Time Falls Away
Disclaimer: You know the sitch.
A/N: Yes! Exams are so over! Here you go!
Her Curse
"Sam, what the hell is…?" I demand before he ever so rudely stuffs a hand in my face with a finger over his lips with a shh. I roll my eyes and whisper "when are ya gonna tell me why we're in the sewers?" He deliberately ignores me and continues off ahead.
I barely know him and I swear I really, really just want to smack him upside the head. No really, really doesn't begin to cover the half of it really.
Stubborn Ass.
I creep after him as quietly as possible. My black boots are covered in… I don't even want to think about what. Ugh it's nasty down here.
Come on down! Only ten dollars, if you're lucky, a peek-see, you'll experience the unique sewage smell, feel, sounds, sights, and if you're real lucky tastes.
I can't count how many times I've been in these disgusting tunnels. Of course this is New York, and not Seattle, even nastier. What the country is hit by the ever so damaging Pulse and they suddenly don't have the time for waste management? What the hell is wrong with these people?
"Sa-am" I growl tersely pulling on his sleeve. He pauses for a moment and distractedly glances around. "Where are we going?"
"I had another vision…" I must've let my look of doubt slip on my face because he's stubbornly ready to argue with me. You can tell when he gets that mood about him. His lips kinda twitch and purse into something resembling a… pout? It's way too recognizable. But the dead giveaway is most likely the hand gestures and pleading look of sincerity.
"Look Max… you're just gonna have to believe me on this one" I roll my eyes, total reflex. He gives a half-hearted smile and I follow him… reluctantly.
I don't know why I do it. Follow him, trust him for that matter. For all I know he could've had something to do with what happened to Alec. Something about him… I just can't pinpoint it. It's like when Mia puts the whammy on me, but more real.
I guess when it all comes down to it he's all I have right now. It's this, or that. When that is sounding scarier by the moment, I choose this.
I hear chanting… all too familiar chanting... No pun intended.
That son of a bitch…White.
Silently I skulk past Sam at a frenzied pace. His hand catches my shoulder in a clamped down grip. "Let me guess…" I mutter "this is where the plan comes into play?" he nods with an arrogant smirk.
Guess it runs in the Winchesters genes huh?
He tugs me up a ladder, which ever so conveniently leads to this shaft. Maybe I shouldn't underestimate those psychic abilities. The spacious tunnel is netted giving us a clear view to the ceremony if that's what you want to call it.
They're lighting some white candles, across the mantle in the front. Children are taking turns. Each creature has an impassive, cold impression fronted. Like always. It's creepy, their little evil schemes, and dark auras. Really creepy.
They're speaking that eerie tone, in that stupid language. What's wrong with English? I completely think it should be universal it would save us a whole load of bullshit. Not all of us are fluent in gibberish after all.
A man in the front is holding a tattered book, leading everyone on with a chant now. I wonder what they're saying. I really need to get some language lessons from Alec when I get his stupid ass awake.
I get a bubbly energy almost tickling the pits of my stomach. It kind of burns.
That's when I notice it, the empty space behind me, all lost from any sort of solid form. Sam's gone. Well isn't this just dandy?
I slide out of the place I reside, whispering his name in a bothered tone. Stupid, stupid Sam.
I walk down a dark tunnel where I see some flickering light emerging. There are some men huddled around a form unsurprisingly resembling an unconscious Sam. The walls are covered in computer screens. I know, I thought the same thing. Computers? Familiars?
No freaking way!
"Hate to be the buzz kill, but party's over boys" My fist outreaches to the nearest man.
That would be the element of surprise my friends.
Blood spurts everywhere but he doesn't seem to notice. A younger boy lunges at me, I step to the side. As much as I would like to think they are all the same, the kids really tear me down. I find myself hesitating when it's time to throw a punch, or letting them off easy. The boy catches me in the side emitting a sharp pain.
I really need to stop doing that.
Just as I fling myself at the boy, my muscles tense. I feel immobile, stuck. I try to move again, it's strong, vivacious… and pinning me to the wall.
Don't ya hate when that happens?
"Enough" a young girl hollers over the men. Her long chestnut hair drapes over her shoulders in wispy waves, big blue eyes meet my own. I think it has become quite obvious who has restrained me against the wall. "She is the one we've been waiting for."
Hold up? Waiting for? How could they be waiting for me? Why would they wait for me? How did they know I was even here? Crazy telepaths, psychic… whatevers.
I try to find my words, to ask her what the hell she means. I find my voice stuck as well. She grins at me, appearances are clearly deceiving. "You'll find out" she vows in a light hearted tone.
I would kill to roll my eyes right now. Secrets suck.
"Sam… Sam…" I wake to hear the threateningly insistent voice. Yes, this is just what I need, a controlling chick making my head pound even more than usual. I groggily reach a palm up to my head and draw back my hand when I feel blood. Okay so maybe it isn't purely her annoyance.
"Max" I mutter.
"Sam, you're awake?" she sighs, and sounds relieved. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, where are you?" I blink trying to find my vision, but wherever it is we are it is dark.
"Over here, kinda ball and chained… did they tie you up?" I suddenly feel the cold metal wrapped around my wrists. I wiggle attempting at shaking them off, no such luck.
"Yeah… Max? Who's they exactly?"
"Familiars, cult breeding lunatics, fascist losers let me tell ya"
"Familiars?" I shake my head in confusion. Big mistake. The throbbing sends a pulsing pain aching through my head.
"I'll explain later, right now… well right now we need to get outta here"
"I could've told you that" I mumble. Man my head hurts. Kind of feels like someone hit me with a truck and decided to roll over me a few times.
"Yeah whatever" she growls in that ever so pissed off tone. It makes me wonder, does she talk to everyone that way?
"You have a plan then?" I ask ignoring her droning attitude.
"Um…" I hear some chains rattling and a huff.
"You don't have a plan do you?"
"Well…"
"Max?" I ask again.
"No, I don't have a plan. Getting the hell out of here would be a start" she sighs heavily.
Quietly she and I sit in the damp room, unjustifiably listening to the drip, drop, drip, drop of the leaky faucet. She rustles and tells me people are coming. I have no idea how she could figure that, I can't hear a thing.
Surely enough a few tender moments longer I hear the rattling of keys.
A glow emits through the room following a click of a switch. I can see Max now, she is bound to a wall across from me. A girl enters the room with a small smile lit upon her face. Only moments later, that man, the one from my vision, walks in with an all too pleased smile plastered on.
"Max, we're ready" the small girl sing songs making me just a little more confused. Ready for what? And why's he here.
This cannot be good.