She flew at him, all power and speed and elegance. She landed a square punch to jaw and he screamed at the contact of semi-dry holy water. Before he could recuperate, she reached easily under her shirt. When her hand reappeared, it held the jagged silver atheme. The blade gleamed in the low lights and the intricate carvings were etched wickedly into the metal. Aistar gaped at it, but only for a moment. He sent his own blow, landing on her shoulder. Her only response was a quick kick upward, shoving him in the chest, making him stumble backwards.
"Get her, Dean!" she screamed at me, not even looking at me. I stopped watching her and ran to the girl. Her eyes found mine and she smiled brightly.
"Is John okay?"
I smiled and started picking the locks on the manacles. I heard the table behind me rustle with the clink of metal and I turned long enough to see Alistar lunge at Kat with a long wicked looking blade. I cringed at I heard it tear through her skin and stood to help her.
"No! The girl!" She said, moving in a circle around Alistar, not even noticing the deep gash on her stomach. I did as she said and finished picking the locks.
"Gonna get you outta here, hun," I told the girl. "You're brother's just fine. Was real worried for you though. We gotta get you up there so he can stop his worrying." She nodded seriously and sat up carefully as I undid both chains on her arms. "Where are you hurt?"
"Everywhere," she said, wincing and crying a little as she moved. I moved to pick her up and looked behind me.
"You took everything from me!" She screamed at him, her eyes wild. She lashed at him with the knife and he dodged. He went for her, pushing her against the wall, his hand a her throat. He screamed at the contact with holy water but kept his hold. He brought his other hand up and ran the knife along the neckline of her shirt. She twisted away from it and then smiled viciously.
An unearthly scream filled the small room as Alistar stumbled backwards. His face was filling with shock and despair and something like fear. The hilt of her knife was sticking out of his chest. A deep red was seeping through his white shirt and that searing yellow light was crackling from the wound. His head tilted back with his scream and for an instant. Just an instant, I saw the twisting mass of teeth and fire that was Alistar as I remembered him Hell. Then it was gone. Really gone. Kat seemed to deflate for a moment, but then stood and looked at the girl.
"Everything's going to be okay. We're going to get you an ambulance and get you all fixed up. Do you have any grandparents?"
"Yea, they live down the street from us," she said in a strained voice. Kat nodded and started walking back. I hurried to catch up to her, cradling the girl to my chest.
"What's your name, sweetheart?" I asked, giving her one of my famous smirks. I was scared. She was losing a lot of blood.
"Samantha," she whispered, her voice barely there.
"Pretty name," I responded. We made it outside and I was more than relieved to see that Sam called an ambulance. I laid Samantha onto the stretcher as the EMT fretted about her. Kat looked carefully at Samantha and then back at me. I nodded, understanding that she was going with her. She walked carefully over to the other kids and picked up John. He buried his face into her shoulder and together, they loaded into the ambulance. When they drove away, we put the other girls in the back of the impala and got in.
"Is he..?"
"Yes," I answered Sam's unanswered question.
"And?" He asked at my most likely depressed face.
"She finished him. And she knew him. Same way I did, and Sammy, she's been through so much," I hung my head, hands still firm on the wheel.
"You mean she was…?"
"Yea," I said, pulling up in to the hospital parking lot. The girls went in with us and we were sentenced to the waiting room of doom to wait while she went into surgery. Kat was in another chair, holding John close to her as he cried for his sister. The other girls went to him and cried too and Kat spoke to them in a quiet voice for a while. John nodded against her and she closed her eyes.
"When I find myself in times of trouble, mother Mary comes to me, speaking words of wisdom, let it be," she sang quietly her voice filling the dim waiting room and capturing every person's attention. A small family in the far corner, waiting for a car crash victim to come out of ICU stared openly at her, and a young couple next to Sam and I started singing along. Then the family joined, then an old man waiting for his wife to have a hip replacement, then the receptionist, then a mother and a child with a broken arm, and then Sam, and then me. The next time a doctor came in, he was quiet and just listened to us all grow in volume, until we were a chorus and I knew every person in this room would always remember this. As the last line blurred into the air as a mixture of our voices, i saw the tears in almost everyone's eyes. Sam was close to letting them fall and I even felt them behind my eyes. Kat had just gripped a singing and sobbing John tightly and let her voice rise above the rest of ours. "Speaking words of wisdom, let it be."