I DO NOT OWN TRICK R' TREAT OR ANYTHING ELSE YOU MIGHT RECOGNIZE. Also the angels mentioned are based off of the angels from SUPERNATURAL WHICH I ALSO DO NOT OWN. Azrael though is kind of my idea, he's the (back story, alter ego?) of another character from another series which I DO NOT OWN, but at the moment that's not all that important and telling you who would ruin the surprise in another story I'm witting so I'm not mentioning who Azrael is as well.
The next house wasn't decorated at all except for an unlit Jack-o-Lantern on the front porch just beside the left side of the door. Azrael frowned at this and could feel Sam's irk toward the occupants of the house. Azrael opened the gate to the house and let Sam through before following him to the door, the gate crashing shut behind them.
Azrael could feel the change in atmosphere as they walked up to the door. He could feel it as soon as the gate shut. The warmth from the fun the little kids who were Trick-'r-Treating having gave way to the true cold of the October air. The winds, that had gone unnoticed until now, sounded more like moans of people in pain as they brought leaves onto the path to the door. The crunch of leaves sounded more like the steps of a killer approaching his next victim and if things didn't go right the person inside the ill-fated house would be the next victim of a killer.
After what felt like ages the two finally reached the door. Azrael, even though he couldn't actually feel the cold, was rubbing his upper arms as if to rub some warmth back into them. He's teeth were chattering a little bit too. He went over to the Jack-o-Lantern and pulled the top off of it. He was hoping the candle had just gotten blown out by the wind. He reached his hand into the pumpkin to feel the wick of the candle. He closed his eyes and sent some of his Grace out to the candle to see its past.
He breathed out shakily through his nose as he pulled his hand out and put the top back on. He opened his eyes and turned to see Sam staring up at him. "Blown out," was all he said before Sam pounded on the door.
Azrael held his hands together in front of him as he waited for the door to open. He was trying to keep his breathing calm. This street had been doing so well, but it only took one bad apple to ruin the bunch. He closed his eyes and took one deep breath in through his nose. He held it, then let it out through his nose slowly. His arms fell to his sides and when he opened his eyes back up they were dull. Time to get to work.
A woman opened up the door. She had a cigaret between her lips that she took out and held between the finger tips of her right hand as she leaned her arm on the door frame. She looked to be in her 50's and had a few wrinkles. She was also quite frumpled looking. "What," she said in a disgruntled voice. Azrael tilted his head toward Sam who held up his bag. The woman looked down at Sam then back up at Azrael. "Sorry no more treats here," she said as she slammed the door in their faces. "Now get the hell off my porch," she said through the door.
Sam looked up at Azrael who had placed his hand on the door and like the pumpkin read the past events of the house. He looked at Sam when he was done. "She hasn't handed out any candy or treats," he said in a dull voice.
Azrael watched as Sam ran off to the right and around the corner of the house and out of sight. The woman inside had broken all the traditions that Sam protected, never blow out a Jack-o-Lantern, wear a costume, and hand out treats. The woman would pay and then it would Azrael's turn to take over and do his job.
Azrael turned around and was about to step off the porch when he thought of something. He turned back around and opened the pouch on his hip. He dug around inside and pulled out a book of matches. He pulled one out, struck it, watch as it caught on fire, then lifted the top of the Jack-o'-Lantern, and pulled out the candle. He re-lit the candle, placed it back inside the Jack-o'-Lantern, and placed the top back on. A small smile lit up his face as the design lit up. He patted the Jack-o'-Lantern affectionately before stepping off the porch and retraced the path Sam had taken around the side of the house to find the way Sam had taken to get in.
As he passed a window at the side of the house he heard a scream inside. Sam had already gotten to work and soon it would be his turn.
Azrael made it a little past half way around the back of the house before he found a window that was open a crack. He pushed the window open, took a quick look around, and then pulled himself up and through the window and into the house. He found himself in the kitchen over a two basin sink. After getting about half way through the window he put his right hand on the counter and his left hand on the basin divider and pulled himself further into the house.
He heard a crash come from the floor above him and decided to hurry up.
When he had pulled himself in to his knees, he realized he had a problem. If he went any further he would most likely fall on to the floor, most likely face first, and he couldn't bring his legs in one at a time due to the dress. He heard another crash, looked up to the ceiling as much as he could, and made a decision. He leaned on his right arm and with his left hand let go of the sink basin divider and pulled his dress up so he could pull his legs in one leg at a time. With both legs in to the ankle he sat on the counter and swung both legs in, over the sink, and then pushed himself off the counter and onto the floor.
He exited the kitchen and turned right to face the front of the house. In front of him was the front door and to the left was a dinning area separated from the living room in front of it by half of a wall. He walked toward the front door when a crashing met his ears and the owner of the house fell into the right side of the door, a few scratches here and there.
