Alex felt like he was in a dream. In less than 12 hours he had been thrown into a world he never knew existed. Spies were one thing, but demons? John Rider certainly led a full life, but it sure was coming back to bite his son in the ass.
Alex wasn't trained for this, he knew nothing of demons, he was completely out of his depths. He had already felt the invisible force Lasriel could use. But what else could he do? What could kill him?
'Where's a bucket of holy water when you need it?' The boy thought sarcastically.
He had been thrown into a small basement with no windows. He knew he was in a house in the woods but that was definitely it.
His thoughts drifted back to the men who had taken him from London. Sam and Dean Winchester. His leather jacket saviors. He knew he shouldn't rely on them too much, he doubted two strangers were gonna put a lot of effort into saving a teenager who ran away from them in the first place.
People just didn't do that.
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"We gotta find this kid, Sam." Dean said as they approached the impound lot. The Cooper plates that Bobby had put in a BOLO for had been found. The car was found abandoned on a highway.
"We will, Dean. Just calm down," Sam replied, not knowing why this kid was getting his brother so worked up.
"I am calm," Dean growled as a man came up to speak to him.
"Can I help you gentlemen?" He asked.
Both brothers pulled out their fake FBI badge and ID .
"We're FBI. One of the cars in your impound was seen taking a runaway teen away from his home. We need to get a look at it." Dean relayed his lie like a pro.
The man nodded and went over to a desk top computer.
"Make and tag number of the car?" He questioned.
Dean pulled out his pocket notebook and read the tag out.
"Tango, Juliet, Alpha. 7648. It's a red Mini Cooper."
The impound man nodded again, clicking away on his computer.
"Okay, it's on the middle row of cars and three down. Can't miss it. Should be unlocked too," He informed after a moment.
They thanked the man and moved towards the car.
"Phonetics? Seriously? When did you going the military?" Same asked.
"Is that what it's called? I saw it on a movie. I like the way it's sounds. Here it is." Dean said as he approached the car.
He opened it and peered inside.
"Well, this is it. Reeks of sulfur." Dean said, plopping down into the seat.
Sam smirked.
"You doubted Bobby?" He asked.
"Well, he is getting older. And you know eye sight is the first to go." Dean said offhandedly, knowing full well it was crap, Bobby was still as sharp as ever.
"Ah, so you're calling him old and blind. I'm sure he'll love hearing that." Sam implied.
"You'll keep your mouth shut, Sammy." Dean ordered, rifling through the console while Sam checked the floorboard.
"Well, there's no blood. So, that's good at least." Sam noted.
"Nothing in the console but an owner's manual. You check the glove box?"
Sam shook his head, pulled open the compartment and grinned as he pulled out a map.
"Was the Bastard stupid enough to mark anything?"
Sam looked it over.
"Just a circle around this warehouse area." Sam pointed.
"Better than nothing. Come on, let's get out of here. This monkey suit is killing me."
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After Lasriel came back in the room Alex was being held in the teen was almost glad some kind of something was happening. He had been going out of his mind with boredom...Being kidnapped sure had it's downside.
"Well, Alex, it's time for our first...appointment? Yeah, that sounds good." Lasriel said hoisting the boy up by his arm, the demon's grip was so hard Alex knew it was going to bruise.
"What are you going to do?" Alex asked.
"Well, there are many different ways to make you humans bleed...don't worry, Alex, I'll spice things up so you don't get too bored."
"Gee, thanks."
Lasriel led the teen up the stairs and into an empty room with a chair in the middle that Alex was promptly tied into with rope. Alex saw that in the left side of the room he entire walls and floor was covered with symbols and latin words Alex couldn't make out. There was a wooden table with a goblet sitting on it. There was a window to the right and Alex could see that it was night time the moon was shining into the dimly lit room. The only light emitting into the room was a few lamps carefully spaced in the room.
"Okay, let me elaborate on what's really going on here. Your blood is special to me. In two days time I'm going to summon a Seriquin. Do you have any idea what that is?"
Alex sullenly shook his head no.
"I thought not. It's a very old creature with very little publicity. Anyways once I feed this creature your blood he will be under my command. It will destroy anything and anyone I say."
"You only have to feed it and then it's your little killer pet? Okay, so feed it and let me get the hell out of here." Alex demanded.
Lasriel only smiled.
"If only it was that easy, Alex. No, I'll need to feed it everytime I command the Seriquin to do something."
