The Water
Ch 6
"So Byron was killed…by an ancient monster that eats people. And you two are actually monster hunters who came to town to kill it." Alex considered pinching himself to prove that this wasn't a dream, but then decided that it couldn't be. He would have woken up when the monster (Leviathan, as he now knew it to be called) knocked him unconscious, and if that was real then there was absolutely no reason why the rest of it wouldn't be. Had he been slightly calmer he would have thought that it was actually better if it wasn't, because that meant that he wasn't just having a mental breakdown.
Agent Smith nodded vigorously, "Yes, that's right. We also think that they can take people's shapes...or at the very least possess them," Alex thought that Smith's eyes flicked over to Novak for just a moment, but he was probably just imagining things, "that's why it looked like your grocer friend."
"So…what now? I mean, how are you guys going to hurt it? It ripped the biggest guy in school apart with its bare hands!" Agent Smith smiled uneasily, sitting down on the edge of table which occupied the center of the interrogation room.
"Well, you see, that's the problem. We don't exactly know how to kill them." Alex blinked.
"What? You mean you guys are going to go up against a freakishly strong supernatural creature that, for all you know, could be totally unkillable?"
"Nothing is completely indestructible." Agent Novak responded evenly.
"How do you know?" The female Agent's expression grew grim.
"Experience." The way she said it left no room for argument, so Alex didn't try. Besides, what could he say? He was a sixteen year old who spent half his time tripping over his own two feet and the other half tripping over other people's feet, he didn't know a thing about monster fighting. He checked his watch, gulping when he realized that it was well past six.
"Is there…umm…anything else that you need to ask me about, or can I go now?" His mother would be upset with him if he was late for dinner without an excuse and even more upset if she knew he was with the police. The typical stony silence of Mulch family suppers was unbearable enough without the disapproving stare of its matriarch added into the mix.
"No. But be careful. The Leviathan might come after you." Agent Smith hopped off the table and opened the door. He then abruptly closed it.
"I was right. He did come after you."
"How do you know?" Alex asked.
"He's here?" Novak asked, though it didn't really sound like a question. It was more like an assumption that Novak had already made, and was only stating aloud for Alex's benefit.
"Shit."
For once, Alex was in total agreement with Agent Bristoll.
The Leviathan wiped blood from its its mouth with the back of its hand, standing up from its newest kill and examining the front room of the Crestview Police Department boredly. Slaughtering all of the town's detective's had been far less exciting than he thought it would be.
Excitement was really the only reason why the creature had come to the backwater, backwards town of Crestview. Well, excitement and the fact that it was just far enough away from the higher ups that it didn't think they would catch up. It hated its superiors almost as much as it hated boredom.
When the Leviathan had first emerged from the faucet of a man named Ryan Knowles, it had simply been glad to be free from purgatory and melting vessels. Then, the joy of freedom was overpowered by the joy of being alone. For the past few hundred thousand years, the Leviathans had existed as a massive clump, squabbling and screaming at each other so loudly that an individual Leviathan often could not tell whether they were one of the participants or not, simply because the arguments drowned out its individual thoughts. When it entered Ryan Knowles, however, it was left alone to its thoughts. Well, alone once he mentally beat Ryan's consciousness to death, that is.
That solitude hadn't lasted, however, as soon one of the other Leviathans (one inhabiting a Hispanic man whose name this Leviathan couldn't quite remember) had come knocking on its door and demanding it become involved in the boss's plan. The Hispanic Leviathan had continued hounding it for quite a while, and it became sick of the attention rather quickly. The whole situation reminded it a bit too much of the claustrophobic social situation in Purgatory.
So, the Leviathan left. It left South Dakota and set off in a random direction, taking care not to kill too many people until it was at least two states over so as to avoid attracting attention from its brethren. It didn't want to have to deal with them anymore, it just wanted to have fun. It thought the idea of forcing some hapless Hunters to chase it would be rather fun. At the moment though, the whole fiasco was just too easy for the Leviathan's taste.
The problem, the Leviathan thought as it skimmed over a map of the building that was posted behind the front desk, was that it hadn't met the Hunters yet. That would soon change, however. Those two suits who had entered the building exactly an hour ago weren't human, the Leviathan could practically taste it. The man was from a species it couldn't identify, thrilling in his strangeness. The woman, though, it recognized. The woman was the little angel Castiel, the one who had so graciously allowed them to use its body until the meatsuit exploded. And if there was one thing the Leviathan had learned from poking around the angel's mind, it was that where Castiel was, Hunters were sure to follow.
As the Leviathan stalked toward the PD's only hallway, a door opened and a man peeked out. The male non-human. When the man caught sight of the Leviathan, he hastily shut the door.
The Leviathan smiled and walked toward the interrogation room at a leisurely pace, confident that his little game of cat and mouse was about to become much more fun.
The Doctor tried, futilely it seemed, to calm Alex down. As soon as the boy realized the repercussions of a flesh eating monster trapping them in a tiny room, he had begun to hyperventilate. The Doctor was quite sure that he would be doing much better attempting to quiet the teen if Detective Bristoll hadn't immediately started muttering about last stands and taking the thing down with them.
"Did you actually see the Leviathan, or merely bodies?" Cas asked. The mention of corpses managed to freak out Alex even more. The Doctor shot Cas a look, and the angel had the decency to look ashamed.
"It was there." Cas frowned.
"It knows where we are then. That is rather unfortunate." Cas approached the Doctor. The Timelord was about to ask what he was doing, but then the angel knelt down and put a hand on Alex's forehead. The boy's breathing began to slow, and his hands stopped shaking. When he was calm, the teen looked up at the angel.
"What did you do?" Cas ignored to question.
"Considering that this is likely your first time dealing with a potentially lethal situation, your reaction is perfectly natural. However, now is not a good time to be functioning on diminished mental capacities, so it would be rather nice if you could attempt to remain calm."
"Answer the kid's question." Bristoll asked, glaring at Cas.
"I see no reason why I should have to."
"What you just did isn't normal." The detective's stare looked as though it could possibly destroy building, but Cas was unaffected.
"At the moment, we have far more pressing issues than my abilities." Bristoll grumbled, but before he could actually argue there was a pounding on the door.
"He's here." Alex said, already sounding shaky again. The teen was doing better this time, however, and the Doctor made a note to congratulate him if they both survived.
"Everyone press yourselves up against the walls on either side of the door." The Doctor said. Cas looked at him, surprised.
"Why?"
"When that thing opens the door, if it only sees me you might be able to slip out."
"I am fairly sure that Leviathans have peripheral vision."
"What do you suggest?" Cas was silent.
"You cannot sacrifice yourself, River will be most displeased if you do."
"You can't sacrifice River, or I'll be most displeased. That leaves the Detective and Alex. Are you suggesting we let the Leviathan kill one of them?" Cas said nothing for a long moment. Then, he let out a sigh, the sigh of a person who was very used to people coming up with suicidal plans, and pressed himself against the wall. Bristoll and Alex followed, the detective holding his gun in such a manner that he could easily shoot the Leviathan if he it was stupid enough to stand in the doorway. There was another thud. And then another. And then another. There was a sound of groaning metal and then the door flew open and the Leviathan strode into the room.
A/N: So…yeah. That happened. I'm sorry I haven't updated for a while but my computer died and I just got it back.