Post by h0ll0wman on Feb 6, 2016 6:41:41 GMT
If you've never experienced it, then it's just a word. A concept lost in the fantasies of your mind like so many myths and legends. Or maybe you relate it to the trivial deceptions your friends and family have committed against you like taking something from your purse, or stealing something from your room. But the real thing was so much more overwhelming. It's an experience you'll never forget. It was an act that you couldn't describe with anything else but that one word.
Betrayal.
My Boss '420 Mustang complete with scoped hood pulled up to the gravel driveway, located just a few miles out of town. Lebanon was a nice enough city. It was quaint...almost peaceful if you didn't know what you were looking for. Parking, I stepped out of the vehicle and locked it. I put my sunglasses on my face, and walked with a confident stride with gravel crunching beneath my boots. A pair of farm hands were standing idle near a stack of bales, and one of them nodded his head in my direction before addressing me. 'Mornin' Blue.' I came to a slow stop in front of the two men and remained silent. They looked between each other nervously before the first one spoke a second time. 'He's uh...he's still in there. Ain't had no trouble.'
I nodded my head, and reached into my inner pocket. I removed a white envelope that looked far too bulky to be holding just a letter. Without a word I continued on my way. Behind me, I could hear the second hand ask; 'is he one of ours?'
'Nah, I'm just openin' a zoo. The fuck you think, dipshit?'
Nice. I continued down the path until I arrived at the large pair of doors that served as the entrance to the barn. I pulled around the corner and grabbed onto the side door, opening it up. My subject was already inside, and the room was dark. Save for the light of the stand-alone household lamp that was sitting beside the man tied to the chair he was sitting in. I walked up to this man--concealing myself in the darkness of the warehouse--and tilted my head to gaze upon his seemingly unconscious form.
Without provocation the man began to raise his chin. He looked up in a dazed confusion--dried blood sticking to his face and shirt--undoubtedly still concussed from what I'm sure was a decent brawl. A knife was sticking out of the body cavity between his fifth and sixth rib--still oozing dark blood from the wound. It usually was a good struggle to get things like him in containment. The man's eyes scoured the room until they fell upon my shadowed silhouette. With a quivering lip and trembling voice, he spoke to me. "Wh-Who are you? Where am I? What is this, where's my wife!?"
"Dead."
The deep voice that came from my corner of the barn was enough to make hairs stand on end. An empty and distant tone that seemed to hold no sympathy for the man in captivity--more of a raspy whisper than anything. "Y'killed her; back in Ontario...just like y'did your boy." I began walking forward from that darkness and reached into my pocket. I removed a clear glass orb filled with what looked to be purified water. I rolled the orb in my fingers as I neared the man--my form coming ever so closer to becoming illuminated.
Then--without any warning--I swung the glass orb through the air. It was shattered between my palm and his forehead--the holy water spilling out across his body. He screamed as smoke rolled from his flesh; scorching and burning the entitiy that was trapped inside of his flesh. When the man's eyes opened again they were no longer frantic nor confused. They were a deep and prominent black that shined with its own twisted luster. I let blood trickle from the wounds I'd made in my hand--compliments of smashing glass into his face.
"You fuckin' upstart little shit!"
That's more like it. I stepped forward into the light. Long blonde dreads swayed loosely around a firm jaw. Blue-gray eyes drifted lazily down to my feet. I moved one of my black steel-toe boots to brush some of the hay aside on the floor of the barn. The Devil's Trap that was inscribed on the floor beneath the hay had served as the perfect prison for this would-be assassin. My black leather jacket covered my upper body--though the Demon could still make out the kevlar vest I wore underneath. One of the last two I had actually. I turned my head back to the creature.
I reached forward and grasped the handle of the kitchen knife buried into his body. The last act of defiance from this meatsuit's unfortunate spouse. I pulled the knife free and the Demon didn't even flinch. Of course he wouldn't. The pains of the mortal world were nothing in the eyes of those who have suffered in Hell. I rotated the blade in my hand and the Demon scowled. "Go ahead. Kill this nobody. I'll just hop out and take you for a ride." I didn't respond to his statement. It didn't merit a response to be honest.
