Hi folks!
Sorry I had this chapter on my PC like two days, ready for posting... but work didn't allow to do it sooner.
So, here's the next bit of the story... and I'm not going to babble to long, just ENJOY!
Lee
Whispers, gentle and soothing. He felt reassured and safe. He listened as the voices told him their story. Each one was unique and at the same time alike. They were ghosts. Imprisoned spirits by the one who was hunting him.
They had told him about "The Hunter". How he had played his game. How he had enjoyed their torture, and how their spirits had been drawn to this house.
It was a house with a dark history. It was a house where torture had taken place as "The Hunter" had been alive. It was marked, with pain and hate and screams. The energy of death so strong that even Hunter didn't dare to come in.
It had been the house were Hunter had killed for the first time.
It was both prison and sanctuary for the preys. Safe and secure, but only for the hunted, not for hunters…
We hate him! We'll stop him! We'll kill him!… with a hoarse "Stop!" Sam's eyes snapped open.
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Dean had kept vigil over his sleeping brother, somehow perturbed by Sam's words. He wasn't sure it was only delusion what Sam had talked about.
He couldn't pinpoint it, but the longer he was here, the more it seemed that the atmosphere in the shed changed, also there was no sign of something in here. It was as if the shed turned more alien and hostile with each passing minute, giving Dean the creeps and let his tension grow. He involuntarily shivered, running his hands up and down his naked forearms. Did he imagine this, or was the air getting… before he could finish that thought he felt airborne and hit the opposite wall hard. The hit knocked the wind out of him, left him gasping for breath, he felt the temperature around him drop. His skin prickled as the cold encircled him, leaving him unable to breathe, as icy fingers seemed to wrap around his throat. He tried to move his head, his arms, his legs, but all was immobilized, hold in bruising grasps by unseen foes.
His vision grew blurry as more and more oxygen was pressed from him, without being replaced. Every fiber of his body growing over-sensitive, if he would have had enough breath left at the moment he sure would have screamed. And then, through all this chaos and agony he saw movement and tried to focus on it, because deep down in his meddled mind he knew it meant safety.
And with Sam's yell to stop, everything ended and he fell boneless to the ground, heaving in breath after breath, fighting to stay conscious.
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"He's the hunter!" the voices told him. "He means harm. No hunter will come in and will live."
"He's no hunter! He's my brother. He means no harm. He…"
"He must die!" they continued.
"No! You'll leave him alone." Sam shouted, while struggling to sit up.
"You don't know what he'll become. He'll hunt you! He'll torture you! He'll kill you!"
A strange pressure started to build up behind his eyes. Sam grabbed for his head, holding it and shaking it no.
"He's my brother! He's here to help!" he whispered helpless.
"We can stop him! We can stop him! Let us in! Let us in! Let the hunter be the hunted! Let us in!" the voices seduced.
The pressure behind his eyes still increased, as he watched the spirits dance.
They were many, so many! He still felt dizzy and every part of his body hurt. His eyes fell on his brother on the ground, the spirits still around him, not holding him anymore, but ready to lunge again.
Looking down at himself he saw Dean's coat around him, letting him almost smile. His eyes wandered back to where Dean lay, his eyes closed now, heaving in breath after breath, that came out in white, misty puffs, seeing the tremors that ran through him.
Suddenly he knew what had to be done. With determination on his face, he pulled the coat from his shoulders, wincing as he stood, limping over to his brother on the floor.
Dean opened his eyes as he heard movement, looking at him, his gaze clouded and slightly unfocused.
Slowly Sam bent, ignoring the sting of his hip and his ribs, as he gently draped the jacket over Dean, his hands lingering for a second on his brother's chest, feeling comforted at the gentle but fast rise and fall.
Dean's eyes went wide as he could read the plan that had formed in Sam's mind. Ever so slowly he shook his head, his mouth moving to form the word "no" over and over again…
"I'm sorry…" Sam whispered again.
He knew this was dangerous, still it maybe was their only chance… he stood, turning his back to Dean, and then straightened, closing his eyes, telling the spirits around them:
"I'm inviting you. I'll let you in. We'll be able to leave your prison, and we'll find the real hunter and stop him. It's the only way for you to escape and find peace…"
As soon as he had finished he felt the cold within him grow, feeling the thought of others as they invaded him, felt their fear and hate and pain, almost doubling.
From far away he could hear Dean cry out for him to stop, but blue, blinding light filled every part of the shed suddenly and the last he could memorize of his brother was a thump and a strangled scream…
TBC...
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