Night 45: F31-F40 Hallway

[vitale]

Oh thank god.

The moment the voice over the intercom sounded, Bella breathed in a sound of relief - and then simultaneously breathed out a breath of dread. The lights shut off, and everything was washed in a thick darkness, causing her to blink her eyes for a moment as she tried to reclaim at least a little sight.

Let’s do this, Bella. Before

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F??

[thatmaskedchick]

Demons, as a general rule, don't pass out. There's a point at which the human brain simply cannot take any more pain and shuts itself off, yes, but as demons technically lack brains they don't get that luxury. Demons don't pass out. Especially not when they're being tortured.

And especially not when it's Alastair doing the torturing.

That was the last thing that Ruby could remember. She was strapped to a table with Alastair going after her with her own knife. Alastair was a master at what he did, a real artist with that blade. He'd trace it along her skin, just pushing hard enough that it left lines of blood that healed within seconds. Then he'd thrust it into her arms, her stomach, her legs--anywhere where it wouldn't kill her--watching as its magic whittled away her life by inches. It was magic that she knew, magic that she'd cast herself, and that knowledge made the pain that much more unbearable.

But then the unthinkable happened.

She woke up.

Ruby hadn't actually woken up in centuries. Sure, there was that single moment of vertigo and disorientation whenever she'd possess a new body, but the feeling of coming back to herself, regaining consciousness bit-by-bit, was entirely foreign to her. Demons don't pass out. They don't need sleep. Their entire existence is the ultimate in mind-over-body experiences. Demons can keep animating a body even when it's physically dead (or, in Ruby's case, brain dead) or horribly maimed. She didn't know if it was even possible for her to pass out or fall asleep or whatever it was that had landed her on this bed in the first place.

Because, she realized, it was a bed. Not the softest she'd ever been on, but a bed nonetheless. With...something hard under the pillow. It turned out to be a flashlight.

Huh, handy.

The demon swung her legs over the side of the bed and tested her weight on them. She must have been out for a few hours, at least, because the wounds Alastair had given her had healed. They must have; she couldn't feel them anymore. That was...convenient, yes, but also kind of troubling. What about Sam and that just-crazy-enough-to-work plan of his? Ruby would have to wait to puzzle through the mystery of her sudden unconsciousness later. She had to find Sam. If something had happened to him while she was out, it would throw the entire plan into jeopardy. Sam was essential. He had to kill Lilith. If he didn't, Lucifer would spend the rest of eternity rotting in the grave that God had prepared for him.

The room she'd landed in smelled vaguely sterile and medicinal, but Ruby didn't want to jump to that conclusion just yet. There was obviously something wrong. It was pitch black, for one thing, and the atmosphere was all wrong. Normal hospitals always had lights on and monitors flashing at all times of the day or night and didn't commonly come with flashlights under their pillows. Her next thought was that it was haunted, but maybe that meant she'd been spending a little more time around hunters than was healthy for a demon of her stature. While a haunting probably wasn't something to rule out, she hadn't heard Sam and Dean talking about any in the area and she knew of no ghosts that were powerful enough to snag a demon like this. Walking over to the door, she tried the look. It gave, leading out into a hallway just as dark and oppressive as the room she had just left.

Okay. Definitely not a normal hospital. Good to know.

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[thatmaskedchick]

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