I'm finally back! Hopefully you guys like it! This is the end of the Multi-Form saga. I think I know where I want our heroes to meet up next, but I'd still like to hear from you guys. Review!
The trio made their way back to the house in relative silence. Martha checked the weapons in the back seat while Dean drove. It was Sam who finally broke the silence.
"So you mentioned some kind of perception thing back there-"
"A perception filter. The Multi-Form doesn't actually change its form- despite its name. It's actually a form of telepathy. It misdirects your senses and tricks your brain into seeing something that's not actually there. Some perception filters even have the power to change your memories around so that you don't even notice the inconsistencies. You wouldn't notice it unless…" She paused, swallowing the lump in her throat. She didn't want to remember how many times the use of her own perception filter had meant the difference between life and death.
"Unless what?" Sam said, realizing that their guest had gone silent.
"Unless you know what you're looking for."
"And we don't." Dean added. "So how do we ice this thing?"
"With this." She said, holding up the energy canon that she had threatened Dean with just a few short hours before. Again, the blue-white energy seemed to percolate in the barrel. "Concentrated Gamma energy. One hit will fry the damned thing, but you have to be very, very accurate."
"Well if you're that unsure of your aim-"
"My aim's not the problem," she shot back. "The perception filter makes it hard to know where the thing actually is and how big it is. I have to get it into its true form to get the best shot."
"And how do you plan to do that?" Sam asked curiously.
"Haven't quite figured that out yet."
"So let me get this straight: you don't even know how to get this thing out in the open? So you've led us to a suicide mission…"
"I said it was our best shot. Not our only shot." She said as Dean pulled up in front of the house.
As they approached the front door with weapons drawn, they noticed that the door was slightly ajar.
"You know this is a trap, right?" Dean whispered.
"Yeah, I figured."
"Well, just as long as you know."
The three hunters headed into the darkened house. They could hear the heavy slithering coming from the second floor again. As they crept through the house, rounding the corner to the small kitchen, they came face-to-face with the Multi-Form wearing the visage of the last victim, Ben Connors. Dean wasted no time blasting the apparition with salt rounds, but to no avail; the creature just stood there with a casual smirk, his red-rimmed eyes trained on Martha. The bullet disappeared through his forehead and lodged itself in the wall behind him.
"You, girl. You've been following me." The being accused in Ben Connors' southern drawl, his lips unmoving. "You shouldn't have followed me. You should have left me alone."
"You're killing innocent people. We're here to put an end to that." Martha said, not flinching.
"Who will stop me? The males you brought with you are of no consequence, Martha Jones. Yes, I know all about you. You traversed the stars with the murderer of millions. What should a few puny humans to whet my palate matter to the accomplice of such horrors?" She said nothing, but quickly drew her weapon and shot a steady beam of light at the creature. It shimmered briefly and flickered out of existence, leaving only dead quiet in its wake.
"Does anyone else feel like that went a little too smoothly?" Sam asked. Just then, the boys were thrown off of their feet by some unforeseen force- landing several feet away from where they had been standing. The Multi-Form as Ben Connors flickered back into existence, standing in the middle of the room.
"Martha Jones. 'Formidable', they call you. 'Dangerously clever'. Did you really think that I would be so easily dispatched?" Martha, too, was then thrown off of her feet. Her gun flew from her hands. She was stopped just before hitting a far wall and was hoisted high up into the air. She could feel the crushing pressure on her chest and the cracking of her ribs as the air was quickly squeezed from her lungs. Though she couldn't see it, she could feel the cold, reptilian skin of the giant snake-like body that coiled around her own.
She struggled against her captor as the coiling moved further up her body to capture her neck. She clawed and scraped at the invisible being, feeling the scales peeling loose under her fingernails; the creature just chuckled and tightened his hold on her. Sam and Dean could only watch in horror as Martha slowly suffocated. Grabbing their guns, they fired shots in the direction that Martha was being held, careful not to hit her. The Multi-Form laughed and continued to mock their efforts.