The anti-possession tattoo that was printed on the back of my left shoulder kept such things from happening. Besides...he and I both knew that he wouldn't be going anywhere so long as he was stuck in his trap. Something I knew that he didn't--however--was that I wasn't going to just let him go. I reached into my jacket and gripped something holstered on my left side. The sound of sharp metal whistling free of its prison echoed in the barn as I revealed my customized Jagdkommando.
The twisting silver blade was absolutely terrifying. It would take an entire team of surgeons to patch up a hole in any creature once stabbed by this--most all bleed out within ninety seconds. But what made it particularly eye-catching were the two thick serpentine blades which met at the tip. Each were of different color. One a bright and polished platinum--pure silver. The other a dark gray--and in a certain light it even looked brown. I spun the blade in my hand with such expertise that it exhibited a low hum with each rotation.
I caught in the middle of this motion; and spoke in my gravelly tones.
"Awfully uncivilized thing I've got here..."
The Demon licked his lips. "Just 'cus it's fancy doesn't mean shit." I pointed the tip of the knife at his collarbone and responded. "Nah...but the Kurdish metal I got in here...that's somethin' else." The Demon looked down to the knife and up to me with the first expression of concern I'd gotten so far. "..Bullshit." I offered my very first smile--tilting my head as I leaned forward. I put one hand on his shoulder and he felt the strength of my grip. My other hand pushed the tip of the knife against the base of his neck.
"You callin' me a liar?"
"Look--" There wasn't any bass in his voice this time. Now we're making progress. "--look. Listen. Even if you kill me it won't change anything. Alright? The Darkness...it's coming. It'll get you. You and all your fuckin' ilk. So why don't you do yourself a smart guy favor...and let's make a deal. Huh? How's that sound? You sheep only got so much time left...I can make them last years the best you ever had." A deal. Somebody always wanted to cut a deal. Make a compromise. Be the one to end up with the bigger straw.
See somebody already made a deal for me. Someone else had already paid the price for my mistakes...my weakness. So I wasn't weak anymore. I didn't make mistakes...and I damn sure didn't want to make any deals. I looked away from his eyes and down to his torso. I moved the blade down to the dead center of his chest--right above the sternum. I wasn't concerned about any resistance. His chest was rising and falling with a frightened pace. "HEY!" I looked up from his chest now that my blade was lined up. His shouting voice had broken my concentration.
"Didju listen--To a Fuckin' Word I Said!" I nodded my head only once. "You said we're all goin' to Hell--and the world's gonna burn." Awestruck by the fact that I actually had been listening, all he could do was nod his head in a frenzied manner. There was a moments silence between us as I looked off into the corner of the barn. As if I were actually considering his proposal. When I turned my gaze back on him and finally uttered my answer, his eyes went wide with fear.
"...had to end sometime."
He didn't even scream--there was no time. In one swift motion I simultaneously pushed and twisted the blade to the right. It tore through his sternum as if it were made of straw--and ripped his heart asunder. The man that had been possessed was already dead. Better to end him now and free him from this torment than try and save him...but he didn't die alone. His eyes and mouth flared with a flashing bright yellow glow. The demon within him killed in the same move in which I'd ended this tortured civilian.
I pulled the blade free and swept it through the air beside me. Blood splashed across the straw and I turned away from the body. Demons...always following me. This one thought he'd been lucky and followed some bait I'd left back near the Canadian border. Lead him here to Lebanon. We'd all heard the stories. That hunters abound were drifting towards Kansas because of some grand calling. I don't know about any of that...but I know the Winchesters were involved. I needed to be better--I needed to know more about my enemy. If anyone could help me...it was those infamous drifters.
Arriving days before the hellspawn I went around town looking for any form of comrade. Turns out this place was teeming with Hunters who were just living on the edges of the city. Keeping an eye out for would-be invaders. Or things trying to peer into the strange source of activity in and around Lebanon. It wasn't even a dent in my wallet to convince one of the Hunters to let me use this as a fale safehouse. I waited for the vermin to show up and let him think I was sleeping in the barn for safety's sake.
He'd walked right into the trap. Worse yet is he hadn't even brought a gun. Fucking insulting. If he'd known who he was dealing with he would've been better prepared. After sheathing my knife I exited the barn and patted the owner of the safehouse on the shoulder as I made my way to my car. "Take care." He told me to do the same as I slipped into the driver seat and backed out of the driveway. I started up the engine and proceeded back towards town--leaving the two hunters to spread the word about the new guy in town.
