilted his head, smiling at her. "Welcome to the mortal world, demon" he said with confidence, her not making a move yet, which he thought meant that she was contained within the pentagram circle. "I am Jacob and I have called you to this world to help me improve my magical abilities, but let's test your obedience before I let you leave that circle, kneel" he said, quite confident that she would. She didn't budge and immediately Jacob's mind went to panic mode. She was obviously a strong demon, most would

Damn that demon where did he go? I think as I utter curses to myself.

And then in the twinkling, Cas heard on the roof The cries of help with each demon loose. As Cas drew in his head, and spun around, Descending the chimney Lucifer slid down with a bound:

“Hey, Kill,” Hunter shouts. My body starts to tense up as I prepare to fight. Right before I am about to through my first punch a warm hand touches my shoulder and I whip around to see who the hand belongs to. I am suddenly