A/N. Hey everyone, now that it's summer I hope to update more frequently, and as I promised new chapter by Monday. So here it is! I just have a few things to say about this chapter, 1). Leviathan is not a real Leviathan he is actually a real demon that is studied in real demonology. 2). Every demon and story that the demon says is part of demonology not including the events that has happened in Supernatural and the revolt. 3). The Traverse City State Hospital is just a location I choose based on various "hauntings" and I just thought it was a cool place. The hospital is a huge set of buildings that used to be an asylum but was closed and now pieces of it is being redone to be condos, but I decided to not have the hospital being redone in the story. So in this fan fiction the hospital is not being turned into a condo and it is based off of the main building called "Building 50."
But anyway, so I have been having some major BOY trouble. Well…. More like I like a guy I like a lot and he thinks of me as a friend and is in "love" with another girl. So I am a little heartbroken. But the flip side is that I am pouring my emotions into my writing so I should be able to have a chapter or two up a week.
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"You don't know what it's like, To get your head lumped in," Lump Ya Head, by Hollywood Undead
(The song really is a comedic song so I thought picking a funny song would be a good break.)
Chapter Five: "Lump Your Head."
The dark halls of the hospital twist and turn, with no way out, the daughter of a hunter once walked them. Like the Minotaur and the labyrinth she made her way through. Waiting for her hero to come and kill the beast as Theseus did to the Minotaur. But this was no Greek myth, and Ruth was no Mediterranean damsel in distress, this was real life, and Ruth was a hunter who just so happened to get herself into a bad situation.
She tried to slip her hands through the cuffs but was unable to; the metal cuffs that hung from the ceiling were tight around her wrists, so tight that blood had begun oozing from her flesh. Moving her hands she was able to grip the chains and with every ounce of strength she had left in her body she pulled herself up to the chains. Her arms shook violently, it had been two days that she had been dangling there and the only water she had, had was what she could catch in her mouth from the leaky roof.
Once to the top of the chains her index and thumb finger were able to grab the small piece of metal from her hair. Once in her grip she let go and dropped so she was once again on her tip toes, hanging from her wrists. Her shaky fingers fiddled with the bobby pin from her hair and after a few minutes of cursing and failing, she finally got the end into one of the locks. A sigh of relief and a small smile graced her chapped lips.
Moving her fingers she tried to unlock the cuffs, her brown knotted hair falling into her face. She bit the inside of her lip like she always does while she is concentrating. She heard footsteps coming down the hall and she automatically took the pin from the lock and held it in her hand as she dropped her head and made her body go limp.
The metal door creaked open, and the sound of two sets of footsteps came across the cement floor. She knew where she was, in a room on the top floor; no one came to the top floor because it was slowly collapsing. So no one would come to her rescue.
The footsteps stopped as she took a small breathe. Cold hands came from behind and pulled her brown hair from her face and moved slowly over her shoulder, warm breathe was felt on her ear, "Wake up beautiful." She heard a man say in a deep seductive tone.
She opened her eyes and tensed, "Asmodeus…" She said in a cracked tone.
"Well hello my love," He said as he moved his hand down her arm. She looked forward to see a man in an Armani tuxedo in front of her. His salt and pepper hair was slicked back, and his eyes black as coal. "You remember, Mammon." Asmodeus said as he made his way from behind her to her face.
Asmodeus was handsome, brown hair, tanned skin, and was muscular, a tattoo on his right bicep that was partially covered by his shirt was seen, though Ruth had seen the rest of that tattoo many times. His presence made her want to be with him. It made her yearn for human contact but she tried to ignore the feeling.
"We brought you a present," Asmodeus said in a thick Cajun sounding accent. Ruth's heart accelerated wondering if this would be her final moments on earth. Mammon pulled a black bottle from his coat pocket and handed it to Asmodeus. At that moment she knew it was the end, she assumed it was water from the river Styx in Hell that her grandfather always would tell her about. She could hear him now speaking in Greek, telling her ancient Greek myths about heroes and monsters and telling her that she would one day be one of those heroes that hunted the evil in this world. But here she was in chains as a demon was going to give her, her last drink.
