Here's the conclusion to the Ruthie story. Enjoy and please, please review. Also check out my other prequel series focusing on wee Chris, and the main series. Cheers!
Dean's POV
Sitting in that Principle's office brings back memories of my own childhood. I was glad to leave after our meeting. Chris had been getting trouble by some kid who looks like she should be in "the Village of the Damned" of something. The kid freaked me out but it was Chris I was concerned about. She had only been at this school for three days and in those three days she had become an empty shell of the annoying kid sister that she is. She had claimed that this kid called Ruthie was a demon. I didn't know what to believe myself but I couldn't give up on my baby sister when she was in trouble. Dad was the first one outside when I heard him shout:
"Christina! What the hell are you doing up there!"
There was a tone of fear in his voice and I rushed out to investigate. What I saw scared the living hell outta me. My ten year old little sister was perched on the edge of the school roof. What was worse was that I could see another figure with her. It was that freak kid Ruthie and she was holding her by the collar of her sweater. For a brief second I swear I saw the kid's eyes go white. Shit!
I called up to Chris "Chrissie don't move! I'm comin' for you! Just for the love of God don't move!"
I could see the fear in her eyes and suddenly I saw a sight I never wish to see again. Ruthie let go of my sister and she fell from the roof's edge like a rock. I let out a terrified roar and raced to try and catch her but the force she was falling at was too quick. She landing with a heavy crunch. I hoped to God that crunch wasn't her neck snapping. I fell to my knees beside her limp rag doll body, Dad flopped down beside me. I pressed my ear against her chest. Thank God she was still breathing. I breathed a sign of relief as I her eyes fluttered open.
Chris's POV
I was dead. I had to be. My goddamn neck broke as soon as I bounced off the ground. Through the darkness I could sense a hand on my forehead and for a moment I swear a pair of blue eyes blinked at me. A flash of light brought me out of the darkness and I was suddenly alive again. I could feel something heavy on my chest. Shit my head was killing me! I needed to open my eyes. My eyelids creaked open and I could make out the very foggy face of my Dad and Dean. How the hell did I survive falling from a roof!
"Daddy?" I croaked lifting my arm to search for him "Where are you? Don't leave me Daddy."
I felt his hand in mine and I heard him say "It's me baby. I'm here and I ain't going nowhere."
My other arm went to search for Dean. He grabbed my hand and I groggily looked at him. I could see no sign of Ruthie anywhere. Or should I say Lilith. I tried to sit up but I was forced back down.
"No honey you gotta stay still," said Dad who turned to Dean, "Call 911. Hurry."
Dean disappeared with his cell phone, leaving me with Dad. I screwed my eyes in agony, I could sense the warm feeling of blood. I think it was from the side of my head. I'm not sure. I was aching all over. I wriggled with the discomfort only to be told off by Dad. I lay there with my Dad and brother by my injured body for several minutes before I could hear the faint sounds of an ambulance siren. I groaned. I hated hospitals. I swear once that freaky healing hand touched me, all my internal injuries were cured like a switch of a light bulb. It didn't cure my killer headache though. Which was a bitch. I was feeling sleepy suddenly and I could feel my eyes closing just as I could hear the footsteps of the paramedics.
Five Hours Later
Concussion was my diagnosis. Concussion! What the hell I fell of a damn roof I walk away with concussion! Dad was being awkward around me as he was not the mother hen type. Less could be said about Dean. He kept fussing over the slightest thing. Was I too hot? Too cold? Was I hungry? Thirsty? Sheesh. It remind me of when I was small and it would be the same routine if I caught a cold. Even then it pissed me off. Then again it has it's perks. I had control over Dean with a simple whine or whimper. It was like having a servant running around after you which was brilliant. Dad and Dean were shocked when the hospital staff released me out early regarding the accident I had. I couldn't give a rats ass personally. I wanted to get out of this town and on the road again. After this incident I prayed I would never have to go back to school again. School wasn't even safe from the supernatural.
Dad carried me into the motel and gently lay me on the bed. His eyes were soft and caring. A side of him I never knew existed until now.
"I don't know what I'd do without you baby," he told me in a quiet voice whilst stroking my hair, "I'd never forgive myself if anything happened to you. Neither would your mother. You remind me so much of her you know that. You've inherited her smile and beauty."
I felt a pain in my chest, the empty space in my heart was aching again. I so wish I knew her. I wish everyday that she was still with us but her fate was sealed on that night of the fire, when she burned alive in my nursery.
Dad planted a kiss on my forehead and patted the top of my head before he wander off to the bar. I sighed, he'd come back in a few hours drunk as a skunk, it was custom for him. I felt a nudge at my foot, I looked up to see Dean grinning and brandishing a video.
"Lemme guess, Die Hard" I said.
"Nope. Rush Hour" he replied shoving the video into the player "How 'bot it Karate Kid?"
Suddenly forgetting my concussion I leapt up "Hell yeah!"
So we laughed along with the capers of Carter and Lee the rest of the night with me curled up next to my brother, who had a protective arm around me. I smiled to myself. Everything was going to be alright now. In the morning we would be long gone. Although Lilith's words haunted me. She had plans for my family. It was just the matter of finding out what the hell she meant by it. I hoped she was lying, but I knew by her tone she wasn't. I dreaded the day when I would see her again. As the Terminator says "I'll be back."