ʙᴏᴛʜ ɪɴ ʜᴇʟʟ

[sockdere]

ʙᴏᴛʜ ɪɴ ʜᴇʟʟ Of all the places in this world, there's nowhere worse you could be than where you are now. You're in hell - metaphorically or literally - and laying down and just dying seems more and more like the valid action to take. But you can't go any lower and death could be a no escape. There's only one thing keeping you from being a jaded, broken husk: you've fallen in love with someone who shares this fate. It's a love so different than the norm, that only those who've known this desolation can fathom. Perhaps they give you hope, they're an innocent worth keeping safe, they showed you unexpected kindness, or they're simply something to cling to. No matter what, you'll protect them and you wouldn't dream of leaving this place without them. They will leave, though... ...even if you don't. ☣ ＣＯＭＭＥＮＴ． ＩＮＦＯ． ＰＲＥＦＥＲＥＮＣＥＳ． ☣ ＲＥＰＬＹ ＴＯ ＯＴＨＥＲＳ． ☣ ＴＨＲＥＡＤ. ＣＡＰＴＵＲＥＤ → For a crime you committed or not, you're in a prison. ＶＡＬＵＥ → Something about you is worth quite a deal to the wrong person. ＳＣＩＥＮＴＩＦＩＣ → You're nothing but an experiment, a lab rat. ＰＥＲＳＥＣＵＴＥＤ → Your mistreatment is not because of what you've done. It's for who you are. ＦＲＥＡＫＳＨＯＷ → All of your oddities are on display for the amusement of others. ＦＯＲＣＥ → You have to do horrible things, though not of your own will or design. ＲＡＣＫ → There's not just isolation or imprisonment on your plate - there's physical torture as well. ＢＲＩＭＳＴＯＮＥ → "Hell" is no hyperbole; you're in the fiery pit itself. ＷＩＬＤＣＡＲＤ

Comments

castiel | supernatural | ota

[falteringly]

[elijahbroder]

Freaks. That's what they were. Hunters typically kill monsters. These hunters however decided to make a little profit from their skills. They had collected an assortment of supernatural creatures. From your typical vampire and werewolf, to the more hard to contain demon - and even an angel.

A mutant like Eli, well, they'd never heard of such a thing before - and figured he was just another monster like the rest of them. He was thrown in (literally) with the angel. With all of the magic sigils throughout the complex, there really was no form of escape for any of them - unless someone from the outside helped them.

Except for Eli. His abilities were no supernatural or magical in nature, they were biological, evolutionary, but the hunters didn't know that.

All of them were in cages. He looked at his fellow prisoner, wondering who -or what- Castiel might be. He moved to the opposite side of the cage, for all he knew, Castiel could be a werewolf or something.

ＢＲＩＭＳＴＯＮＥ /ＦＯＲＣＥ with a hint of some ＲＡＣＫ?

[equesexinferno]

[When he returns to the area where he and Castiel are being kept, there's blood smeared on his knuckles, viscera flecking his face. He doesn't so much as pause on his way to the bathroom, seeming to completely ignore the fallen angel as he strips his soiled, torn clothes off and steps into the shower, not bothering to close the door behind him. At this point in their captivity, they're beyond those kind of boundaries and even if they weren't, he knows Cas would likely come in anyway, wanting to ensure his well-being. He turns the faucet on hot and lets it hit him, tilting his face into the spray. The water that sluices off him is tinted red. He stands there for several long minutes, unmoving, eyes closed.]