A/N. ok, I forgot about this until like 20 minutes ago LOL…So, uh, sorry. Anyway, please review. Five more and this is my first story to reach 100! WEEEE.
I'm not really a fan of this chapter, but hey, I tried…so I apologize before hand if it blows.
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Drip-Drip
Oh man, did his head hurt. He felt like he had just been tackled by the whole Steelers defensive line…without pads. What the hell did that creepy little girl stick him with that it left him feeling this way. 'Ok, Sam. Time to open your eyes' he thought, trying to will his lids to open.
Drip-Drip
What was that noise? Someone needed to turn whatever that was off. The dripping sound hit his brain like a Mac truck. Groaning, his finally cooperated and opened a sliver and immediately he wished he were unconscious again. He was in some sort of cave, rock walls surrounding him on all sides. 'This doesn't look like the familiar building'
What made it worse was the fact the little girl from before was staring at him with a child like glee that was awful disconcerting. "Hi Sammy!" she squealed "Sleep well?"
"Who the hell are you?" he gasped, wincing as he lifted his head a fraction. The fact that he felt like he had a bowling ball for a head didn't help matters either.
"oh that doesn't matter" she responded, taking a few more steps toward him. It was then that he realized his situation. He was sitting in a high backed chair, hands resting at his side, but he could not move them…at all. The only thing he could move was his head. The dripping sound from before was actually the sound of a leak in the rock ceiling that landed on his left arm, though he couldn't feel it. "What did you do to me!" he cried.
"A paralytic agent. We don't want you going anywhere Sam"
"Why?"
"Cause we need you to lure your brother and his freak of nature clone down here" she said, giggling in a way that unnerved Sam. She couldn't be more then 11 or 12, yet she managed to get his whole 6'5" body into this chair, unlikely. There was something more behind this.
"What do you want my brother for?"
"Well, I guess it couldn't hurt to tell you, since you aren't going anywhere. Once we found out your brother and that thing were in the building, our whole agenda changed. on of the rituals called for twins, which being in a snake cult, that sort of thing is looked down upon. We had originally settled on just one sacrifice, a less powerful one, until who should happen to walk into our midst, but a pair of genetic twins"
"You do know they aren't genetically alike, don't you?" Sam interrupted.
"They're close enough. They're twins in every way that matters. Anyway, we have the book back from you, who was stupid enough to keep it in your pocket instead of dumping it somewhere, and once your job is through, you're no longer useful"
'Who the hell is this girl?' he thought 'And how does she know so much?'
"I have some bad news for you" Sam spat "He doesn't know where I am. Obviously I've been moved somewhere, somewhere he has no clue exists. So you might as well kill me now"
The little girl laughed "You haven't been moved anywhere, you're in a sub-basement under the building. And we left you're brother all the clues he needs to find you. If he doesn't, well then, he's an idiot"
Crap. Even if Dean couldn't find him, he was with two transgenic that probably could. Either way, Dean and Alec were walking smack dab into a trap.
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"You know, for kidnapping someone, these familiars are pretty sloppy" Max said, finding another item of clothing, a sock, Sam's sock according to Dean.
"No one wears those regulation dollar store brand tube socks but Sammy" he had said "They must have gone this way"
"I don't like this" Alec said, slowing his walking speed "Something just doesn't smell right"
"Spidey senses tingling, Genetic Wonder?" Dean asked, not really paying attention, but rather walking straight ahead down the hallway the trail had lead them.
Alec ignored the comment and continued "How often does someone lose a sock unless its pulled off?"
Max turned around to face her transgenic brother "Are you saying it's a plant?" Alec simply answered her by making that you-got-it face she used to find so annoying. However, when Dean made the same face, she found it appealing. It was odd how she saw both of them. They were alike in almost every way, including mannerisms and a quick wit that became annoying especially when they went after each other, yet Dean caught her attention more. Maybe Alec was right. She didn't actually have a thing for Dean, but instead, he was just an outlet for her feelings toward Alec. She pushed that aside for the moment and concentrated on the task at hand.
"So, are you saying we're walking into a trap?"
"I'm surprised you didn't pick up on it sooner" Alec answered. "C'mon, we're being directed somewhere. Though, I haven't the foggiest where"
"Wait a sec, didn't that Ames White guy say something about them using us for something?" Dean added, pointing to Alec.
