Post by silent.lullaby on Feb 10, 2010 13:41:14 GMT -5
Sweeter Than Heaven [Supernatural] Hotter Than Hell (12) Misguided Ghosts
The spirits, ghosts, whatever you want to call them wandered around the hotel. Gabriel and I had tried every window all exits and found no way out. We sat in dining room, occasionally a ghastly waiter would ask us if we wanted anything. My stomach would rumble but both of us would quickly decline.
“How the hell are we to get out of this one?” I ask miserably.
“Maybe we can call someone.”
“Both our phones are dead. Every phone we’ve found doesn’t work.”
“Maybe it’s a witch, and all this is some kind of spell.”
“If it is we’re screwed.”
Gabriel rubbed his temples. “We’ll get out of this.”
“If we don’t get out soon we’re going to be to dehydrated to do anything.” We’d tried getting pretty much every faucet in the building to work, but with no avail, and we weren’t going to be taking anything from the dead that walk around these parts.
I’d been shaking for the past four hours, my body was beginning to give up on me. The headache I had was incredibly painful. I felt nauseated. “Gabe.”
“Yeah.”
“I’m so tired,” I whispered breathing slowly.
“I know, kid, I know.” Gabriel responded. “But I need you okay, so you have to stay awake, we need to find a way out of here.”
“We burnt him though. Shouldn’t this have ended?”
“Maybe there is some part of him we didn’t burn, like a lock of hair or something.”
“Where the hell would we find something like that? Huh? We won’t.” I muttered hopelessly.
“Yes we are. There is no way I’m going to stay in these shitty rooms for all of eternity.”
I stared at my brother. “I need you Audbrey, so come on, get up.” Gabriel stood and extended his hand to me. I took it and he helped me to my feet. “The basement.”
“The basement?”
“Like you said,” he said leading me, “it’s where all the bad shit happens.”
We descended into the darkness and he took out his flashlight clicking it on. “So we’re looking for what?”
“Hair, toe nail clippings, anything.”
“This job fucking sucks,” I mutter pathetically.
“I know.”
There were ghosts in the basement, mostly people men in janitor uniforms, maids with bins of laundry, but there were a few stragglers. We entered the boiler room and no one fussed. It was hot, really hot. I shook my shirt trying to create some wind as I could feel beads of sweat on the back of my neck.
“There are bodies,” I said lamely.
“No shit Auddy.” The stink was minimal for these kind of conditions. He jumped down and I walked down the stairs weakly and sat on the bottom one. “Having you help me look would be beneficial.”
“Look at you usin’ big words.” I mock getting up. “Beneficial,” I repeat before kicking the nearest body. “Stinkin’ bone sack.” Something shiny fell through the bone cage. I bend down and pick it out. “Ew, ew, ew, fucking ew.”
“What is it?”
“A locket,” I hold it up for him and in the glow of his flashlight I see something poking out. “Hmm.” I open it and see it’s a lock of hair. “Fucking hair!”
“I seen another locket on this one,” Gabriel tells me holding it up, he looks around the room. “They all have one.”
“Remember when the maid told me that the boss was kind of a ladies man, that he’d leave me too.” Gabriel nodded. “What if he doesn’t leave his women, he kills them and leaves a locket with hair on them and dumps them in here?”
Gabriel opens the locket in his hand and finds hair. “I’d say he’s one sick fuck, but I think you’re right.” We gather all the lockets and pile them, we’d gathered more salt from the kitchen and used it before lighting the lockets of hair up. “What do you think happened to everyone else here?”
“I don’t care if we can get out of here.” Gabriel helps me up the stairs, my vison and motor skills out the window. We exit the boiler room and there is no one around. “I’m hoping that is a promising sign.” Gabriel kneels down and I stare at him. “Get on my back. You’re too slow.” I couldn’t argue that, I wrap my arms around his neck and he grabs me under my knees and grunts as he stands straight. “I recall you being considerably lighter when I did this last.”
“I was seven you jack ass.”
He laughs, I feel the rumble from his chest to mine and I close my eyes.
When I open my eyes again I’m in an unfamiliar room. Distinctly a home, not a hotel room. I’m laying on a couch, there are books and anti-demon wards all over. My stomach rumbles and my head is aching. “Gabe,” my voice is hardly a whisper, coarse and quiet. I try to get up but my legs are weak and soggy, I end up on my knees between the couch and the coffee table. I can see a silver colt on top of a stack of books and I crawl over weakly grabbing it. I pop the cartridge out checking to see if it has bullets, fully loaded I pop it back into place and turn the safety off.
“You’re awake,” I turn quickly pointing the gun. “Put that thing down,” the gruff voice ordered.
“Bobby?” He nods. “Nice wheels.” Referring to the wheelchair he was in, which I didn’t know how he ended up in.
“Cute, now put the safety back on.” I did as Bobby told me to.
“Where is Gabriel?”
“Sleeping, I assured him you would be fine, he was dead on his feet.”
I lean desk exhausted, “what happened?”
“You were poisoned.”
“What?”
“It’s what happened to the rest of the hotel staff and customers,” Gabriel says coming around the corner. He grabs my arm throwing it over his shoulder and heaving me up. “I knew you were tired and dehydrated, but then there were the black outs, loss of memory, nose bleeds.”
“So everyone else was poisoned, it’s why they couldn’t leave.”
Gabriel nodded, “and the women in the boiler room was the boss’s lovers. They let people in but wouldn’t let them out unless they set them free.” He set me down carefully down again on the couch.
“Our job is really, really fucked up.”
“Yes it is,” Gabriel responded pulling the blanket over my body. “Now get some sleep, so we can continue to work our fucked up job.”
