Hey everyone! Sorry I took so long to update. But I had gone away for a trip and came back last night. Anyways, in this chapter, Dean isn't mentioned. I'm sorry about that. But he didn't have much to do. But still, he will later. And I'm having a little writers block, sorry about that too. Anywho, hope you like the chapter.
Chapter 5... Scream
11 AM
Audric slowly backed away from the snake towards the wall behind him. He looked up at the hole and said, "Leah! Sam! What do I do?!" Sam ran up to the foot of the stairs and yelled, "Audric! Use the force field! We'll get you out of there soon!" Audric nodded to himself and put his hands in front of him and created a small force field, as the snake slithered further towards him. As he reached the wall, it suddenly slipped backwards through a trap door, and Audric fell down a long tunnel, finally ending at sleek looking room somewhere hidden in the house. Audric looked to the ceiling of the room, all he could see was five movable tiles. As he went towards a door on one end, and tried opening it, one of the tiles suddenly fell open, dropping a hot liquid onto his hand. Audric yelled in agony as he realized it was acid and retracted his hand. The pain was unbearable, and Audric sank to the ground on his knees, looking at his completely burnt hand. He put a weak force field above his head and yelled out, "Help! Somebody help me!"
Meanwhile…
"Kid!? Kid! Where the fuck did he go?" Asked Leah, looking back at Sam. Sam looked equally confused, but could now hear faint shouting coming from somewhere. He shook his head and said, "Leah. Hear that? Doesn't it seem like… Audric?" Leah tried to hear the sound intently and could now hear Audric's screams coming from somewhere below. "We have to find him!" Exclaimed Sam, while Leah rolled her eyes and said, "Sure we will. But first, we need to get that damned key. I'm going down." As Leah started pulling the rope up, Sam looked down and said, "Well you can't go there without something to ward off or injure that snake! I'll go and find something…"
As Sam trailed off and walked into the dining room, he looked around for something Leah could use. Hayden was nowhere to be seen, which was weird as he had come in there a few minutes ago. While looking around, Sam noticed a small door on one side of the room. He walked towards it, and tried opening it. When it wouldn't budge, Sam stepped back, and kicked the door open. As soon as he did, a quick whip kind of sound was heard, and he fell backwards, yelling in pain. Leah ran down the stairs and towards him and looked at Sam, lying in a tiny pool of his own blood. She looked at the open room, and saw a nail gun attached to the other side of the door, at around her waist length. She looked at Sam writhing in pain, with a long nail through one side of hand and out the other and said, "Sam! We have to get that nail out of your hand! It's making you bleed too much!"
Sam tried getting up, and he slowly did and walked away from Leah and said, "No way. Nothings coming out. We'll just… let it stay in." Leah walked a step closer to him and said, "No Sam. We're not letting it stay in. Now stop acting like a baby!" Sam stepped another step backwards, and Leah jumped for his legs. She caught them, and he stumbled to the ground, and she jumped on top of him, amidst his reluctant yells. Leah looked at Sam's puppy dog eyes and said, "Sorry baby, this might hurt a bit." As she caught his hand and pulled out the nail quickly, Sam yet again shouted out in anguish. Leah stood up and took out a handkerchief from her pocket and wrapped it around Sam's hand. "Now relax, it's over." Sam slowly sat up, biting his lip, trying to control himself from screaming any further. "I hate you for that," he said to her, and she smiled and said, "Aww, me too."
Leah walked outside the dining room, and Sam slowly followed her. She went into the kitchen and came out in a minute, holding a small fire extinguisher. She put it on the floor and said, "You think that'd be enough to beat the shit out of a snake?"
Well, that's all. Please review..