"Who do you want dead so bad that you have to do this?"
"Hunters, Alex. Hunters and angels are just about the only problem demons have in this world. They know our weaknesses, the know how to take us down. With at least those troublesome hunters out of the way Demons will have reign on the human race."
Alex looked stunned but held firm.
"Someone will stop you." He said.
"Oh? Who do you think that'll be? The Winchesters and their little angel friend? I don't-"
"Angel?" Alex interrupted, Lasriel had mentioned Angels twice now.
"Castiel. That bag of Holiness in the trenchcoat. He's come to love you filthy humans, even has an unnatural bond with the Winchesters...Dean especially."
"Oh dear God, I've punched an angel. I'm going to Hell." Alex thought.
"But those people aren't someone you need to concern yourself with. The only one of them you'll see again is Sam."
"Why Sam?"
"Well, as always there's only one way to kill the Seriguin. The Winchesters will no doubt figure that out as soon as their hunter buddies start dying. Using you as a bargaining tool is out of the question but dear old Sammy Winchester will be perfect. Dean will be so worried about getting his brother back he'll do anything to get him back...even if that means leaving you behind and giving me the only thing that can kill the Seriquin."
"And what is the only thing that can kill this thing? You know, just for...educational purposes." Alex suggested.
Lasriel chuckled.
"Yep, you're John Rider's kid alright. But sure, Alex, I'll tell you. It's an old dagger. Only one was made and it's the only thing that can kill the Seriquin. I'll get Dean to bring it to me in exchange for his dear little brother. Then I'll destroy it and you'll be mine forever, little Rider."
"Creepy," Alex murmured.
Lasriel shrugged as he sauntered over to the left side of the room and began fiddling idly with the things on the table.
That's when Alex began to struggle with the ropes that bound him to the chair. He had found some leeway in the rope while he was talking and he was just waiting for the time so he could work on getting out of the rope. Not that he had any idea what he was going to do when he was finally out of the chair. For all he knew Lasriel could read his mind and was just waiting on the right time to pounce on him.
The teen didn't know what the demon was doing but he had suddenly gotten quiet and had his back turned so Alex wasn't going to question it. The longer he stayed over there the more time Alex had to get away.
Alex wanted to sigh in relief when his first hand came free of the bonds but he quickly focused on his other hand as adrenaline coursed through his veins. If he was going to get away now was going to be his only time to do it.
The second hand slipped free and his silently stood up and turned his gaze to the demon.
With his back still to the teen the boy began to move towards the door. He was almost to the door when Lasriel began talking again causing Alex to jump.
"You know, Alex, I remember one time with your father- Hey! Get back here you little brat!"
But Alex was already gone, heading for the door and running out of the front door and into the night.
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"You've gotta be kidding me." Dean murmured as he stalked into Bobby's house with Sam following sullenly behind. They went to the kitchen where Dean promptly went to the fridge and got a beer.
"They weren't there?" Castiel asked as he appeared from the living room with Bobby himself right behind him.
"Oh yeah, Cas, we got the kid hiding in Sam's pocket for safe keeping." Dean sarcastically remarked. They had went to the spot marked on the map and they had turned up nothing. They had searched all of the warehouses in the area that they thought was going to be where Lasriel was holding Alex. But when they had busted into the warehouse the only thing being held captive in the warehouse was the stench of dead rats and cat urine.
Bobby sighed heavily.
"Looks like we're back to square one with literally nothing to go on. Let's hope this kid is as tough as everyone says he is."
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Alex had never ran so hard in his life. Running from assassins and crazy men was one thing, but running from a supernatural being is something that even Alex Rider himself was scared of.
Looking around he saw that he was surrounded by trees. The house was in a secluded area but was surrounded with nothing but huge pine trees. He hated that he was running as blindly as he was. There was no way to tell if he was running toward civilization or just getting himself more lost that he already was.
"Phone...I just need a phone." Alex chanted over and over in his head. He could only hope that Bobby was still monitoring calls coming into the FBI or police stations.
By the time Alex came upon it, the boy had a stitch in his side and he was gasping for breath. But there it was, a house with a light on.
The teen stopped to look around apprehensively, seeing no sign that he had been followed he jogged as quickly as he could to the stranger's door.
He raised a hand and pounded on the door until a gruff, "Give me a damn minute!" came from the other side.
