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Hunted
John Winchester is hunted by more then just demons.
Chapter Seventeen
John was in Albuquerque sitting in the truck across the street from the property where the building that had piqued his curiosity was located. He had already done some research on the property down at the county records office and the library and had discovered that contrary to popular belief the building was never an Insane Asylum. It was actually used for several things over the years beginning in the early 1930's as an orphanage. It was also a nursing home, and boarding house, and finally a hospital. It was never an asylum but, it may have housed some patients that were insane while it was a hospital or nursing home.
He was also able to confirm that The Banditos Motorcycle Club who owned the neighboring property definitely owned this one too. After researching the motorcycle club John decided he needed to try and accomplish this job without pissing them off. He found no evidence that the rumors of the motorcycle club being a bunch of murdering thugs. In fact it was just the opposite. As with most motorcycle clubs these days they did more good things then bad. They just did it quietly so they could keep the bad boy image they seemed to enjoy.
A few discreet questions in was all it took to find out what bar the members of the Banditos hung out. John would go there tonight, but for now, he needed to get a closer look at the building and grounds so he figured a bit of reconisence was a good idea. He reached over and grabbed the package he'd picked up eariler and got out of the truck.
He walked down along the road that bordered the property until the road was clear of cars. Then he jumped the fence and began stealthly making his way towards the large building. The property was overgrown with bushes and dotted with trees. He crossed a channel of water that rippled slightly as the slow moving dark murky water wound its way down past the property.
Once over the channel he passed an old swimming pool that looked like it had not seen use in years. There was only the smallest amount of water at the deepest part of the pool. Likely it was left there during the last rain storm. Before he could make it past the pool he heard a deep menicing growl that stopped him in his tracks. The dog didn't bark, it just growled and he knew the rottweiler that guarded the property had found him. Since the animal was mentioned more then once during his internet search he had been expecting it that's why he had the package.
He pulled the bundle out of his pocket and unwrapped it then called to the dog. He encouraged it to come close enough to get the steak he now held in his hand. The dog was reluctant at first, a steady, deep growl lingering in its throat as it looked at John ready to leap into action. "Come on ya damn mutt, come and get," he said quietly holding out the setative laced steak. Slowly the dog made it's way towards him. He waited until he was sure the animal had the scent of the meat. Then he tossed the steak to the dog and watched as the rottweiler dug in and began devouring the steak. Giving the dog a wide berth John made his way towards the back of the old hospital.
The old building was in an obvious state of disrepair but all the windows and doors were still firmly in place. Scouting completely around the building John got the lay of the land and the building itself. The property was actually several acres of forested land most of which was out back behind the building. There were several man holes indicating the probabilty of tunnels below the old hospital but John wasn't ready to check those out yet. First he need to get inside check out the main building.
The building itself was shaped like the the letter 'P' with the back line of the 'P' at the back of the building or buildings as was actually the case. It seemed to be five separate buildings all connected through a series of covered walkways or halls. Most of the doors leading to the outside had chains around them, but John found one door at the back of the building that only had a deadbolt on it. That he could get past, in fact within less the a minute he was inside the building and working his way throught the debris littered halls checking the rooms as he went.
The place was far from empty each room having a sampling of items ranging from old decomposing beds, broken wheelchairs, tipped over cabints, surgical gloves and all manor of old outdated medical equipment. Entering one of the rooms he got a glimpse of the large courtyard that lay in the middle of the buildings. There was an odd assortment of chairs and couches surrounding an area at the center that had obviously been used for a bonfire. Old beer and soda bottles littered the ground around the chairs and bonfire.
John continued his daylight tour of the building entering and exploring each room as he came to it. His EMF meter stayed silent during his inspection of the building. However, as he made his way to the courtyard outside he began to get an uneasy feeling especially when the EMF started reading off the chart. The hairs on the back of his neck were beginning to itch in reaction to what ever was inhabiting the courtyard. When John closed his eyes he could almost hear the thing. It was like listening to the wind but it sounded almost like whispering. Like someone was whispering something under their breath, again and again… There was definitely something here and now John needed to find out what it was so he could destroy it.
Later that night he made his way past the line of motorcycles outside the pub that was currently occupied by a large number of the Banditos. As he entered the pub most of the patrons turned to look at him. He was definitely out of place here, but he didn't really care. He could hold his own in a bar fight if necessary though he didn't care much for the odds if one got started tonight. There were at least twenty members of the biker club in the bar. John glanced at the colorful vest one of the bikers wore. It looked vaguely familiar though he couldn't place it.
John walked to the bar, got a beer and went to the nearest pool table without caring who was playing. He put his money on the table calling the next game. He watched as the game was played out. The players on this table could not have been more opposite if they tried. One was a very large Hispanic man standing nearly six foot six. He had jet black hair with a matching beard and mustache.
He was getting his ass kicked by his opponent. She was a petite little thing standing just under five feet tall. Her long wavy blonde hair fell nearly to the center of her back and when she turned to John after winning the game her piercing blue eyes laughed as she told him to rack the balls if he planned on playing.
As he racked the balls John watched the other player give the winner a hug and walk away saying, "Samantha it just ain't right such a pretty little thing as you being able to whip me at pool."
"Danny, you know the only one who can beat me is Billy and he's not here so I guess the table is mine for the rest of the night," she called after him.
John smiled. He had only watched her shoot a few rounds, but he was pretty sure she was going to be very good. John got a stick from the rack, checked it, chalked it and waited for her to break.
She took the first shot and sank the three and seven on the break. Then she lined up the five-ball sunk it into the side pocket and lined up the two for a bank shot into the corner pocket but missed the ball.
John walked around the table and sank the thirteen, then took another shot and sank the fifteen and the eleven with the same shot. He was checking the table for the next shot when she said, "You're pretty good at this game. What's your name?"
Deciding on the twelve into the far corner John replied, "John Winchester," as he moved to the end of the table knocked in the twelve then walked around the table lined up on the nine and sank it.
John realized something was wrong as soon as he stood up. The room was quiet and every eye was now turned to him.
"Did you say John Winchester?" she asked.
"Well ma'am," John replied trying to recall if he'd ever pissed off anyone in this town. "That depends on why you're asking."
"I had a friend up in Utah not long ago who got into a little trouble up there," she replied.
John realized then where he'd seen the emblem on the back of the bikers' vests and he was really wishing he'd realized it a little sooner. Things looked like they were about to get interesting for John very swiftly. Giving away nothing John sank the fourteen and followed it with the eight to win the game. He looked around the room and realized if he had to fight his way out he would be in some serious trouble.
"He said you were good at the game. No one's ever beat him besides me," she told John as she watched him sink the eight ball. "He was right, you are good."
"Thanks," John replied. "I think though, that it's time for me to leave."
"Oh," she said, "I don't think so."
John started to put his stick back up in the rack when he felt a heavy hand land on his shoulder. "The lady's talking to you, Winchester. You're not going anywhere until she's done."
Rather then put the pull stick back in the rack John gripped it in both hands and prepared to defend himself as best he could. This was going to get ugly fast.
A/N Sorry it too so long to post this chapter, I had some computer problems. Anyway hope you enjoyed it and I promise to post the next chapter tomorrow. Please read and review.