This is a little bit longer of a chapter than the others so far, but I think it's a good one. I hope you do too.
CHAPTER 7
Sam groaned as he came to, the side of his head throbbing exquisitely. When he tried to open his eyes, the right one wouldn't open and he realized that it was caked shut with something, probably blood, that had run into his eye and dried there. He was sitting on what felt like a cold concrete floor, propped up against the wall and when he tried to move, it was clear that his hands were tied behind his back and his ankles were tied together. He tried to wipe the blood from his eye on his shoulder, it helped, but his vision in that eye was still blurry from the blood stuck in his eyelashes. The room was dark, but Sam could see that the walls were made of cinder blocks and there was a set of stairs on the right that led up. He was in a basement.
"He-hello?", Sam croaked hoarsely. His throat felt dry and gritty and when he spoke, his head began to swim. There was a gasp from the corner of the room and he could hear soft scraping on the floor like someone was moving around. "Is... someone th-there?" Then there was a soft murmuring sound that Sam couldn't quite make out from the pounding in his head, almost like a cooing sound. "What... what's happening? Why am I here?!" The more Sam spoke, the more desperate he became, making his voice rise angrily. The cooing sound got louder and that's when he realized that it was a child crying. Then he saw her, a little girl no more than 10 years old in Sam's estimation. She had her back against the wall, sliding sideways toward the stairs. "Hey! Are... are you ok?"
"NO!", the girl screamed and fled up the stairs. She slammed into the door and started to twist and yank on the doorknob frantically, trying to get the door open. "PLEASE LET ME OUT! MAGGIE!" The girl was screaming hysterically, making Sam's already pounding head feel like it was gonna split open down the middle.
"Hey! It's... ok, Sweetheart! I'm not gonna hurt you! I'm tied up! See?" The girl twisted her head around slowly, keeping her body pressed against the door, to peer down at him. Her face was dirty with multiple tear tracks running down her cheeks. She was so terrified that Sam's heart went out to her. "Who did this? Who locked you... us down here?"
"I... I d-don't know!", the little girl said and broke out into sobs again. She tried one more time to get the door open and then slid down the door in total defeat. "H-he made my s-sister... my sister lock me up down h-here! MAGGIE!" She banged on the door but nobody answered.
"He?", Sam whispered. The whole room began to tilt and Sam shook his head trying to clear it. He didn't know how long he'd be able to stay conscious. "Who... whose HE?"
"I DON'T KNOW!", the girl sobbed in frustration.
"Hey! Calm down, ok? We... we're gonna get outta here! I promise!"
"Y-you p-promise?", she stuttered and then sniffled, looking down at him hopefully.
"Y-yeah! Of course we are!" Sam tried to appear confident, but he didn't sound very certain, even to himself! "My brother will be here soon. Just... just you wait and see!" But Sam knew that Dean was back at the motel with some bimbo and when Dean hooked up, Sam always got another room for the night. Dean wouldn't suspect anything was wrong until Sam failed to show in the morning. And by then, Sam feared, it would be too late. "What's your name?" She just stared at him suspiciously. "I'm Sam."
"M-Molly." She finally said as she curled into a ball, hugging her legs and burying her face in her knees. "I want my sister!", Molly croaked trying not to cry again.
"I know. I know you do, Molly." Sam felt around the floor behind him with his hands, looking for something sharp that he could saw through the ropes with. But all he found was a dirty floor. He looked around the room and noticed a small broken window near the top of one wall. When he looked down at the floor under the window, he saw several large pieces of broken glass that might do the trick. "Molly?", Sam whispered. "Molly!" Finally she looked up at him and the look of utter despair on her face made Sam swallow hard. "I'm gonna need your help, ok?"
"What? H-how? I... I can't! I'm scared!", Molly was hysterical and Sam had to think quickly to try to calm her down.
"Molly! Molly, it's ok! Hey! Tell me... tell me about your sister. Tell me about Maggie."
