Chapter 15
The pure glee was overwhelming. Indeed, this was turning out to be much more fun than he had anticipated.
The hunters were well on their way to a mental breakdown…and possibly even death. Even the petty little summoner had been dealt with, her companion spirited away to a remote part of west Texas. That one was not his concern, however…the old one...he was something to be worried about.
He had thought it would be easy to take care of the old hunter. After all, the pitiful creature was obviously well past the age to be of any concern. At least, that was what he had thought…but now, he was beginning to wonder. The old one had shown surprising cunning in the elevator trap, breaking the illusion in a matter of minutes. He had followed the trail left behind by the younger ones quite easily, and now…now he seemed to be getting close. Too close.
It made him a little uneasy, but he was all powerful. At least, he was here. This little playground he had been let loose on was turning out all kinds of surprises for his prey, and it was delicious.
Long had he craved for the agony of men, and of hunters even more. Long had he waited for this revenge. It was too good for him to miss it by wasting time worrying over an old, out of date hunter. Perhaps the old one did know. Perhaps he was getting close, but surely he would not be able to capture him. He was sure of it…
…too sure.
Bobby was always finding new ways to be grateful for the time he had spent in Asia. He had learned much in the short while he spent in Japan, China, and even Taiwan. He was an old hunter, but he didn't let that get in the way of living.
It was something he had tried to teach the boys. Hunting shouldn't take the place of living, and Bobby feared that the Winchesters were far too eager to let it do exactly that.
In his time at the Eastern edge of the world, Bobby had learned some of the languages, as well as some of the folklore. This mystery was shaping up to be quite familiar, and it scared him. If this thing was what he suspected, it would be hard to take down. What's more, the boys could be in more trouble than he had originally thought. Bobby made his way carefully down the corridor of level eight. He had tried approximately 15 doors. All were locked. He continued to try doors, hoping that if it was an illusion, there would be some way out of it. After all, this mother was going to be hard to kill if it was the kind of being Bobby was thinking of.
An arrow, dipped in blood, shot through the creature's heart was the only way to bring it down, and that was a tall order, considering he didn't have a bow or an arrow. Bobby placed his hand on the next door handle, and immediately yanked it back. There was something white and slimy on the handle. "Gross." Bobby muttered. He was about to walk away when he heard something from inside the room…it sounded like…
"Birds?" Bobby wondered. He opened the door, careful to avoid the mucous-like substance on the handle.
Sure enough. Birds.
Bobby stood amazed as birds of every color you could think of, flitted from one end of the room to the other. Chaos…it was total chaos. Bobby ducked as he was dive-bombed by the bright little noise-makers. As he did, he noted that there were feathers of all shapes and sizes on the floor. He bent over and picked some up, examining them as he pondered how this all tied in with his theory.
"Hmmm…chaos. Fits the M.O." He said. A bright pink bird the size of a sparrow chirped loudly at him, followed by a blue parrot that squawked in his direction.
Suddenly the room got still…all of their beady bird eyes were glued to him. Bobby backed towards the door…slowly. They followed his every move. He placed his hand on the handle, keeping his back to the door. The pink sparrow fluffed up. Bobby hesitated, and then dashed out the door as fast as he could, hearing the flutter of a hundred feathered wings behind him. He slammed the door closed just in time to hear rapid staccato thuds sounding at the door, as the birds slammed into it one after the other. Bobby grimaced at the noise, and again as he noticed the white stiff on the handle…it occurred to him what exactly it might be.
"Oh, now that's just wrong." He growled, wiping his hand on his jeans for the second time.
He realized then, that he was still gripping the feathers in his other hand. Shrugging, he shoved them into his coat pocket next to the cut bindings from the closet, and began going down the hall, door to door, once more…a little more carefully this time.
Five minutes later, Bobby found that there were no other doors unlocked. Just the 'bird cage' as he had deemed it. He was reluctant to try that one again, but it seemed his only option…save the elevator, and that wasn't happening.
He sighed…'those boys had really better thank me for doing all this crap'.
