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Chapter 3
"We've got to be close," Dean huffed, "We've been hoofing it North for a good fifteen minutes."
Sam turned a corner, in the lead. "Hopefully Cass will catch up soon and then we can…"
Maniacal laughter stopped the hunters short. The three men turned toward the sound echoing ominously off the walls. Sam jerked his head in the direction of the resonance. The laughter quickly led them to a heavy steel door.
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Tears streamed down Ayla's face and a hoarse whimper escaped her throat. Today, her demon tormentor was a huge muscle bound giant with a handlebar mustache and a cruel grin. His torture held far less finesse than that of his predecessors. He had already snapped her left wrist like it was a toothpick, and now he held her right ankle between his two paws. Slowly, oh so slowly, he twisted.
"Don't know what the boss sees in a pathetic bit of female such as yoself. Waste of time if you ask me…tryin' ta turn ya complacent. We already got that special blood of yours…who cares about one lousy sou…"
The heavy steel door across the room blasted open, slamming against the concrete wall with a resounding crash. Both Aiyla and the demon jerked in surprise. The demon lost control of the artful line he had toed between the mere infliction of pain and actual breaking. Her ankle snapped instantly. Black shadows encroached on her vision and fog threatened to pull her into the painless escape of oblivion. She fought the temptation to give in to the shade's seductive call, focusing instead on the scene unfolding before her.
The outline of three men loomed in the doorway. Light from the brighter lit hallway forced Aiyla to squint her suddenly watering eyes to make out their faces. One man whistled in appreciation as he assessed the giant mammoth before him. "Holy hell. Well it looks like somebody's been eating their spinach."
Aiyla didn't know what spinach had to do with anything, however she deduced his meaning and certainly could not argue. Her tormentor was nearly seven feet tall, with muscles on top of his muscles.
A man wearing a battered ball-cap and wielding a sawed off shot-gun spit on the ground, "I think we found our abomination. Time to kill the Hulk."
The tallest of the three readied a wicked looking knife and glanced to where she lay, "You like hurting girls who can't fight back you overgrown sack of steroids?"
The creature simply flexed its biceps and grinned, "I take what I can get. Of course you three look to be a mite more entertainin.' Let's have a go, what do ya say?"
He charged the green-eyed man, throwing him into the wall as if he weighed no more than a child. She winced in sympathy, knowing first-hand the force of his bone-crunching strength. The remaining two men stood in shocked silence for a brief moment…and then all hell broke loose.
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Bobby let loose a round of buckshot and salt. The mixture blasted against the big man's back, but the beast simply growled in annoyance. Rolling his massive shoulders, he slowly turned to the hunter. He whipped out a meaty paw with a lightning fast speed that belied his lumbering size, and snatched the gun from Bobby's grip. Simultaneously, he planted a heavy booted foot in Sam's chest. Sam flew backward. His rapid momentum sent him crashing into a wall nearly 8 feet away where he slumped to the floor, stunned. Ruby's knife skittered across the room, landing near Dean's slumped form. Dismissing Sam for the moment, the giant grinned and turned his attention back to Bobby.
He advanced slowly, barely pausing when another blast of rock-salt hit him full in the chest. Looking down, he poked his finger through one of the many holes that riddled his shirt. "Ouch that stings…and look, you've ruined my favorite torturin' shirt."
Bobby backed up blindly, eyes wide. "Now let's not, arghrhhh…"
The giant cut off Bobby's words, whipping out his arm to clench around the hunter's throat. Bobby's face quickly began to turn red and then purple as he suddenly found himself hoisted off the floor.
"Snapping yer neck is gonna be so much more satisfyin' than snappin some puny females bo…"
"No more bone cracking for you Andre!" Dean leapt onto the giants back and plunged the Demon blade into his neck. The beast roared in fury and pain. Rearing backwards, he slammed the hunter into a concrete pillar. Dean gasped, as the air forcefully escaped his lungs, but held on. He wrenched the blade out of his foe's neck and twirled it in his grip. The new hold allowed him to thrust the knife up into the vulnerable skin of the monsters lower jaw. Shock blinked in and out between the red static like flashes emanating beneath the creatures meat-suit. "That has to kill you." Dean panted in triumph.
The creature gave one last livid roar, and then the hellfire's that smoldered beneath his skin blinked out. Dean's grin of relief quickly turned to one of panic when the monster careened backward. Like a giant redwood felled by a lumberjack, the brute went down, taking the hunter with him in a resounding thud. Dean lay leveled between the colossal weight of his dead adversary and the unforgiving concrete of the floor. Moaning, he raised his head and coughed pitifully, "Timber." He closed his eyes and dropped his head back onto the concrete.
Sam lurched to his feet with a groan, shaking his head to clear the fog "Bobby, you ok?"