"M-Maggie?", Molly whimpered. Sam nodded, hoping to get her to focus on him. "Wh-what about her?"
"What's she like?" Sam asked, smiling up at her.
"She... she takes care of me." Molly sniffled again, wiping her nose with the back of her hand. "She a-always makes sure I have s-something to eat and a p-place to sleep. She was g-gonna take me to the park before... before..."
"WOW! She sounds like a great sister!", Sam said quickly, trying to lead her away from that train of thought.
"Yeah. She... she protected me from... him." She scrunched her nose up in disgust when she mentioned the unknown man and then shivered. "He said she had to do something or he'd kill me. She didn't say what it was, but I could tell it was something really bad. She said I had to stay in here till she got back and then we'd be free."
"She sounds really brave, Molly." Sam had to move this along. He could feel time running out. "You have to be brave now too, Molly. Brave like Maggie."
"What... what do you want me to do." She whispered. Sam could tell that she doubted that she could do anything to help them get out of this.
"You see that broken glass on the floor over there?", Sam whispered, gesturing to the other side of the room with his chin. She looked where he had indicated and then nodded. "Good! I need you to go over there and find me a piece of glass that's about the size of your hand and then bring it to me. And be careful not to cut yourself, ok?"
"O-ok", Molly said in a small voice. She got up and crept down the stairs and across the room. She got down on her hands and knees and inspected each piece, putting her hand next to the shards to find the right size. When she found one that was just the right size, she picked it up with her fingertips to avoid the sharp edges and brought it over to Sam.
"Good job, Molly! Now I'm gonna lean forward and I want you to put it in my hand carefully, ok?" She nodded and he leaned forward and waited until he felt Molly stick the piece of glass between his fingers. "Now I need you to hide in case he comes back."
"No!", Molly whined pitifully. "Please, Sam! I wanna stay with you!" She was starting to freak out again and Sam had to give her a stern look to get her to focus.
"Molly. I will come get you when I'm free, but I need you to hide. Now!" Molly jumped at the last word, but turned and fled into the darkness under the stairs. Sam heaved a tired sigh and started to saw through the ropes as quickly as he could manage with his hands bound so tightly. He could feel the glass cutting into his palm with every slide of the glass against the thick rope, but he couldn't stop. He WOULDN'T stop! It wasn't just his life at stake here. He got nearly half way through when the lock turned on the door to the basement and he froze for a split second and then started sawing frantically again. He kept going until Gordon's head came into view and he froze once again. Then the light clicked on suddenly, sending shooting pain through Sam's head again.
"Hey Sammy! Glad to see you're awake! Wouldn't wanna send ya to Hell without you knowing who to thank!" Sam glared back at Gordon, breathing hard through his nose.
"I told you once already, you sick fuck! Dean is the only one who gets to call me that!", Sam growled through gritted teeth. Gordon shot him a wide, toothy grin but didn't respond. He just sauntered over to the younger Winchester, crouched next to him, and grabbed him by the hair. Gordon, jerked Sam's head back, pulled the giant buck knife from the sheath on his hip, and held it to Sam's throat.
"Goodbye Sammy", Gordon said with a sneer.
"Gordon! Don't!" Just as he began to press the knife into Sam's skin, there was a gasp from the darkness in the corner. Gordon's eyes shifted to the side and he smirked sadistically. Sam held his breath and his eyes went wide. Gordon pulled the knife away from Sam's neck, slid it back in it's place, and slapped Sam's cheek a few times playfully.
"Come out! Come out! Where ever you are!", Gordan called out in a sing-song voice as he rose and turned toward the staircase. When Gordon turned his back, Sam started sawing frantically at the ropes again, cursing inside his head. For a moment, Gordon just stood there staring into the darkness and Sam wasn't sure if he could actually see her or not. Gordon tilted his head, shoved his arm into the pitch black shadows under the steps, and yanked a screaming Molly out into the light. "Hey, girlie! Almost forgot about you!" Molly continued to scream and punch at Gordon's arm as he gripped the front of her shirt. "Did you miss me?"