He raised an eyebrow at her sudden appearance then he looked to his right to see the banister of a staircase going up stairs. Through the holes in the banister he could see that the stairs were covered in candy, gum balls, razor blades, nails, and other various items. He looked up the staircase as much as he was able and shouted up to Sam, "Hurry up, we have other things to do you know," before turning around and going into the living room.
In the living room there was a chair facing a coffee table and a fireplace and two couches facing each other on either side of the coffee table. He made his way between the coffee table and a couch toward the fireplace as he heard grunts of the woman trying to get back up. The fire was low so he threw a log on, took the poker from the stand, kneeled down, and started to the stroke the fire back to life. He heard a struggle going on behind him but didn't turn around to witness what exactly was going on. It wasn't his job to interfere after all.
As he stroked the fire back to life he heard screams, grunts, and moans. Soon the fire had come back to life and was happily licking and consuming the new log.
He stood up, returned the poker to its stand, turned, and walked back to the foyer only to see the woman sitting and leaning up against the door gasping for breath and Sam sprawled out at the bottom of the stairs. Azrael looked back over to the woman and noticed she had an umbrella, which he realised must have come from the now knocked over holder beside the door, and must have used it to knock out Sam. He also noticed she had a few more slashes, these deeper then the first few scratches he had seen her with.
"That wasn't very nice you know," Azrael said in a bored tone. The woman turned to look at him, a scared look in her eyes, and raised the umbrella. "I'm not here to kill you that's Sam's job," he said in the same bored tone as he made a small motion with his head towards where Sam had fallen. The woman's eyes widened more but before she could do anything with this new information Sam stabbed her in the stomach with a razor blade that had been shoved into a candy bar.
She looked shocked at the blade in her stomach, then at Sam, then back to Azrael, silently begging for his help with her eyes as garbled noises came from her mouth.
"Sam," Azrael said in disgruntled tone of voice, "Hurry up and kill her, it's not easy moving on the souls of people who have died violently." That's why he was here after all, to move on the souls of the people Sam killed or the souls of the people nearby who would die tonight because they had ignored a warning or two. He wouldn't interfere with Sam's job but the least Sam could do was make Azrael's job a little easier.
Sam looked up at Azrael and even though Sam didn't speak Azrael sensed the annoyance coming from him. The woman seeing her chance to strike because her attacker was distracted took this time to bring the umbrella down on Sam's head but before it connected Sam took the razor from the woman's stomach and slashed her across the throat with it. Surprised by the action the woman dropped her weapon and grabbed her throat in a feeble attempt to stop the bleeding. Sam stepped back from the bleeding woman and Azrael felt rage and frustration wash off him as he restrained himself from punishing the woman more while she was still alive.
After a few gurgling breaths the woman breathed her last and her hands fell to her sides. Azrael moved closer to the corpse and hiked up his dress so he could kneel in-front of it without dragging his dress on the bloody floor. He held up his left hand with his fingers slightly spread a breath away from the corpse's mouth. He held his hand with his finger tips toward the body and his wrist was relaxed.
Slowly the corpse started to glow from the inside-out, like putting your hand in-front of a very bright light. After a few seconds the body stopped getting brighter. It stayed that way for a second or two then the light drew in toward the center of the chest, where the heart was. Again the light stayed where it was for a second or two before heading up. As it reached the back of the throat, unhindered by the flesh, the light was brighter as it escaped the mouth. Azrael straightened his hand so it was ridged, his fingers were spread as far as they would go, and his palm faced the corpse.
A ball of very, bright light escaped from the body's mouth and toward Azrael's hand. When it was a half an inch away from his palm he grabbed it and stood up. He shoved it into the pouch at his hip as he stepped away and let Sam pick up where he left off. He'd release the soul at the end of the night. He returned to the living room to sit on the couch until Sam was done or needed his help.
A few minutes later Sam came to find him and Azrael could sence the need for help, not because he really needed it but more because he was annoyed with Azrael for making him end the woman's life quickly. They reapproached the body and as Azrael looked at it he knew what Sam wanted to do with it.
As the gate clanged shut behind them a new decoration had joined the still lit Jack-o'-Lantern.
Sam had cut open the stomach and removed the insides and Azrael had placed it outside on the porch, on the right side of the door, slouching on a fold out chair. While Azrael was doing that, Sam was inside looking for a big bowl which he brought out to Azrael when he found it. Using his Grace, Azrael filled the bowl with candy then placed it in the hole in the corpse.
Now the house was ready for Trick-'r-Treaters.
(A.N.) Two more days and it would have been a whole year since this story has been updated. That time of year, no? Fall, Halloween, horror movie specials airing on most channels and if I do continue this it will most likely be humor one chapter then horror the next, I like this pattern. So last chapter was humor, this one horror, next will be humor. If this wasn't good enough horror or gore for you, sorry but I don't write much horror but I'll try better next time.
Posted 10/08/2013
