Alright, now the fun begins. So please enjoy reading. I'm having fun with this story, I hope you like.
Chapter 2:
They left their hotel room once dark settled in, around nine p.m. The tower was a huge landmark, they were able to see it as they drove up the tall hill to the entrance. Around them was all woods, the wind swayed the tops of the trees and whistled through the branches. It gave off the impression of some spooky Hollywood movie scene.
"I swear, its like the movie wrong turn." Jill whispered in the back seat.
"Maybe we'll bump into Eliza Dushku." Dean smiled sinfully, glancing into the rear view mirror to get a look at Jill's reaction. She had none, her face was completely bare of all emotions. She stared out the front windshield as the tower grew in her sight.
When they got out the vehicle they all hovered around the trunk, equipping themselves with their best and most favorite of weapons. Jill immediately went for her Beretta M92FS, a beautiful piece of artillery with a black grip and a deliciously smooth and shiny silver barrel. She slid it in her hip holster along with a few magazine clips for extra ammo. On the other side of her holster she fastened a SIGPRO SP2009 Along with 9mm parabellum rounds. A handgun made mostly from polymer, making it light and easy to use. She slipped a small silver survival knife into the sheath that wrapped around her upper arm for easy access. Dean equipped himself with a Dan Wesson PM1-S-10, a completely silver weapon with a red wood looking grip. He placed it in the back of his pants, his shirt concealing the weapon nicely. Shoved between his ankle and his left shoe was a similar knife then that of which Jill had, the only difference was the length of it. Sam shoved a silver .45 ACP in his pants just as Dean had, he carried a bag full of salt, gasoline, and a lighter for the torching of the body. Jill had always told them to go out and get a holster like she had, but they refused saying that there pants was working fine enough.
"So its completely bordered up?" Sam swung the handle of the bag over his head so it hung over his chest and rested on his hip.
"Yup, but according to the layouts I found a place there should be a hidden door just to the side of the building."
"What about the gates?" Dean asked, slamming the Impala's trunk shut.
"That's what climbing's for." Jill smiled and sprinted to the front gates. As far as she could see, they circled the entire estate, closing it off to any tourists that wanted to check the place out. It didn't help much with the deaths though. Sam and Dean walked slowly behind Jill, scanning the place with their eyes. Jill grabbed onto the bars, shaking it to see how sturdy they were and if climbing it would be too dangerous. The bars were perfectly stable.
"C'mon lets go." Jill pushed off her feet, jumping onto the bars and climbed her way up and over the gate. Sam was next, he threw the bag over to Jill, climbed to the other side and stood beside her. Bringing up the rear was Dean, he had a bit of trouble as his pants got stuck at the top of the gate, one of the steel spikes clung to his pant leg. He kicked his leg free slamming to the floor as a consequence.
"Dean you alright?" Jill held back a laugh at the entire display, Sam on the other hand didn't. Dean sat up on the grass and dirt looking at the hole on his pants.
"These are my favorite pair."
"No one told you to wear them on a hunt, idiot." Jill helped Dean up on his feet. Sam had a smile on his face as he tried to hold in what ever laughter he didn't already let out. Dean picked up the bag and shoved it into Sam's chest.
"Cut it out you two, let's go." Jill led the way, in search of the hidden door.
In the grass where Dean had landed was a large shiny object, glistening in the moonlight. His gun had fallen out the back of his pants and neither of them had noticed.
Along the side of the building was a massive sheet of Ivy plants that crawled up and down the tall building. Jill felt her hands along the wall, searching for any sign of a door.
"Guy's help me out."
"What are we looking for?" Dean asked.
"The door, it should be around here somewhere."
Sam and Dean carefully searched with their hands, sliding their finger tips along the cement and ivy.
"Found it." Sam stated.
Jill and Dean walked over to Sam, he was pulling the heavy cement door open extremely slow. It was camouflaged with ivy sealing the corners and the stone matched the rest of the building, almost impossible to spot even if you were looking for it in pure daylight. Dean grabbed the side of the door, helping Sam pull it in their direction. They opened it just enough for the three of them to walk in.
Jill walked in first, her hand hovering over her Beretta just incase. The boys followed in after her stopping in a large bare room. The only thing in their was a bunch of spray painted satanic mumbo jumbo that decorated the inside walls. An anarchy symbol with the words "Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law." was spray painted right across from them. It was supposedly the only law in satanic religion. Beside it was an inverted cross. Something that always made Jill laugh.
"Morons… they take a religious symbol and invert it thinking it makes it evil."
Dean walked up beside her, agreeing with her statement. The truth was that the inverted cross was around long before any Satanists group used it. There was nothing satanic about it, the inverted cross was actually named Peter's cross, a man who asked to be crucified upside down by his own request. And the anarchy sign was a normal drawing that you would find on the cover of rock band albums.
"Someone doesn't know their religion." Sam walked up to the wall and examined the symbols. From behind them was a whistling sound, created by the wind that swept through the door. A rock on rock noise sounded from the doors direction and they all turned their heads. The door was sliding shut, grating up against the stone wall they had pushed it open from. Dean ran to the door, slamming his entire right side into it. A clanking noise reverberated off the walls as the door slammed shut locking them in. The whistling stopped. Dean shoved his shoulders into the door, trying with all his might to push it open. If he hadn't known any better he would have said the door sealed into the rest of the wall as if it had never been there. Sam came up beside him, both of them throwing their weight against it.