Asmodeus smiled as he stood in front of Ruth, his body touching hers, his hot breathe on her lips, "Are you worried my dear?" He asked as his now brown eyes stared into hers, "Some say lust and greed are the reason this world is wicked, but here we are. If I may ask, do you find me wicked Ruth?" He asked as he lightly placed his lips to hers. Then pulled away slowly, "If I am purely evil, why wouldn't you have said no to all the things you have done for me?" He asked as he kissed her once more, he put his arms around her waist and kissed her passionately. As much as she wanted to hate it, a part of her loved it.
He pulled away and she sat there breathless, "Now about that gift," He lifted the bottle and unscrewed the cap. "Here my darling." He said as he placed the bottle to her lips. She clenched her jaw and refused to open her mouth. Asmodeus pulled the bottle away and kissed her once more, "Please, Ruthie, open your mouth." She shook her head. He smiled, "I love how hard headed you are." He said as he motioned for Mammon to go, he did as told, leaving Asmodeus and Ruth alone.
"Please, Asmodeus let me go…" She said, in an innocent tone.
Asmodeus smiled, "Ruthie, I would love to let you go. But sadly, I can't." He said with a chuckle as he began kissing her once more. Ruth wanted to pull away but her body wouldn't follow what her brain told it to. So there she was passionately in a caress with a demon, but not just any demon, Asmodeus.
Between kisses Ruth began to speak, "Asmodeus, one of the seven princes of Hell," She said against his lips, "May I say, you look much better than what the lore says." She said as he pulled away and chuckled.
"My, my Baby Ruth, you sure know a lot about me. I'm flattered, really." He said in his Cajun accent. He slipped his hand under the bottom of her shirt and let his hand rest on her hip, "You have loved all the things I have made you do…" He said in a calm quite tone. Ruth felt ashamed of all the things she had done over the past two days with him, "But I know I enjoyed it…"
Her mind went back to the room where they had taken her; they kept her chained but allowed Asmodeus to do what he pleased. He was allowed to do so, only to fill his desire. Just like each of them were able to go and get there passions and wants out. It just so happened that Asmodeus's desire was Ruth.
He had made her do the unspeakable, though she did it obediently as if under a spell. She didn't have a choice, her body did as told, and as much as her mind told her to stop she couldn't.
Asmodeus' hand slowly was making its way up her stomach as he kissed her. The door creaked open as he sighed in protest then stopped, "We can finish this later," He whispered into her ear. She let out a sigh of relief happy that she would be free from his sickening grip for a few more moments.
Standing in the doorway alongside Mammon was the man she feared most. There he stood tall, black hair, black sinister eyes, and a smile that could make you cringe. "Asmodeus, have you had your fun?" He asked in a deep, threatening tone.
"Yes, I have." Asmodeus said as he bit his lip and looked over to Ruth, "But I am surely not finished, later I will.."
The man quickly cut him off, "Silence, I don't want to hear about you, and your twisted love life. I said you could fill your sins, I do not want to hear it. If you must run your mouth go speak with Leviathan." The man instructed as Asmodeus stepped away with obedience.
"Ruth…" The man begun as he took the bottle from Asmodeus, "Let me say you look absolutely horrid today." He said with a smile.
"You sure know how to make a girl blush," Ruth whispered in a broken tone.
The man's sinister smile graced his face once more, "Open up…" He started but was quickly cut off.
"Open what my legs? Too late Asmodeus has already done that," She said as she tried to hide her fear. She took a quick glance at Asmodeus who was giving her a smile as he bit his lip.
The man let out a small chuckle, "Well looks like I am going to have to force you," He said as he placed his hand on her forehead. Her mouth automatically opened as her stomach started to growl, it hadn't done that in a day she had almost forgot about her hunger. Her throat felt very dry as she flailed trying to achieve any type of nourishment. The man opened the bottle and set it to her lips.
She wanted to move away but she couldn't she let the liquid be poured into her mouth as she swallowed then she took another gulp and another. The more she drank the more she wanted, until she had finished the whole bottle. Not even noting what the beverage was, "What was that?" She asked in a famished tone.
"Water." The man said with a slight smile,
"Why would you go through all of that just to give me water?" She asked.
