CHAPTER 9
"Well, it's been fun, Sam, but it's time to pay the piper", Gordon said, scratching his chin with the sharp edge of the blade. His expression was subdued, but Sam could see the gleam of excitement hiding behind his dark eyes. He was getting off on the anticipation of a kill. It didn't seem to matter that it wasn't a monster he was killing. Since their first meeting, Sam had always had the feeling that if Gordon hadn't become a hunter, he would have become a serial killer.
"Do whatever you want to me, Gordon. But, please..." Sam's eyes shifted to the girl on the floor, who was still crying, and then back up at the psycho with the sharp blade. "Please let the girl go. She's just a kid." Gordon looked back over his shoulder at the little girl for a long moment before he turned to look at Sam again.
"Sorry, Sammy." Sam had to grit his teeth to keep his mouth shut and not tell Gordon to piss off for calling him Sammy again. This was not the time to make this lunatic angry. "A monster's a monster. And I don't play favorites." It was true. Gordon didn't care whether a monster killed people or not. If they weren't human, they died. In Gordon's whackadoo brain they ALL deserved to die. And now, he was moving on to killing humans. Sam wasn't really surprised. It was the natural progression of this killing obsessed hunter.
"Please, Gordon!", Sam pleaded, pulling on the half-sawed through ropes, feeling individual strands popping apart. "Killing a child? That's something you'll never be able to come back from!" Gordon suddenly threw his head back and barked out a laugh. Sam squirmed uncomfortably at the unexpected and disturbing outburst.
"You think this is the first time I've ever had to gank a kid, Sammy?", Gordon panted. "The young ones are just as deadly as the older ones. Sometimes even more so! Who would suspect that THAT..." Gordon pointed a finger at the girl trembling in the corner without looking at her. "...sweet little face could be capable of such evil?!" Sam stared up at Gordon in shocked horror. As crazy as Gordon was, Sam never thought him capable of killing a child, monster or not. But it was becoming increasingly clear to him that Gordon was capable of anything.
"Gordon... please...", Sam whispers in a growing panic.
"Now, I'm in a real predicament here, Sammy!", Gordon crouched down in front of him and continued like Sam hadn't spoken. "I don't know whether to kill you first and make her watch..." He stood up again and moved toward Molly pointing the blade at her menacingly, making the girl whimper in fear. "... or to kill her first and make YOU watch." He knelt in front of the child and grabbed her shirt in a tight fist and pulled her close to him. "You've been such a pain in my ass, Sam", Gordon whispered angrily, not taking his eyes away from the frightened little girl. "Seems only fair that I return the favor."
"Please don't!", Molly sobbed. "You promised you'd let us go if Maggie did what you wanted!"
"Sorry, kid. I lied." He raised the knife to Molly's throat and both Sam and Molly screamed in horror at the same time. But just as the hunter pressed the knife to Molly's throat, the muffled clatter of metal sounded from outside and Gordon froze just before the razor sharp blade could pierce skin. He smiled before throwing the girl back on the floor and standing up. "You just got a momentary reprieve kid!" He turned and stalked back up the stairs still holding the long blade and the deadly smile on his face.
"Fuck!", Sam whispered, immediately starting to sawing through the ropes again. It was becoming increasingly difficult to hold unto the shard of glass as it became slick with his own blood. He had to pray that whatever or whoever had made that noise outside was armed. Finally the last coil of rope popped free and he heaved a relieved sigh, He pulled his hands out from behind his back and stared down at his bloody hands for a long moment.
"Are... are you o-ok, Sam?", a small voice croaked from the far corner of the room. Sam looked up, almost having forgotten that the girl was there. Molly was standing with her back against the wall, shifting from one foot to the other nervously, ringing her tiny hands together. "You... you're bleeding."
"Yeah, Molly. I'm ok", Sam said with a tight smile. "Just cut myself with the glass. It'll heal." He stood up slowly and wiped his hands gingerly on the seat of his pants. "Are you ok?" Sam moved toward the girl with his hand out toward her with concern and she flinched away from him with a startled gasp. "Woah! Hey!", Sam whispered holding both hands up to show her he wasn't armed. "I'm not gonna hurt you! I promise!"
"He p-promised too!", Molly squeaked, eyes full of fear. He was so going to kill Gordon! He had lost all the ground he'd gained with her and he didn't know if he ever get it back. "I swear to you, Molly, I am NOTHING like Gordon."
"But, you kill people like me! You're a hunter!" Molly was trembling pressing her body back against the wall like she was hoping it would open up and swallow her. Sam looked away, unable to hold her gaze as it became accusatory. He swallowed hard and nodded, not trusting what might come out if he opened his mouth. "A hunter killed my mother!" Her voice broke on the last word as a loud sob poured out of her mouth and big, fat tears rolled down her cheeks.
"No, no, no!", Sam said, kneeling down to her level. He wanted to wrap her in a tight hug, but he knew that would only frighten her more. "I only kill Mon... uh... people that do bad things! Like hurt or kill other people! I don't kill just because they're different!"
"You... you don't?", Molly whined, still tensed up and shaking.
"No, of course not!" Sam shifted closer reaching his hand out slowly toward her. She stared at his hand like it was a coiled snake, ready to bite her. "Look at me, Molly." Molly's eyes jerked up to meet his and Sam could feel all the fear and pain that she had ever experienced in her short life. Nobody deserved that. Especially a child. "I would never hurt you, Molly. I just wanna get us both outta here, ok?"
He smiled at her and kept his hand out... waiting. Molly sniffled, wiping her nose on the back of her hand, then reached up slowly and grabbed his hand. Before Sam even realized what was happening, Molly lunged at him, slamming into his chest. She sobbed against him, squeezing his middle with all her might. Sam's heart broke all over again for this scared little girl... a girl that many other hunters would have killed without question or remorse. It made him hate what he was.
"Hey!", Sam whispered after a moment. He wanted to stay her forever, comforting her, but knew Gordon wouldn't stay gone much longer. Molly looked up at him with red-rimmed eyes and Sam smiled at her again. "What do you say we get the hell outta here, huh?" Molly brightened and nodded with a big grin. Sam stood up, grabbed her hand and made for the stairs.
When they got to the top, Sam knew the door would be locked so he slammed his shoulder against it to break it in. The door shuddered but didn't give. He tried again... still nothing. "What the Hell?", Sam muttered to himself, finally examining the door closer. That was when he noticed that it wasn't just any old wooden interior door. It was a heavy metal security door with a steel frame. "Who the hell were these people?!"
"Sam?", Molly whispered fearfully, tugging on his jacket. When Sam looked down at her, Molly was on the verge of losing it again. "Whatta we do now?!" He reached into his pants pocket, looking for his lock pick, but it was gone. Gordon was nothing if not thorough.
"Don't worry, Molly! I'll find something to pick the lock with and get us out, ok?" He smiled again, but knew it was a less than convincing one. Sam cursed his brother in his mind. He never could think with his upstairs brain where pretty women were concerned.
Dean! Where the fuck are you!