Another coil moved to cover Martha's mouth. With the last bit of her strength, she opened her mouth and bit down hard. Immediately she heard a furious, pain-filled roar as her mouth filled with scales and blood. The creature lost its grip and she plummeted to the floor, landing with a hard thud as she gasped and coughed from the lack of oxygen.
She looked up and for the first time saw the alien's true form flicker into existence: a gargantuan, beautifully iridescent eel-like creature with huge, milky-white eyes, a mouth full of spiked teeth, and two short arms with claws like knives.
"You insolent human scum! You will pay dearly!" The Multi-Form said in a high-pitched hiss. Reloading their weapons, the boys fired shots at the alien as it rushed toward Martha. It cried out in pain as it rounded on Sam and Dean, throwing them again to the opposite side of the room with a flick of its tail. Then it turned its attention back to Martha, determined to destroy her.
Dean groaned in pain, but as he opened his eyes, he saw it: just a few feet away was Martha's gamma ray gun. Martha saw it at the same time and called out his name. The Multi-Form whipped its head around just as Dean picked up the gun and aimed it at the giant alien. It was just too bad that he didn't know how to use it. As the creature slithered toward him, he heard Martha call to him.
"Turn the dial to setting 5, hold the trigger for 7 seconds exactly." He quickly turned the dial and aimed the weapon at the swiftly moving alien. He held down the trigger and braced himself against the kick of the gun as a bright beam of light stopped the alien in its tracks and it let out a pained howl. When seven seconds had passed, he let up on the trigger and watched in wonder as the bright orb of light settled in the creature's gut before shooting through the length of its body. The Multi-Form turned to a glittering trail of ash from its head to its tail. Two large milky-white eyes rolled across the room like marbles; crystalized by the gamma ray.
Sam sat up from his spot on the floor and Dean leaned up against the wall- the gun still in his hand. Martha laid on the floor, still but breathing.
"You alright there, Jones?" Dean asked after catching his breath and regaining some composure. She groaned in lieu of an answer. The brothers made their way over to her. Her eyes were closed, and they could see the blood and deep gashes the scales left on her body.
"Dean, we need to get her some help. Help me get her to the car!" But as the boys knelt on either side of her to move her to the car, she began to speak.
"No. I'm fine."
"Martha, the skin on your arms is completely filleted. We saw you get crushed by that thing! We need to get you to the hospital." Sam reasoned.
"No, trust me. It's not as bad as it looks." She said as her eyes opened. "I'm fine. Just help me up."
The boys each took a hand and helped her to a sitting position before getting her to her feet. She winced and bared her teeth bout never made a sound through the slow process. As she made it to her feet, she let go of their hands and stretched hearing a sickening yet satisfying crack in her spine- much to the Winchesters' surprise and disgust. She then walked to retrieve her bag as if nothing was ever wrong. The cuts on her arms were prominent and deep, but the bleeding seemed to have stopped. Her clothes were basically hanging on by threads.
She dug through her bag and retrieved a small black case. Pulling out a vial, she collected a sample of the creature's remains before retrieving the eyes, placing everything in the case and stuffing it back into the bag. She threw the bag over her shoulder and retrieved her gun from a stunned Dean. Sam was still insisting that she go to a hospital and Martha still refused.
"You guys alright? Anything broken? Concussions? Cuts?" They told her that they were fine and the trio made their way outside. When they reached the Impala, she said goodbye.
"Where are you going?"
"No idea. I think I heard about some Weevil sightings in the Dakotas on the way up here. Maybe I'll head up there." She saw Sam's wary gaze and laughed. "I'll be fine, I promise. Take care of yourselves. I have a feeling we'll meet again."
The cuts didn't look as bad as they did before. Maybe, Dean thought, because they were under the streetlight. She made her way around the corner to her motorcycle. As they passed her in the Impala, she waved and Sam could swear that the cuts on her arms were completely healed.
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