“‘kay,” I respond sleepily closing my heavy eyelids and letting the darkness wash over me.
The spirits, ghosts, whatever you want to call them wandered around the hotel. Gabriel and I had tried every window all exits and found no way out. We sat in dining room, occasionally a ghastly waiter would ask us if we wanted anything. My stomach would rumble but both of us would quickly decline.
“How the hell are we to get out of this one?” I ask miserably.
“Maybe we can call someone.”
“Both our phones are dead. Every phone we’ve found doesn’t work.”
“Maybe it’s a witch, and all this is some kind of spell.”
“If it is we’re screwed.”
Gabriel rubbed his temples. “We’ll get out of this.”
“If we don’t get out soon we’re going to be to dehydrated to do anything.” We’d tried getting pretty much every faucet in the building to work, but with no avail, and we weren’t going to be taking anything from the dead that walk around these parts.
I’d been shaking for the past four hours, my body was beginning to give up on me. The headache I had was incredibly painful. I felt nauseated. “Gabe.”
“Yeah.”
“I’m so tired,” I whispered breathing slowly.
“I know, kid, I know.” Gabriel responded. “But I need you okay, so you have to stay awake, we need to find a way out of here.”
“We burnt him though. Shouldn’t this have ended?”
“Maybe there is some part of him we didn’t burn, like a lock of hair or something.”
“Where the hell would we find something like that? Huh? We won’t.” I muttered hopelessly.
“Yes we are. There is no way I’m going to stay in these shitty rooms for all of eternity.”
I stared at my brother. “I need you Audbrey, so come on, get up.” Gabriel stood and extended his hand to me. I took it and he helped me to my feet. “The basement.”
“The basement?”
“Like you said,” he said leading me, “it’s where all the bad shit happens.”
We descended into the darkness and he took out his flashlight clicking it on. “So we’re looking for what?”
“Hair, toe nail clippings, anything.”
“This job fucking sucks,” I mutter pathetically.
“I know.”
There were ghosts in the basement, mostly people men in janitor uniforms, maids with bins of laundry, but there were a few stragglers. We entered the boiler room and no one fussed. It was hot, really hot. I shook my shirt trying to create some wind as I could feel beads of sweat on the back of my neck.
“There are bodies,” I said lamely.
“No shit Auddy.” The stink was minimal for these kind of conditions. He jumped down and I walked down the stairs weakly and sat on the bottom one. “Having you help me look would be beneficial.”
“Look at you usin’ big words.” I mock getting up. “Beneficial,” I repeat before kicking the nearest body. “Stinkin’ bone sack.” Something shiny fell through the bone cage. I bend down and pick it out. “Ew, ew, ew, fucking ew.”
“What is it?”
“A locket,” I hold it up for him and in the glow of his flashlight I see something poking out. “Hmm.” I open it and see it’s a lock of hair. “Fucking hair!”
“I seen another locket on this one,” Gabriel tells me holding it up, he looks around the room. “They all have one.”
“Remember when the maid told me that the boss was kind of a ladies man, that he’d leave me too.” Gabriel nodded. “What if he doesn’t leave his women, he kills them and leaves a locket with hair on them and dumps them in here?”
Gabriel opens the locket in his hand and finds hair. “I’d say he’s one sick fuck, but I think you’re right.” We gather all the lockets and pile them, we’d gathered more salt from the kitchen and used it before lighting the lockets of hair up. “What do you think happened to everyone else here?”
“I don’t care if we can get out of here.” Gabriel helps me up the stairs, my vison and motor skills out the window. We exit the boiler room and there is no one around. “I’m hoping that is a promising sign.” Gabriel kneels down and I stare at him. “Get on my back. You’re too slow.” I couldn’t argue that, I wrap my arms around his neck and he grabs me under my knees and grunts as he stands straight. “I recall you being considerably lighter when I did this last.”
“I was seven you jack ass.”
He laughs, I feel the rumble from his chest to mine and I close my eyes.
When I open my eyes again I’m in an unfamiliar room. Distinctly a home, not a hotel room. I’m laying on a couch, there are books and anti-demon wards all over. My stomach rumbles and my head is aching. “Gabe,” my voice is hardly a whisper, coarse and quiet. I try to get up but my legs are weak and soggy, I end up on my knees between the couch and the coffee table. I can see a silver colt on top of a stack of books and I crawl over weakly grabbing it. I pop the cartridge out checking to see if it has bullets, fully loaded I pop it back into place and turn the safety off.
“You’re awake,” I turn quickly pointing the gun. “Put that thing down,” the gruff voice ordered.
“Bobby?” He nods. “Nice wheels.” Referring to the wheelchair he was in, which I didn’t know how he ended up in.
“Cute, now put the safety back on.” I did as Bobby told me to.
“Where is Gabriel?”
“Sleeping, I assured him you would be fine, he was dead on his feet.”
I lean desk exhausted, “what happened?”
“You were poisoned.”
“What?”
“It’s what happened to the rest of the hotel staff and customers,” Gabriel says coming around the corner. He grabs my arm throwing it over his shoulder and heaving me up. “I knew you were tired and dehydrated, but then there were the black outs, loss of memory, nose bleeds.”
“So everyone else was poisoned, it’s why they couldn’t leave.”
Gabriel nodded, “and the women in the boiler room was the boss’s lovers. They let people in but wouldn’t let them out unless they set them free.” He set me down carefully down again on the couch.
“Our job is really, really fucked up.”
“Yes it is,” Gabriel responded pulling the blanket over my body. “Now get some sleep, so we can continue to work our fucked up job.”
“‘kay,” I respond sleepily closing my heavy eyelids and letting the darkness wash over me.