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Chapter 3

Sam stirred. His head was throbbing and his arms and legs were oddly uncoordinated. Must be whatever they injected me with. Sam pushed himself up to examine his surroundings. He found himself on a hard cement floor…and in another cage. Great. "Oh good!" cried a familiar voice "You're alive! Some people on their first time with the drug die. There was a nice lady and they gave her the shot and she didn't ever wake up." Sam looked up to find Jason staring at him, his blue eyes wide with happiness.

"Hey Jason." Sam said, instantly relieved the kid was okay. "Do you know where we are?" Jason's eyes lost their happy spark.

"No." He said softly, hanging his head. "They gave me the GoldenRod right after you."

"GoldenRod?" Sam asked puzzled

"Yeah." Jason replied "The stuff in the shot." He rubbed his shoulder unconsciously. "They gave it a nice name so we would want it. But it doesn't work. It makes me feel funny." Jason's eyes began to glaze with tears. Sam pushed himself to the edge of his cage and took Jason's little hand.

"Don't worry Jason." Sam said, giving his hand a light squeeze "Dean's gonna get us out of here. I promise."

"Who are you and what the hell are the games?" Dean demanded

"Well a, hello! Nice to meet you, would have sufficed but seeing as you are on a time table, let's skip the pleasantries? "The woman responded coolly.

"Let's." Dean growled "Now answer my questions. Who are you and what are the games."

"My name is Abigale Mala. I and I know where you brother, Sam, is. He has been chosen to participate in The Games." She said, quickly, clearly sensing Dean's fury was a danger to her continuing to exist. "The Games are a medieval type ritual that is run by people who are part of a certain cult. These people kidnap and drug the chosen ones. Then, they train them by putting them through obstacles that few survive. The few that do are put in an arena and pit against each other to the death. The Games are being held in Los Angeles, a two day drive from here. We need to hurry. Training starts as soon as they wake up."

"We?" Dean snapped "No one said anything about you coming with lady." Dean made to step around her, but she stepped in front of him and held up a finger.
"Wait." Abigale said calmly "You don't know L.A. and I do. You don't know anything about the Games. I do. You need me to find him." Dean stopped. She was right.

"Fine. Get in the passenger side."

Sam cried out as he hit the ice cold water, but his cry was lost in a moment because of another cry. One more important than his own pain. Swimming through the water, he pulled Jason from it. Sam glanced down at the water below him. More than half the water was in frozen chunks. The other half was so cold a penguin wouldn't swim in it. Hoisting Jason over his shoulders, he swam as fast as he could to the other side. Just after he placed Jason out of the pool, he was shoved to one side. A burley man had shoved him to get out first. "Hey!" Sam shouted "Watch it!" The man turned slowly and deliberately.

"Watch it, didja say?" he drawled. Adrenaline pulsed through Sam, warming him up. He was pissed off.

"Yeah, yeah I did. What are you gonna do about it? Kill me?" Sam seethed

"Just might kid. The name is Malcolm, so you know the name of the person who takes your life." Then he pounced across the frozen at Sam.

Dean sighed. He had been driving for less than a day and they still had at least a day to go. Every second he thought about Sam. What was happening to Sam now? Was he okay? Was Sammy being tortured? Dean gripped the steering wheel tighter.

"He's probably okay." Abigale said softly "I have never heard of the cultists killing a contestant just because he was strong willed. They actually like that better." Dean looked at her, his chest burning in worry.

"Great." Dean choked out" At least when he is murdered viciously by another person I will know that the damn cultists like him." Dean's voice cracked on the last syllable. Tears poured down his face. Abigale reached over and touched his arm.

"I'm sorry Dean. I know how it feels to lose someone. But Sam isn't gone yet. You have got to pull together if we are going to rescue him." Dean looked at her in surprise. Then he gave a small smile.

"Okay. What's the plan?"

Sam hadn't expected the man named Malcolm to fight him, but now he was so Sam went with it. Malcolm caught him with a right hook, and went for another hit but Sam caught his wrist and twisted it hard. Probably fractured. Maybe broken. Malcolm didn't even react. He went in with his left fist, and grabbed Sam's hair. In the space of a split second Sam realized what Malcolm was going to do. He's going to drown me! And then, Sam's face was shoved into the water. Sam strained against the hold. He kicked and attempted to hit Malcolm but it was all to no avail. Sam felt exhausted. Everything was going dark….