Welcome to SU: Legacy, a next-gen Supernatural RP that takes place in the year 2040. The Men of Letters has expanded to include three base locations across the continental US. Angels and demons have gone mostly dormant but there are still supernatural evils lurking in the shadows. The legacies could use your help. Are you in?
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Post by ZZZ - Dean - RETIRED on Sept 29, 2009 16:33:59 GMT -8
Ruby went for the big finish and in that spilt second between her lifting the knife and plunging it deep into his chest, Dean felt a weight lifting from him. Yes, there was excruciating pain, intense pressure and a sick kind of drowning feeling as blood pumped rapidly out of his wounded heart and flooded the rest of his internal organs, but he knew that it wouldn't take long for his body to give in and die and he could find some comfort in that all too brief period between dying and being brought back to life, whole and new again ready for another round of torture. It was almost like falling asleep, only much less enjoyable, and though the pain still lingered in the background, nagging at him like a buzzing fly just out of eyeshot, it was the only place in Hell he had chance to really think or dream. The closest thing to privacy in a world were demons could get under your skin without you even knowing they were there.
However, this time it was a little different. Didn't feel like he'd had chance to process what had just happened before he gasped awake again, sucking in a fetid breath of hot, sulphuric air as though he'd just emerged from the very depths of the ocean. It burned at his lungs, that was always the first thing he noticed, secondly he'd remember he was strapped to a rack because he'd try to move or cough and the restraints would dig into his body.
Typically though, when he awoke, everything he remembered had been reset, as though there was some big red button in Hell with 'do-over' written on it and once Alastair had killed Dean to his satisfaction, he'd punch it and all would be wiped clean and spruced up (including Dean's body), all good to go once more. So when he blinked open his eyes to find Ruby still standing there splattered with blood, his blood like he'd only been dead for the length of time it took to blink, it came as something of a shock.
Strangely, it seemed to have the same effect of Ruby too.
"Miss me?" He asked, voice strong and confident again despite the unusual change in circumstances. His body wasn't broken anymore, his blood still where it was meant to be, inside his body and not all over the floor. Bones unbroken and soul intact. For the most part.
Ruby felt a strange sense of relief as she stood there, paying no mind to the fact that she was covered in Dean Winchester's blood.
It didn't matter. She had done it. She was free.
A small chuckle escaped her, quickly becoming a fit of uncontrollable laughter. Her charred body shuddered with her quakes of laughter. She had done it. She was free.
"Miss me?"
Ruby's laughter stopped abruptly as she heard Dean's voice, loud and clear behind her. She stood there for several seconds, her back to him, her eyes wide.
No. No. You did it. It's done.
But when she turned around, she saw Dean, strapped to the rack as if he'd just arrived in Hell that second. No blood, no wounds. All that she had done had been undone.
Ruby stared at him in disbelief for a moment, eyes wide, charred mouth moving but not speaking.
No. No, no, no...
"No," she said in a soft whisper. "No... No, that's not fair. That's not fair!"
Ruby walked over to the rack, furious, and kicked the carving knife as hard as she could. It skidded across the floor, only to spin around and skid right back to her like some sicko boomerang.
She stared down at the knife, shaking her head.
"No... No, I won't do it. I won't do it! Not again!"
She had even forgotten that Dean was there. She wasn't speaking to him, but to someone else. Someone she couldn't see, but who was most certainly watching her every move.
"I won't do it! That wasn't the deal. That's not fair!"
Ruby was still screaming at that invisible over-seer as she walked away from the rack, and then started to run.
Post by ZZZ - Dean - RETIRED on Oct 13, 2009 6:05:04 GMT -8
It was unusual to find that Ruby was not happy about getting a second shot at ripping open Dean's skin and painting herself with his blood. He was so used to the gleeful attitude Alastair always had when he got to start over afresh, that her pissy outburst at whoever was out of eyeshot was highly confusing and just the tiniest bit amusing. There wasn't much in the way of entertainment when you were bound to the rack for all eternity, so seeing her spiral into a hissy fit about having to get her hands dirty (dirtier) just struck him as bizarre. The fact she didn't want to go through it all again was almost empowering, like it was he who had been the cause of her annoyance rather than whoever it was pulling the strings down here.
Later, when he would no doubt desperately be trying to block out the repetitious pain of torture, he'd ponder whether there was in actuality a Lucifer down here, sat in a grand control room, pushing buttons and ordering around his minions of evil while sipping on a latte. Now though, he was jumping on the oppertunity to grate througgh Ruby's nerves before she finally disappeared into the darkness.
"Where you going Ruby? You're not slacking off already are you? We just got the party started!" Not in a million years did he want to repeat the whole ordeal again, but it was ever so slightly funny to pretend that he was better at being in Hell than she was.
"I'm still gonna kill you, bitch!" He added vehemently, when it seemed like Ruby wasn't coming back. His voice echoed, then got swallowed up by the void, mimiced by whispering demons who feared coming too close less they suffer the wrath of Alastair but who still wanted to taunt and frighten Dean. If it felt like he was alone, he knew he never really was, not that knowing things lurked was much of a comforting thought.
"I'm gonna kill all of you." He whispered to himself, closing his eyes and clinging to reassurance in the words. False comfort it might have been, but then what else did he have down here?