"Isn't it obvious, bitch?" He asked, "I do everything and anything because I can. I did that because it was fun. I mess with people because I love it. Take in that black haired man for instance, I have been with him for months, torturing him mentally and physically and all he can do is pray that I don't kill him. You humans are pathetic. Constantly crying, constantly in fear. But soon I will end this, end humanity.
"The thing about you hunters is that you look for me. You want to find me. You need me. To have some sort of closer to something that only happened because of the victims own stupidity."
The door creaked open at a slow pace, as a man slowly crept inside, "What is it Belphegor?" The man hissed.
Belphegor in a monotone voice began speaking at a tediously slow pace, "Sir…" He began, "There… The… Sir… The… Winchesters… They…Are… In… Town." He said as last. The man was missing most of his hair, his stomach was large, and his eyes appearing glazed over.
The black haired man though annoyed with Belphegor's pace, smiled, "Perfect." He said as he walked out of the room. Mammon followed, and Belphegor walked behind him at a much slower pace.
Once the other's left the cold, dark room, Asmodeus began doing as he did before, finishing his wants, doing the unthinkable to her. He pulled her chains off the hook so that she could move a little more freely, and pushed her down to her knees, undid his belt, unbuttoned his pants, and motioned for her to begin. She felt tears sting her brown eyes, but she did as told. His cold hand ran through her knotted hair as she did her job.
The whole time she sat on her knees, entertaining, and fulfilled his wants, she wondered where her hero was. And hoping that if he even existed if he would save her from this?
Zak stared at the hospital large doors, the look of the doors were enough to give anyone a chill up their spine. The lawn and gardens was thickly over grown, like a skeleton of a once beautiful land scape. The paint on the beautiful tall building was cracking, and the shutters were falling off the hinges.
A location such as this one, usually gave Zak a sudden rush but now, this lock down only meant he was a step closer to Beelzebub. "Come on, Zak." Nick said as he stood on the steps of the hospital.
A sharp pain radiated through Zak's head as his knee's locked and he fell to the cement that was dotted with grass. His hands came to his temples as he shut his blue eyes tightly as an image flashed before them. A man with brown hair, and a tattoo on his right bicep was shown. In his grip was a girl with tangled brown hair. Her brown leather jacket was ripped, the soles of her boots coming off from standing on her tip toes, her jeans torn and covered in blood, and no shirt covered her only her unzipped jacket, her malnourished mid-section exposed from it.
Her ribs visible through the skin as if she hadn't ate a proper meal in a while. Her breathing was limited as he pulled her upward and put the chains that hung from her tiny wrists onto a hook that hung from the ceiling.
The man pushed her brown hair from her eyes, and wiped her face off with a towel that he pulled from his back pocket. Sweat covered her face in a thin gleam, as the man kissed her cheek lightly, and whispered something into her ear. The girl cringed as the man cupped her face as his eyes turned black, and then back to their normal color as he slowly left the room.
Once the door clicked shut the girl hanging sighed as her body slumped against the chains. Her wrists began to leak scarlet liquid as a few glistening from her brown eyes. He saw the blood, sweat, and tears hit the floor as the girl let out a small wail of pain.
He tried to call to her, "I'm here for you," He called but she just stood there in silence as she stared at the floor. He slowly walked towards her and held out his hand to her but as soon as his tattooed hand went to touch the fragile girl it ended.
There he lay on the cold cement. The air crisp and chilled, the sun setting and just about hidden behind the trees. His blue eyes shot open to see Aaron and Billy beside him, "Oh thank God!" Billy said as Zak quickly sat up.
"Where is she?" He said frantically.
"Where is who, Zak?" Aaron asked as he looked at Zak with a puzzled expression.
"The girl in the chains!" He said in a loud tone. He stared at his friends as Nick knelt beside him.
"What girl Zak?"
Zak began gradually standing up as he brushed the tiny rocks from his hands, "I- I must have just seen something is all…" He lied as he picked up his bag, "Come on let's start the lock down…" He said sternly.
The large doors of the hospital slammed shut, as the last rays of sunlight disappeared from the windows. The chains were being put on the door and a pad lock to keep then in. It had been a half hour since the vision, but the girls face still haunted him. Just like the photos of the two brothers that he knew but didn't know where from. And the same with the girl, he knew her name but couldn't think of it.