Jill watched them knowing it wouldn't budge, it was just their luck to get locked in.
"Help." A voice whispered into Jill's right ear. She spun around pulling her Beretta out of its holster. Nothing was there. A soft weeping noise circled around her as if it was coming from all directions.
"Do you hear that?" She glanced over at the boys who had ignored her question. They stood away from the door with exasperated faces.
"Is there another way out?" Sam asked breathlessly.
Jill scanned her memory for a brief second, as if starring at the blue prints all over again. She licked her lips in fear of the answer. "No, that's the only door. The rest is all sealed off."
"There's got to be another way out." Dean rushed from one side of the room to the other, looking around helplessly.
"Dean there's no other way out. The blue prints only showed this entrance. One way in…one way out."
"Well that door is sealed shut just like the rest of the place! Now spread out and search around for any sign off an exit." Dean disappeared behind a wall far off to the right.
Sam walked up beside Jill, placing a hand on her shoulder. "He's right, we cant just stand here and wait for it to open."
"Help me… please." A pleading voice called out. Jill looked up at Sam, his face full of worry, but not fright or curiosity. He hadn't heard it.
"Dean!" Jill called out feverishly. He ran back around the corner as if someone had just gotten shot.
"What happened?" His figure hovered over her, her head reaching only up to his chin, she had to stare up at him when she spoke.
"There's something in here. It took two of you to open that door, the wind couldn't have shut it so easily."
"Please Jill… help me." It was a child's voice, a little girl, she could hear it clearer now. It's coming from that door. Jill glanced over at the door far off to the right, hidden in the darkest part of the room. Her eye sight was always better at night, seeing through the dark for her had become a skill. Dean followed her gaze but saw nothing in the darkness.
"Jill?" Sam grabbed her shoulder, shaking her gently.
Her body began to sweat in a hot flash, her eyes fixated on the door, eyes wide and aware.
"Please… please help me. I want to go home… please."
"Jill!" Dean stepped over to block her view. "If there's something in here, we have to find a way out. You hear me?"
"Yeah."
"You okay?"
Jill looked in front of her, Sam and Dean stood worried. "I'm okay."
"You sure? Last time you broke out in a sweat like that…things didn't go so well."
"Yea, I'm sure."
"Alright, split up. Look for an exit. Meet back here in fifteen."
Dean sounded like his father, precise and taking charge. Jill fought an urge to argue about splitting up, but knew it was necessary to cover more ground. The boys split up, leaving Jill all by herself.
"Jill, please… help me."
Her head swung around, facing the door once again. She pointed her gun to the door and approached it cautiously, her heart beat jumped in her throat. She paused in front of it, considering what she might find behind it. She released one hand from the Beretta, twisting the knob till a clicking sound confirmed it was unlocked and quickly pushed it open. The door made a loud slamming sound as it met with the wall on the other side of it. Jill pushed a hand against the door to keep it open. Below her was a descending staircase.
"Please Jill… please…"
She lowered her gun and stepped down the first stair, her feet lead her down without notice. Suddenly she was at the bottom , looking around in a perplexed state. She was in the underground tunnels, a wet, moldy smell emitted from the hard pounded dirt walls. It seemed to have its own glow in the tunnel, a sort of light only the dark could provide.
"Jill…"
Jill rushed her hand to her side, pulling out a small flashlight just big enough for her delicate, small hands. She clicked it on and pointed it in the direction she thought the noise was coming from. The small beaming strand of light traveled deep into the tunnels, it seemed to go on forever, no turns, no forks in the road, just an endless straight path.
"…please…" The voice wept. "Please…" Before she knew it, Jill was walking further into the tunnel.
The fifteen minutes passed, it was time to meet up. Sam and Dean walked into the room only seconds apart.
"Anything?" Dean asked, flashlight still out and shinning.
"Nothing. I think Jill's right. I took a look at those blueprints and that door was the only open entrance we could find."
"Yeah well it's stuck shut, there's gotta be another way out of here."
"Maybe Jill had more luck then us… where is she?"
"I don't know." Dean looked around, flashing the surroundings with his flashlight at all the rooms she could have gone through. There was only three doors leading out of the room, one where he went through, one where Sam went through, and the one that lead to the tunnels. Sam was checking the other side of the room for any other rooms, coming up empty handed.
"Sam." Dean voice was low as he stood staring at the open tunnel door. Sam walked up beside him flashing his light in the same direction as Dean, creating a pool of yellow light that vanished into darkness.
"Wasn't that the door she was starring at?" Sam said, voice so low it was barely hearable.
"Shit!" Dean hissed and ran for the door, Sam running up behind him. "She said there was something in here, we left her alone." They marched down the steps like SWAT team members, slightly turned so they ran down sideways. Dean reached to the back of him, glancing over at Sam who already had his .45 ACP out in front of him, pointed down as he ran down the stairs behind his big brother. "She's the typical victim for this bitch and we left her alone." Dean stopped so abruptly that Sam slammed into him. He looked up at his little brother, hands coming out in front of him empty.
"What? What's wrong?" Sam asked cautiously.
"I lost my gun."
I always leave chapters off like this, so please don't get mad. lol. Reviews are welcome.