"Fuck you! Lemme go!", Molly snarled, trying to kick him as he held her at arms length. Gordon snorted at the girl's tenacity and turned his gaze on Sam, who quickly stopped his movements again.
"You hear the mouth on this kid, Sammy?", Gordon chuckled. But as quickly as flipping a switch, the smile turned malicious. "No respect." His hand swept across her face in a vicious backhand that sent her crashing to the floor. Molly whimpered and tried to belly crawl away from him. But, Gordon wasn't finished with her yet. He snatched a handful of her hair, jerked her up off the floor, and against his chest. With one hand still tangled in her hair, the other wrapped tightly around the child's throat. "Disrespectful little SHITS need discipline!"
"GORDON STOP! LEAVE THE KID ALONE!", Sam shouted in a panic. "Your beef is with me! She has nothing to do with this! Why don't you let her go, huh? You have me! You don't need her!" Gordon started laughing again and Sam thought that he had truly gone dark. Now he was getting enjoyment out of hurting little girls?
"Are we really gonna have this same old, tired discussion about which monsters deserve mercy and which ones don't?"
"What are you saying?", Sam whispered, his eyes growing wide. His eyes met Molly's and she began to sob. "You're telling me she's a..." The words died on Sam's lips before he could finish. He couldn't see her as anything but a frightened and traumatized little girl.
"She didn't tell you what she is, Sam?", Gordon chuckled again. "She's a bottom feeding monster! A shifter!"
"So?", Sam snapped, trying to hold back the rage that was itching to get out. Even if she was a monster! She was still just a child! What horrible things could she have possibly done to deserve being treated this way?
"So..." Gordon leaned in to whisper in the girl's ear but loud enough for Sam to hear. "If you didn't tell him what you are, I'm willing to bet, he didn't tell you what he is either."
"Wha... what?", Molly's sobs suddenly stopped with her confusion and when their eyes met again, Sam had to look away. He couldn't make himself look her in the eye. Not because she was a monster, but because he knew she would be afraid of him when she found out what he was.
"He's a hunter, Sweetheart", Gordon purred against her ear. "Just. Like. Me."
"No...", Molly whimpered, renewing her struggles to get free from the sadistic bastard who still had his hand around her neck. "You're lying!"
"No, I'm not, kid." Gordon suddenly shoved Molly away from him and toward Sam, but kept a tight hold on her hair. "Ask him." But instead of words, a quiet sob came out of the girl's mouth. "ASK HIM!", Gordon yelled angrily, shaking her back and forth by the hair.
"Gordon! Please d...!", Sam tried to interject.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP, SAM, BEFORE I GUT THE BITCH!", Gordon snarled, cutting him off. "I'm not gonna tell you again, Honey. Ask him." The sudden calmness in his voice seemed to scare her even more than the yelling had.
"Is... is it t-true?", Molly croaked, a tear rolling down her cheek, leaving a new trail through the dirt caked on her face. Sam sat on the cold floor, staring at his lap, the lump in his throat keeping any words from getting out.
"Come on, Sammy!", Gordon sang out. "Don't keep our little monster waiting!" Sam's jaw clenched and he was prepared not to answer, when he heard a strange gurgling sound. When he looked up, Gordon's hand was wrapped around Molly's throat again, tightening, while her face was turning red.
"YES! OK?! YES, IT'S TRUE!", Sam shouted in a panic. "I ANSWERED! NOW LET HER GO, GORDON!" Gorgon let go of her completely and she crumpled to the floor at Sam's bound feet. "Molly! Molly, are you ok?!" The only response he got were choked, coughing sobs as she scooted away from him. Sam's heart shattered. She would never trust him now. "You Bastard!", Sam seethed. Gordon smiled before pulling the blade from his hip again.
"Isn't truth or Dare fun?"