He started his usual lockdown set up; placing cameras on the black tape X's on the floor, getting their equipment set up and lastly begin rolling. His hands shook and chills wouldn't leave him through this whole process.
He adjusted his black sweatshirt and stared across the room that was pitch black. Silence filled the room as they waited for something to happen. After a few quite moments the walky talkie that was attached to Zak's belt loop, "Hey guys, I keep hearing footsteps in the boarding room on the second level. I can hear it from the room beside it." Billy said through the walky talkie. Though he was in the building he always stayed at base while Zak, Aaron, and Nick did the investigating.
Zak held his breathe and swallowed, could this be the moment that he met Beelzebub? He saw the stares Nick and Aaron were giving him, as Zak took the walky talkie from his belt and spoke into it, "Thank you Bill, we will go check it out." He hesitated then turned to Nick and Aaron, "well let's go…" He said in a cracked tone. He waited for Nick and Aaron to begin walking and followed behind them slowly.
"Come on, Zak we don't have all day." Nick whispered in a slightly annoyed tone. Zak picked up pace and followed closely behind Nick. They made their way up stairs, the wooden staircase creaked under his Air Jordon tennis shoes, and with each creak his heart skipped a beat.
The paranormal had never scared Zak. It was his job for goodness sakes, why would he be scared? Then reality hit him, he was used to communicating with the spirits of passed humans, not a demon, who was simply a spirit that was sinister, and corrupt and turned into a monster. And that worried Zak.
Once they were at the top of the stairs they turned the corner and stopped. "Zak, you need to go ahead so we have you in the shot." Aaron whispered as Zak's eyes grew wide.
"Why me?"
"I would love to. But last time I checked the beginning of the show is your voice and you are the lead investigator. So you go first." Nick pointed out as Zak sighed and bit his lip then took his place at the head of the small trio of black clad men. He stared down the long hall and took a few steps towards the boarding room at the end of the hall.
Gripping what last shred of courage he could muster, he walked down the hall and looked over his shoulder to Nick and Aaron as they came to the door and went to grab the door handle, until he heard voices from the other side of the door. Though not the voices of the undead, they were deep voices belonging to men. He pulled his walky talkie from his belt loop and tried to call Billy but his battery was dead. Great. Zak thought.
His blue eyes grew wide as he heard the door handle turn, he jumped back as the door opened. Two men standing both over six feet tall were staring at Zak, Nick and Aaron. And just as quick as lightning two hand guns were pointing at their faces. "Who the hell are you?" The shorter of the two silhouettes said in a gruff tone.
Zak's emotions boiled over as he attacked the shorter man. He grabbed the man's arm that had the gun and pointed it to the ground then got the man into an arm lock and pushed him against the wall. The gun hit the ground, and luckily didn't go off, Zak kicked the hand gun over to Nick, who quickly picked it up and pointed it to the taller man. "I'm Zak Bagans." He said in an intense tone into the man's ear.
The taller man stared in horror at his pinned partner and the gun that was aimed at him. How did this happen? He asked himself but shrugged it off. As he looked around the room at the different options, he saw the gun shake as he quickly aimed for the man's arm and bit his lip as he pulled. A loud noise filled the hall, but as soon as it quieted a wail of pain was heard. "Sammy!" The man against the wall cried as he kicked the man that held him there and punched him in the face with great force, so much force that he had never known he had.
"I'm fine." He said through the darkness.
"Zak? Nick?" Aaron called once his heart rate slowed. He saw Zak bent over but he didn't see Nick. "Nick?" He called but obtained no reply. Fear filled him at the thought of Nick being dead. He couldn't lose Nick, not like this, not now.
Sam grabbed his flashlight and flipped it on to see blood on the floor but was unaware of who it belonged to. Panic filled him at the sight of bodies here and there. "Dean?" He called as he scanned the hall with the flashlight.
"Sammy?" Dean said from behind Sam, "I'm right here." He called as Sam whipped around to see his older brother standing there. "Thank God. Are you okay?" He proclaimed.
"Fine, other than that crazy son-of-a-bitch's face gave me a bloody fist." He said as he motioned to Zak who was bent over his throbbing face in his hands. He saw blood oozing from his hands and falling to the ground where a pool of the scarlet liquid now sat. Dean quickly pulled the man to a upright position and pushed the man's back against the wall as Sam shined the flash light at the bloody man. "What did you say your name was?" Dean asked.