Now we wait...until somebody calls my name.
Betrayal.
My Boss '420 Mustang complete with scoped hood pulled up to the gravel driveway, located just a few miles out of town. Lebanon was a nice enough city. It was quaint...almost peaceful if you didn't know what you were looking for. Parking, I stepped out of the vehicle and locked it. I put my sunglasses on my face, and walked with a confident stride with gravel crunching beneath my boots. A pair of farm hands were standing idle near a stack of bales, and one of them nodded his head in my direction before addressing me. 'Mornin' Blue.' I came to a slow stop in front of the two men and remained silent. They looked between each other nervously before the first one spoke a second time. 'He's uh...he's still in there. Ain't had no trouble.'
I nodded my head, and reached into my inner pocket. I removed a white envelope that looked far too bulky to be holding just a letter. Without a word I continued on my way. Behind me, I could hear the second hand ask; 'is he one of ours?'
'Nah, I'm just openin' a zoo. The fuck you think, dipshit?'
Nice. I continued down the path until I arrived at the large pair of doors that served as the entrance to the barn. I pulled around the corner and grabbed onto the side door, opening it up. My subject was already inside, and the room was dark. Save for the light of the stand-alone household lamp that was sitting beside the man tied to the chair he was sitting in. I walked up to this man--concealing myself in the darkness of the warehouse--and tilted my head to gaze upon his seemingly unconscious form.
Without provocation the man began to raise his chin. He looked up in a dazed confusion--dried blood sticking to his face and shirt--undoubtedly still concussed from what I'm sure was a decent brawl. A knife was sticking out of the body cavity between his fifth and sixth rib--still oozing dark blood from the wound. It usually was a good struggle to get things like him in containment. The man's eyes scoured the room until they fell upon my shadowed silhouette. With a quivering lip and trembling voice, he spoke to me. "Wh-Who are you? Where am I? What is this, where's my wife!?"
"Dead."
The deep voice that came from my corner of the barn was enough to make hairs stand on end. An empty and distant tone that seemed to hold no sympathy for the man in captivity--more of a raspy whisper than anything. "Y'killed her; back in Ontario...just like y'did your boy." I began walking forward from that darkness and reached into my pocket. I removed a clear glass orb filled with what looked to be purified water. I rolled the orb in my fingers as I neared the man--my form coming ever so closer to becoming illuminated.
Then--without any warning--I swung the glass orb through the air. It was shattered between my palm and his forehead--the holy water spilling out across his body. He screamed as smoke rolled from his flesh; scorching and burning the entitiy that was trapped inside of his flesh. When the man's eyes opened again they were no longer frantic nor confused. They were a deep and prominent black that shined with its own twisted luster. I let blood trickle from the wounds I'd made in my hand--compliments of smashing glass into his face.
"You fuckin' upstart little shit!"
That's more like it. I stepped forward into the light. Long blonde dreads swayed loosely around a firm jaw. Blue-gray eyes drifted lazily down to my feet. I moved one of my black steel-toe boots to brush some of the hay aside on the floor of the barn. The Devil's Trap that was inscribed on the floor beneath the hay had served as the perfect prison for this would-be assassin. My black leather jacket covered my upper body--though the Demon could still make out the kevlar vest I wore underneath. One of the last two I had actually. I turned my head back to the creature.
I reached forward and grasped the handle of the kitchen knife buried into his body. The last act of defiance from this meatsuit's unfortunate spouse. I pulled the knife free and the Demon didn't even flinch. Of course he wouldn't. The pains of the mortal world were nothing in the eyes of those who have suffered in Hell. I rotated the blade in my hand and the Demon scowled. "Go ahead. Kill this nobody. I'll just hop out and take you for a ride." I didn't respond to his statement. It didn't merit a response to be honest.
The anti-possession tattoo that was printed on the back of my left shoulder kept such things from happening. Besides...he and I both knew that he wouldn't be going anywhere so long as he was stuck in his trap. Something I knew that he didn't--however--was that I wasn't going to just let him go. I reached into my jacket and gripped something holstered on my left side. The sound of sharp metal whistling free of its prison echoed in the barn as I revealed my customized Jagdkommando.