The old hunter, had landed on his backside the moment Dean plunged the knife into their foes neck. He remained seated, sucking air in greedily. "Damn fool Godzilla nearly crushed my windpipe."
"Guys…A little help?" Dean wheezed beneath the giant.
Sam and Bobby stumbled over to him and groaned with effort, rolling the dead mammoth off Dean's prostrate form.
"How are you doing?" Sam clasped Dean by the arm, hoisting him to his feet.
Dean sucked in a pained breath, his voice a little higher than normal, "Well, it's not every day you get leveled by Godzilla, but all things considered I think I'm good." He tried to straighten, but gasped, clutching at his side, " I think that damned freak cracked my ribs."
Sam's face grew shadowy, "You going to be ok?"
Dean nodded, waving Sam toward the girl that lay huddled in the corner. "I'll be fine, so long as Cass get's his feathery ass over hear at some point to fix me up."
Bobby rubbed his behind, glaring at their fallen adversary. "Well, all things considered, that could have went way worsen' it did. For a genetic cocktail, it sure didn't take much to fell the thing. I think I've went up against Wendigo's harder to kill than this dumb shit." He kicked at the creature's foot for emphasis.
Dean glowered at Bobby, "Speak for yourself old man." He cast the monster one last murderous stare and then shrugged and limped painfully behind Sam toward the human cowering in the corner. "Let's not look a gift horse in the mouth huh? I'm not complaining."
Focusing their attention on the girl, the hunter's expressions darkened to murderous.
"Hells bells." Bobby breathed.
Grime covered the girl from head to toe. Long snarled hair of an indistinguishable color fell clear the floor and pooled on the ground where she lay slumped against the cold stone of the wall. It was almost impossible to guess at her age. Her stature was small…and curled in on herself as she was… she appeared childlike. However, the gentle fullness of her hips and undeniable curvature of her chest suggested she was older than she appeared. A heavy iron collar enclosed a delicate neck, and the skin beneath it looked raw and inflamed. A weighty chain attached to the metal and trailed onto the ground where it linked with a bracket cemented into the floor. Her only protection from the biting frigidity of the air was a threadbare sundress that looked like it might have started out white. Now, thanks to the copious amounts of blood and grime that covered it, it more closely resembled a sick version of tie-dye. Her right ankle was double the size of it's twin. She cradled her left wrist against her chest, which had obviously suffered a similar fate. Blood trickled from her hairline and the corner of her mouth, while long thin cuts riddled her arms.
Shaking off his shock, Sam took another step toward her, squinting to distinguish the shadows from the girl. He stopped short when she let out a mewling cry and curled tighter in on herself in fright.
"Shit, look at her legs."
Dean squinted, and his eyebrows slammed together in perplexed outrage, "Is that…yarn?!"
The flesh of each of her thighs sported a neat crisscross pattern of stitching that extended nearly to her knees. HerThe flesh pulled tight around the stitches and appeared red and angry with inflammation. Sam knelt down; hoping the substantial decrease in height would prove far less intimidating. He reached out a cautious hand, "Listen, we're not going to hurt you, I promise. We just want to get you out of here." The female shuddered, but kept her eyes downcast. Every rigid line of her body spoke of wary disbelief.
Sam tried again, "We just want to get you some help ok? We're hunters. My name's Sam Winchester and that's my brother Dean." Sam paused. The girl had darted her eyes up for split second. The rigidity of her body eased infinitesimally. The hunters exchanged glances; perhaps the demons had dropped their names at some point in her presence. She definitely recognized the name Winchester. Sam continued, "The old guy over there is Bobby Singer." Bobby remained at a respectful distance, not wanting to crowd her anymore than she already was.
Dean slowly moved forward, "Listen sweetheart, you're hurt bad and there's probably going to be more demons showing up soon. We just want to get you safe before that happens. Do you understand?"
The female graced them with the barest of nods. Reaching with her unbroken arm, she touched a shaking hand to the cold metal that circled her throat. Dean eased forward…approaching her as one would a cornered animal. His every move was slow and deliberate, giving her plenty of time to process and accept his intent. He gingerly touched his hand to her chin, tilting her head to the side to get a better look at the collar. "Damn, it's been soldered together. How in hell are we supposed to…"
Dean snapped his mouth shut. A hint of life lit into the girl. Seeming to notice the pained way he held his ribs, she raised her head. The hunters were taken aback as they got their first real look into the crystalline purity of her eyes. The innocence and clarity of her jewel bright gaze was absolutely striking, particularly in contrast to the dingy, gray pallor of her face. Her eyes widened in distress, focusing intently on where Dean clutched at his ribs. She captured Dean's gaze with her own, reaching out a delicate hand to touch his cheek with a fairy light touch. Blue light flashed. The girl groaned and doubled in on herself. Dean gasped and fell back on his Ass, "She just hea…"
"Get back!"
Suddenly, invisible hands flung all three hunters a good 10 feet from the girl.