The Instrumental Battle Cry
So, recently, I've been on a Supernatural fix. Dean Winchester is the greatest fictional character ever created. So maybe I'm biased because Jensen Ackles is amazing. This will take place in season 3, so anything before that is fair game.
Summary: Do you actually think that we haven't been looking for a way to save him? You think your brother is just a pawn in this war? Your brother is this war!
Disclaimer: I own the characters in the story that you've never heard of before. Sam and Dean belong to the creators of the show.
Italics is Latin
The entire room was dark except for the moonlight that crept into the room when the clouds decided to move on. Two people occupied it, one standing and the other tied to a chair. The figure in the chair groaned as he lifted his head up from his chest. "It's about time you woke up," the standing figure whispered.
The captive scanned the room to look for the person who put him in that position. He struggled to get out of the chair. Moonlight streamed into the room, giving the captive a glimpse of his captor. "Why you little bi—"
"Struggle all you want," she interrupted. "But even if you get out of that chair, you aren't getting out of that." She pointed down and her captive's eyes followed.
The Key of Solomon surrounded the demon, and when he realized that he was really trapped he screamed. To his surprise, the female in front of him didn't flinch. In fact, she didn't even bat an eyelash at his anguish. Her glare and stance spoke volumes. "When the others get me out of here, we'll kill you," he threatened. The girl stood there, not reacting to what he had said. "Did you hear me?" he yelled.
The demon fell silent in his chair when he didn't get a response. She continued to stand in front of him with her arms crossed, waiting and daring him to do something. He stared into her eyes, which looked more threatening in the moonlight. The moonlight left the room, swallowing the room in darkness once more. The sound of footsteps pacing around the Key echoed through the room. "I don't know if you realize this or not," she started, "but I can't hear you."
"What do you mean, you can't hear me?" he yelled. A second passed and he felt like an idiot for yelling at a deaf person. "How did the seven of us get trounced by a deaf person?" he asked himself. He sighed and tried to pull his arm off of the armrest one more time, but to no avail. He was stuck in the chair until someone let him out.
"It's because she isn't only deaf," she replied.
He turned his head to try and look at her. He strained his neck, but in the end he caught a glimpse of her eyes. The fire and intensity that were in them a minute ago was gone. She just seemed to stare of into the distance. "What?" he asked. "Are you blind too?" Then he realized that she replied to what he was saying. "You just answered me."
"That I did," she said nonchalantly.
"How is that possible?"
"Because I can be blind too, and I'm blind now," she said as if the answer were obvious. "What's the use of using my eyes when we're already in the dark."
"What are you?" the demon hissed. "You are blind and deaf. Don't tell me that you're a mute too."
She stopped pacing the circle and ended up right in front of him. "Only when I need to be. But I need information so I'm going to keep talking and you're going to keep listening."
The demon's eyes widened at the realization to who or what she was. "You're a sapere. You're—"
"I'm a messenger," she interrupted. "And you're going to have to listen to me and talk when I say so."
"And if I don't?" the demon challenged.
"But you will. See, I know that you and your demon companions have some sort of a network. That's how you communicate."
"What makes you think that?"
"I didn't say that I thought you did; I know that it's true. And I need to access it."
"So, that's why I'm tied to this chair? Because you need to get into our network? Well, I'm sorry, but you don't meet the needed requirements."
"I have you. I just want to know something."
"Know what?" the demon asked. He wanted to know what she could possibly need to know from him.
"Where they are."
"Who?"
"You know who. Just tell me where they are."
"Why would I do that?" he asked. "I tell you, and you send me back to Hell. I don't tell you and you send me back to Hell. It's a lose-lose situation for me."
"I was letting you tell me on your own accord. I was giving you a choice. I could always force it out of you."
"You can't do that," he said. He'd never heard of anyone doing that before, so he wasn't sure if it was possible or not.
"Why not? Because you are one of the stronger demons I've met? That doesn't scare me. Put me against Lucifer himself and you might see some fear in my eyes. And I say might because down there, you guys are 0-2. So tell me where they are."
"No. It doesn't matter because you can't save them. You're side has already lost," he laughed, not trying at all to hide his amusement at the futility of her trying to find them.
"That's speculative. Where are the boys?"
"I don't know."
The sound of something uncapping echoed the room. She threw it in the direction of the demon and as soon as it hit him, his body hissed. "Tell the truth."
The demon groaned as the water hit him. "West coast," he said, the words falling out of his mouth before he could stop them. "How did you do that?"
"A modified Key. And my will is stronger than yours." She walked into the Key and squatted in front of the demon. He caught a glimpse of her eyes, and saw nothing in them. It was the first time in a long time that he felt fear. "Now tell me who has the contract."