When the door was jerked open a tall man waving a shotgun in Alex's face looked down at him surprised.
"Kid, what the hell are you doing out here? It's freezing and we're in the middle of the woods."
"I just need to use your phone. There's a...man after me." Alex gasped. He knew better than to tell them that a demon was what was chasing him. He had enough people looking at him crazy when he tried to convince him that he was a spy.
"Steve, what's going on?" Came a sleepy voice from behind the tall man.
"There's a kid at the door. Needs to use the phone...says a man's after him." Frank replied to the woman, the shotgun lowered.
The woman came up beside Frank and peered at Alex.
"You poor boy, you look exhausted and scared out of your mind. Get in here and get some hot chocolate, then you can use the phone. I'm Sarah and this is my husband Frank." She said, grabbing Alex gently by the arm and leading him into the house.
Frank closed and locked the door then went to the window and peered out into the woods, the shotgun still firmly in his hands.
"You said someone was after you?" he asked.
"Yes, look I don't need the hot chocolate. Please, just let me use you're phone and I'll be out of your hair. You could be in trouble." Alex pleaded hurriedly.
Sarah grabbed a phone from the counter and handed it to the teen.
"Look, son, you don't have to worry. You're safe here. This man after you isn't going to get in here, Frank is going to make sure of that." She tried to reason with the frantic teen.
"You don't understand." Alex said, but he still grabbed the phone and dialed 911. He knew that it wasn't 999 to get the police like it was in London, Jack had complained about that when she had first moved in.
It rang twice before, "911, what's your emergency?"
"Listen to me, I need you to get in touch with a Bobby Singer...or a Sam or Dean Winchester. My name is Alex Rider, there's something after-"
Alex was suddenly cut off by a high pitched scream. Sarah.
The teen whipped around to see Lasriel standing in the middle of the room.
"Nice try, kid. Put the phone down." He ordered. Suddenly the phone flew from Alex's hand and shattered against the wall.
"You need to get the hell out of here. Now. Leave the boy alone." Frank said confidently, after all, he did have the upperhand with the gun...or so it would seem.
Lasriel smiled evilly at Alex.
"I suppose you do need to learn the hard way." He said as he turned to face the couple. Sarah was behind her husband and the gun. When Lasriel took one step toward the two Frank let off a round into Lasriel's chest.
Alex knew he shouldn't be surprised that the gun didn't phase the demon but it still sent a jolt of fear through his body.
The demon waved his hand and the gun flew to the other side of the room and suddenly Frank and Sarah were being lifted up in mid air.
"Wait! No, look, don't hurt them. I'll come with you. Just leave them alone, this is my fault." Alex pleaded, not wanting the couple to get hurt because of him.
"I can't do that, Alex. You're right, this is your fault. You need to learn the hard way that dragging innocent people into this will not help you. It's only going to make my death count higher." Lasriel replied simply as he suddenly clenched his hand into a fist and Alex heard the gut wrenching sound of two necks snapping at once before the body's dropped to the floor like rag dolls.
Alex could only stare at the couple who had tried to help him. He didn't even know their last name and he had caused them to die. The teen felt like he couldn't breathe and this time it wasn't because of Lasriel. He barely registered that the demon had approached him again.
"It seems you didn't like being tied to a chair all that much. I can definitely fix it to where you don't have to be tied down at all." He said.
Alex didn't even have time to block the punch that landed squarely in his eye. And that was only the first of many. Lasriel's fists and feet were hitting every square inch of Alex's body.
Alex was barely conscious when he heard Lasriel laugh.
"Not too much major harm done. Although I know for a fact that it will defer you from trying to escape again...although just to be on the safe side..." Lasriel's voice trailed off.
Then Alex felt an unbelievable amount of pressure on his left ankle before he heard the pop as the joint broke.
Alex's yell of pain rang through the house and into the woods before the boy finally dropped off in oblivion.
A/N- OOOkay. Once again this story is a huge challenge. But it sure is fun to write for.
I obviously made up the 'Seriquin' monster. It just popped into my head and I went with it. I hope it isn't too ridiculous sounding. Good news is since this is my made up monster I don't have to worry all that much about getting things wrong.
Ugh and I know I didn't get around to replying to everyone's reviews last chapter. That won't happen again. I'll definitely reply this time. It's the least I can do to repay you for giving me feedback.
R&R guys! Hope you like it!