The twisting silver blade was absolutely terrifying. It would take an entire team of surgeons to patch up a hole in any creature once stabbed by this--most all bleed out within ninety seconds. But what made it particularly eye-catching were the two thick serpentine blades which met at the tip. Each were of different color. One a bright and polished platinum--pure silver. The other a dark gray--and in a certain light it even looked brown. I spun the blade in my hand with such expertise that it exhibited a low hum with each rotation.
I caught in the middle of this motion; and spoke in my gravelly tones.
"Awfully uncivilized thing I've got here..."
The Demon licked his lips. "Just 'cus it's fancy doesn't mean shit." I pointed the tip of the knife at his collarbone and responded. "Nah...but the Kurdish metal I got in here...that's somethin' else." The Demon looked down to the knife and up to me with the first expression of concern I'd gotten so far. "..Bullshit." I offered my very first smile--tilting my head as I leaned forward. I put one hand on his shoulder and he felt the strength of my grip. My other hand pushed the tip of the knife against the base of his neck.
"You callin' me a liar?"
"Look--" There wasn't any bass in his voice this time. Now we're making progress. "--look. Listen. Even if you kill me it won't change anything. Alright? The Darkness...it's coming. It'll get you. You and all your fuckin' ilk. So why don't you do yourself a smart guy favor...and let's make a deal. Huh? How's that sound? You sheep only got so much time left...I can make them last years the best you ever had." A deal. Somebody always wanted to cut a deal. Make a compromise. Be the one to end up with the bigger straw.
See somebody already made a deal for me. Someone else had already paid the price for my mistakes...my weakness. So I wasn't weak anymore. I didn't make mistakes...and I damn sure didn't want to make any deals. I looked away from his eyes and down to his torso. I moved the blade down to the dead center of his chest--right above the sternum. I wasn't concerned about any resistance. His chest was rising and falling with a frightened pace. "HEY!" I looked up from his chest now that my blade was lined up. His shouting voice had broken my concentration.
"Didju listen--To a Fuckin' Word I Said!" I nodded my head only once. "You said we're all goin' to Hell--and the world's gonna burn." Awestruck by the fact that I actually had been listening, all he could do was nod his head in a frenzied manner. There was a moments silence between us as I looked off into the corner of the barn. As if I were actually considering his proposal. When I turned my gaze back on him and finally uttered my answer, his eyes went wide with fear.
"...had to end sometime."
He didn't even scream--there was no time. In one swift motion I simultaneously pushed and twisted the blade to the right. It tore through his sternum as if it were made of straw--and ripped his heart asunder. The man that had been possessed was already dead. Better to end him now and free him from this torment than try and save him...but he didn't die alone. His eyes and mouth flared with a flashing bright yellow glow. The demon within him killed in the same move in which I'd ended this tortured civilian.
I pulled the blade free and swept it through the air beside me. Blood splashed across the straw and I turned away from the body. Demons...always following me. This one thought he'd been lucky and followed some bait I'd left back near the Canadian border. Lead him here to Lebanon. We'd all heard the stories. That hunters abound were drifting towards Kansas because of some grand calling. I don't know about any of that...but I know the Winchesters were involved. I needed to be better--I needed to know more about my enemy. If anyone could help me...it was those infamous drifters.
Arriving days before the hellspawn I went around town looking for any form of comrade. Turns out this place was teeming with Hunters who were just living on the edges of the city. Keeping an eye out for would-be invaders. Or things trying to peer into the strange source of activity in and around Lebanon. It wasn't even a dent in my wallet to convince one of the Hunters to let me use this as a fale safehouse. I waited for the vermin to show up and let him think I was sleeping in the barn for safety's sake.
He'd walked right into the trap. Worse yet is he hadn't even brought a gun. Fucking insulting. If he'd known who he was dealing with he would've been better prepared. After sheathing my knife I exited the barn and patted the owner of the safehouse on the shoulder as I made my way to my car. "Take care." He told me to do the same as I slipped into the driver seat and backed out of the driveway. I started up the engine and proceeded back towards town--leaving the two hunters to spread the word about the new guy in town.
Now we wait...until somebody calls my name.