"Yea, some sort of ritual"
"But what?" Dean asked himself, thinking out loud "The gun to my head was a little distracting"
"He didn't say" Max said "I think we may need to rethink our strategy"
"Well, they're obviously bating us. Either they have Sam or they don't. One way or another, our only lead is this trail" said Dean
Alec conceded the point. This was the only lead they had and they had little choice but to follow is, no matter how much Alec hated it. Even if he had decided to turn away and go back to his crappy little apartment, pull out a bottle of scotch and forget about this familiar problem, Dean wouldn't and the blockhead would probably get himself killed.
Alec sighed heavily and sent Max a sideways glance, asking her with a look what they should do. She merely shrugged and followed Dean who had already continued on his merry quest to find his brother.
"If we don't follow him, he'll probably get himself ritually sacrificed" she said, echoing Alec's concerns.
"Fine, lets go" he replied with a frustrated sigh, setting off after Dean followed closely by Max.
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Their trail of random articles of clothing lead them to an unimposing steel door at the end of a first floor hallway. It was the only door available in the otherwise empty corridor, with Sam's other sneaker lying before it. There was no other way they could go but forward and all three hesitated.
"Well, go ahead" Alec said to Dean "Open it"
Dean stared at the doorknob for a moment, reaching out his hand, before pulling it back "No way. It could explode or something…you open it"
"Oh for the love of…I'll open it" Max snapped before grabbing the knob and pulling.
Of all then things they imagined to be on the other side of the door, a rocky cavern wasn't one of them. There were chiseled steps that lead down onto a gravel trail that ran into yet another, much smaller cave, the contents of which could not be made out from their current position.
"Damn…" Dean mumbled, sticking his head through the door in order to gaze down the long staircase. Max and Alec followed suit, looking around the massive cavity.
"It's the perfect place for an ambush" Alec whispered to Max while Dean was distracted.
She nodded "Yeah, it is"
"So, uh, any ideas?" Dean asked, turning to the two transgenic.
"Not really" they both answered in unison.
He sighed and made a move to go forward down the steps before being yanked back by the shirt collar by Alec. "What?"
"Does it strike you that there are tons of places they could be hiding waiting for us?"
"Yeah, it does. However, we've already made a bunch of noise. If they are out there they already know we're here"
"Well then the element of surprise is shot. We might as well move on. Just stay alert" stated Max before making a move forward as well.
Alec relinquished his hold on Dean's shirt and watched for a moment as his two companions started down the stairs. 'Why am I always the voice of reason?' he thought 'Stupid Manticore upbringing'
Eventually he did follow, keeping his sharp eyes and ears alert for any unusual sign of movement.
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Sam wished he could feel his body below the neck. Whatever they had given him was powerful stuff. Also, this little girl was just staring at him with eyes that seemed to bore into his very being…it was very annoying.
After a while, she sat up a little straighter, her smile widening. "Guess who's here?" she said
'Dammit Dean, run!' Sam silently willed his brother.
"He can't hear you" she stated, that sick smile still on her face.
Sam looked at her, trying to hide his shock 'Did she just read my thoughts?'
"Yes, I did"
"You're psychic?" Sam gasped
"I was bred to be." she answered "I'm one of the breeding cults best and brightest. We children are highly valued"
"Then what are you doing watching me?"
"Probing your mind for information on your brother. I didn't know you held him in such high regard, being you treat him like the bane of your existence. Does he know you look up to him like you do?"
"Probably not" Sam sighed "Why do you want information on my brother if you're just gonna kill him anyway?"
"For fun, there's nothing better to probe your mind for aside from useless facts. He's the most interesting thing in your life…a pity really"
If Sam could move he would have slapped this girl into next week. To make matters worse, his father decided to join the party, placing a hand on the little girls shoulder. "It's alright Katy, I'll take it from here"
"But his mind is so much fun to read" She pouted. She did listen though, walking out of the room.
"Bye Katy, nice chatting with you!" Sam called after her, trying to be sarcastic. She merely stuck out her tongue at him before disappearing behind a corner, leaving Sam with his father.
"I asked to be the one to euthanize you when the call comes down from the higher ups. You always were the weaker of my sons" John said, smiling just a bit at the thought.
"Oh, so now you acknowledge me as your son. I feel so privileged" Sam spat back.
John just shrugged it off, taking the seat the little girl Katy had previously occupied, staring at him. He didn't speak any more, however. He was content to just leer at his youngest son.
'Oh God, Dean…stay away' Sam thought 'please'