"I don't know." He watched the girl open her mouth to start another chant, but he interrupted her. "Before you try that truth canto again, I'm telling the truth."
She turned on her heels and started to pace back and forth in front of him. "Demons hardly tell the truth. See, I know for a fact that you're one of the stronger demons that got out of that gate. So if anyone knows who has the contract, you're a good place to start. And if you don't know who has the contract then tell me who does."
"I don't know," he repeated. "But even if I did, it wouldn't matter because the contract is nonnegotiable. Our side knows how crippling it would be for yours if you lost his soul. That's why the deal is ironclad."
"By whose terms?"
"The one who made the deal. Keep up won't you?" the demon said.
She stopped pacing directly in front of him. "So, you know nothing." Without her sight, she couldn't see any acknowledgement, but at that point she didn't care. She had information that she could use. "Then I have no further use for you. Return to the fire and flame in which you came," she began reciting.
The demon's eyes widened at the beginning of the incantation. His resolve to get out the chair strengthened. "No!" he yelled.
"Cleanse the body. Cleanse the soul."
"You think that you can stop me?" he yelled. He hoped to interrupt the incantation, but she was on a mission and would not be stopped. She continued to chant over him"
"…the light."
"I'm stronger than you."
"Send you back to the fire and flame."
The demon felt itself being separated from the body it was inhabiting. "No!"
"Punishment for eternity."
His chest was heaving. "More will come after I'm gone."
"In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti," she said as she made the Sign of the Cross over his body.
The body in the chair jerked as the demon left it's body screaming. The dark cloud went to the ceiling before getting sucked into the floor. The boy's head fell to his chest, limp. Her heart hurt when she realized that she might have killed the boy. "I'm sorry," she whispered. She closed her eyes and when they opened, she was met with silence. She blinked a couple of times adjusting her eyes to the darkness. She looked to the feet of the person tied in the chair. "I wish I could have seen you when you went, but I'm satisfied. All I wanted to do was hear our screams when I sent you back to Hell. You should have left the children alone. And if somehow you set foot surface again, I'll send you straight back."
The boy slowly looked up, confused as to why he was tied to a chair. He pulled at the ropes, but it didn't do much because he was so weak. "What?" he whispered weakly.
A veil of relief came over her. She waited almost a minute before responding to him. "Don't worry, Carson," she whispered, walking into the Key. She put her hands on his cheeks and lifted them to the moonlight that came in through the window. "You'll be fine."
"What… happened?"
The fact that he was speaking slowly helped her to read his lips. "It doesn't matter. You're okay now."
"But I… can't remember."
"It's okay. Just rest."
"Dying?"
Her heart broke when she read those words falling form his lips. "No, you're not dying." Her hands had left his face by then and moved to the ropes at his ankles. "You're going to be hurting for a few days. But I promise you'll be fine. You have to trust me, okay?" she whispered.
She removed the ropes around his wrists and finally the one around his chest. He fell forward, but she caught him before he did any damage to himself. "Who?"
She lifted him off of the chair and laid him on the ground. "My name is Mi… just call me Kayla," she said. She saw his eyes slowly glaze over. "Just go to sleep. I'm going to call for some help, alright?" Carson nodded and closed his eyes.
She stood up and took out her cell phone. She sighed before she dialed the emergency numbers. The room quickly went dark as her vision went away and her hearing came back. She put the phone to her ear and waited for someone to answer. "911 emergency," a male voice answered.
"Yeah," she faked a panicked voice. "Um… my friend he just passed out and he isn't waking up. I've tried shaking him and everything, but he won't wake up."
"Excuse me, miss, calm down. Where are you?"
"Burns Road. 344 Burns Road. Please hurry. Should I move him out of the basement?"
"No. Just leave him. Emergency services are on their way."
"Thank you," she said and hung up the phone. She knelt next to the sleeping figure and ran her hand down his face. "Help is on their way. But I have to go and head West," she needed to say that before she took her own voice away.
She slid the phone into her back pocket. She waited a minute as her vision returned. She quickly scanned the room for all of her supplies scattered around it. Rushing to pack everything up before the ambulance got there, she got all of her things together in less than a minute.
She threw her duffel and backpack over her shoulders making sure she left no traces of herself at the scene. She glanced one last time at the formerly possessed man before she headed up the stairs and out of the basement. She exited the house through the back and began walking West as soon as she heard the sirens approaching in the distance.
Sorry to all of my readers about starting yet another story. I'll still be updating those, but I felt the need to get this post out. Consider this chapter a teaser, I promise that the next one will have the boys in it. I mean, what is Supernatural without them. Right? Well, I hope that this post turned out okay. Please no flames. Thanks for reading and please review. Lil-Rock