Hey folks! Hope you're fine... here's the next chapter... there's more excitement ahead!
But I think you already have a guess what's going to happen.
Lee
Brian Coldwood knew what he had done. He could remember every single sick and perverted detail. His stomach rolled as he remembered the blood… the pleading… the crying… He was floating now, in something between awake and sleep. He had felt it leave, and with it left he felt beaten, and hurt. Something sticky and warm ran down his face. He remembered the young man he wanted to kill, and suddenly fright filled him. Maybe he had succeeded with throttling the life out of the boy? With a groan he forced his eyes open and looked at the dark corridor he lay in. No one was with him. He was alone. As the first loud clang let him flinch, he remembered the trapdoor and the small boy! He had to get him out of there!
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Doctor Mans was leaning against the wall beside the entrance of the ER. It had been a long night. Three shotgun-wounds, one of them he had lost… he sighed, and inhaled the smoke of his cigarette. He hated smoking. This was stupid! With an annoyed flick the cigarette went flying into the night. His eyes suddenly went big as he saw the black smoke rushing up to him, but the scream he opened his mouth for, never came, as the darkness pushed inside his body and filled him completely, trapping him there. He felt helpless as he started to move back inside the hospital…
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Sammy sat in the far corner of the little room now, wrapped up in Sam's coat. Sam's shoulder was meanwhile numb. He had repeatedly tried to open up that trapdoor, and was getting agitated by every passing minute. His cell-phone had no reception down here, and he needed to let Bobby know that the demon was on it's way. Again he pushed hard, feeling the muscles of his shoulder bruise, the bone grinding on bone. He jumped down as he heard a loud clang in return, and stepped back positioning himself between Sammy and the trapdoor. Soft light fell down from the now open door, and Sam took a deep gulp of fresh air. The figure that was staring down didn't seem threatening. The shadow swayed slightly and Sam recognized it was kneeling in the same second as he knew who was that man. "Help me…" the hurt man whispered, as his strength left him and he fell forward, falling through the opening and landed with a loud and sickening thud on the floor in front of Sam. Sam saw the odd angle Brian Coldwood now lay in, and knew he couldn't help him anymore. He turned around, bent down and scooped up the little boy in his arms. "I want you to close your eyes Sammy." He said to him and waited for the boy to comply. "That's great buddy. Now, you just wait until I tell you that it's okay to open them again, okay? Don't worry. It wont be for long." He hugged the small frame to him, one last time glancing around in the small prison.
Now that light fell down into the room it was illuminated in crimson, literally drenched in blood. And in almost the middle of this mess Brian Coldwood, another victim of Adze lay, with his neck broken.
Sam hurried to climb up the stairs now, ignoring his shoulder and his throbbing head. He needed to be back with Dean. And the little one in his arms needed to be checked out by a doctor.
As soon, as he was out on deck, in the cool night-air, he grabbed his cell-phone and speed-dialed Bobby's number.
Foreboding filled him as his call was redirected to Bobby's mailbox. He hurried back to the car and put Sammy down on the hood of the Impala, crouching in front of the little boy. "Hey, it's okay to open your eyes now." He said gently, while searching for the car-keys. Sammy opened his eyes and now, for the first time Sam could see them in the moonlit night. The prettiest, biggest blue eyes watching at him quietly. Blond, unruly locks framed the boys face. Sam smiled, grabbing the boy under the arm-pits and lifted him up again. "Lets hurry, okay? We drive to the hospital, and they will call your mom." He felt the little boys arms wrap around his neck again, and a gentle kiss was pressed on his cheek. Holding him tight for a moment Sam enjoyed the innocence of this gesture, and then opened the passengers-side door and put Sammy down again on the seat.
While walking back around the car he tried for a second time to reach Bobby. But again he failed.
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He wiped the knife clean, and stared down at the nurse he had killed. Her eyes looked back at him accusingly and he grinned nasty. Why had the bitch to insist that he had to follow her! That there was an emergency! Sure enough there was only one emergency in his life right now; Revenge! He'd seen a man pass by, leaving the room of Dean Tracy, the brother of his new foe. This was the time for him to move. It would be so easy! He'd have no struggle, only joy. Oh yeah, revenge was bitter-sweet. Moving down the corridor, he stopped one last time in front of the private room, enjoying the feeling of arousal before he killed, then with a quiet push he opened the door and entered…
TBC…