The gleam of light shined at Zak, his head pounded as he felt blood oozing from his mouth, and nose, "Zak, Zak Bagans." He said as he spit out blood from his mouth. He tried to get a good view of the man who had him pinned to the wall, but the bright light, and his now blurry vision did not help the cause of seeing the culprit.
"Holy shit…" Dean said as he stared at Sam with an annoyed gaze, "This son-of-a-bitch is Zak Bagans."
"Who?" Sam asked fully confused.
"Zak Bagans that ghost investigator." He said as he let go of Zak who crumbled to the floor and began coughing trying to get rid of the blood and saliva that had poured down his throat. His hands went to his nose as he felt pain shoot through his skull. His nose was off center and was broken. Tears continued to flow down his cheeks, a typical reaction to a broken nose.
"How do you know him?" Sam asked in disbelief.
"Well when…" Dean started but quickly turned to the sound of moaning. Sam shined the light on a man cupping his bicep as blood runs down his hand and arm. A second man was kneeling beside him trying to calm the injured man. "Who the hell are you?" Dean snapped as he pointed his gun once more at the two men.
Aaron quickly looked up to the tall man with dear in his eyes, "I'm Aaron Goodwin, and this is Nick Groff." He stammered as he looked down at Nick whose arm was bleeding at a terrifying rate.
"What happened to him?" Dean asked as he motioned his gun over to Nick.
"Uh… Um… That guy… he shot his hand." Aaron stuttered.
"You mean Sam?" Dean asked as he looked over to his brother, "Really Sammy? Shooting the hand, didn't go for a vital?"
"Sorry Dean, I didn't want to kill him." Sam stated in a annoyed tone.
Dean ignored him, "Where'd it go through?" Dean asked. Nick with a moan and a shaky hand showed Dean his bicep, luckily it hadn't hit any bones, but it did go through. "Sammy, look at his arm." Dean instructed as Sam eyed him, "You, Vin Diesel move away from Nick, so my brother can look at the wound." He said as Aaron made a face at his comment about his lack of hair. He stood up and stepped back slowly as Sam knelt beside Nick.
Nick hesitated but allowed Sam to look at his arm, "It luckily didn't hit your hummurus bone but you need stitches, I can do that." He said as he stood up and wiped the blood on his hands off on his pants. "Come on we can go to the exam room." He said as he grabbed his pack and put it on his shoulders.
Aaron put Nick's arm around his shoulder and lifted Nick to his feet. And helped him limp to the door, but before he could he ran into Zak who was still on the ground, "Damn it Zak, are you okay?" Aaron huffed as he stared down at the man.
Zak groaned but got to his feet and stumbled into the boarding room. The room had only six beds and a cabinet in it. Moonlight shown through the boarded up windows making everything in the room visible.
Aaron stumbled over to the bed and laid Nick down upon it. And then began breathing deeply. The two men came into the room as the trio of ghost hunters turned and stared at them.
Zak's eyes grew wide as the two men came into the moonlight. Samuel Winchester, brown shaggy hair, brown eyes, six foot five, one hundred and ninety pounds. And his older brother Dean Winchester, brown hair that was always spiked the same was as Zak's was, green eyes, six foot three, one hundred and seventy pounds.
The two brothers that their identity had driven him mad for the past three months were here in his presence.
"You okay buddy?" Sam asked as he stared at six foot tall Zak.
"I did hit him pretty hard in the head…Guess you've never gotten hit before. " Dean said with a smile of accomplishment that only he could have.
"I know who you guys…" Zak muttered as Dean and Sam both looked fearful at Zak. Then it hit him, just like getting hit in the head with Zak. Like a wave of memories he knew where he had seen the two brothers before.
This was the first time that Zak had ever been happy to get hit in the head. He shook his head in shock. "I know you guys from…"
A/N. So I know I kind of stopped at a horrid part, but to find out where Zak knows the Winchester's from you are going to have to wait a few days for the next chapter! I hope you guys liked getting a taste of what Ruth is like. Thank you for reading! Remember to leave a review about your thoughts on Ruth, and this chapter!