seeley booth (hates_clowns) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2009-07-28 20:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | ruby, seeley booth |
Who: NPC demons, an FBI agent, and Ruby armed with knives. This probably won't end well.
What: Booth gets a "reality" check.
When:July 28th, Tuesday night
Where: An alley shortcut to his crappy hotel.
Warnings: likely violence, swearing, general things that aren't good.
Rating: possibly high! ♥ disturbing bloods mentioned.
It was late when Booth was finally starting the trek back from the Diner he'd been at to his crappy motel. The air was warm and sticky. He was trying to make it all work, not complain. It could be worse. At least he didn't have to worry about that stupid fraud case anymore, and hey Bones was with him. It was sorta irrelevant now considering his situation. He hadn't wanted to take it in the first place, it'd been given to him.
Booth was starting to get comfortable despite his situation. Even got into contact with the Kansas FBI branch. None of them had heard of him. Weird number one. Weird two? Demons. It was still a hard thing for him to accept. Supposedly he'd spoken to one. It didn't register. As far as he knew in his world, demons didn't exist. Ghosts were just scary stories told around camp fires and to keep kids in bed at night. Here they were part of every day conversation. He even carried a vial of holy water. And as usual two guns. One packed with rock salt like Jo suggested down by his ankle. The other bullets, visible at his waist.
Part of him waited for this to be some bad dream. To be the result of one to many pieces of cold pizza and beer before passing out on the couch infront of the sci-fi channel before bed. Everything in this reality went beyond him. Seeley was religious. A military man. Reluctant to accept any of it. To a certain degree he had too, Bones was there. If this stuff did exist he had to protect her. Like hell he was going to let her get hurt on his watch, demons, humans, it didn't matter. His job was to keep her safe. So he listened to the locals advice. Even while that little voice in the back of his mind was calling him crazy, was saying he desperately needed a vacation.
He listened. That wasn't all he heard as he crossed through an alley to a short cut home. The sound of purposeful footsteps from behind caused him that hadn't been there before caused him to stop and thumb at the gun in it's holster. "FBI. I'm armed. Come out where I can see you." He warned in a cautious voice hoping it was nothing, and just his over active imagination. Another step and a chill down his spine. Booth could hear the echos of foot prints and see movement, but he couldn't get a lock on the figures. There were at least two shapes in the shadows with him. Neither spoke or made the slightest hint that they was going to follow directions. Whatever they were they were fast. They hadn't been there before. It was like they'd appeared out of nowhere. Poof. "I'm not in the mood for games." He said as he drew his gun and a flashlight, shining it into the shadows.
Cold, black, empty eyes suddenly appeared in the light infront of his face. He jerked back. Something heavy struck his arm and he felt the bones crack with the pure force. He took in a sharp breath. No way that was human. No human he knew had that kind of strength.
"But we are..and we suggest you play along. Nobody gets to leave until we've both had a turn." A mocking sing song female voice whispered from the darkness near his ear. What was this? The flashlight fell from Booth's throbbing hand, he couldn't hold it anymore. The gun was hard enough but like hell he was letting that go. Booth thought to give the lecture on assaulting an FBI agent, but he doubted it would do any good. He focused on trying to get to the streets. They were to far away in either direction. Arms grabbed at him from behind, and he struggled. "You're only delaying the inevitable.."A man's voice this time. Grabbing at them and fighting. "You say that like it's a bad thing." Booth said with grit teeth as he tried to break free of the vice grip. Nearly did until the demon adjusted his grip. He grew tired of holding the struggling agent. With forceful strength he threw Seeley into the wall opposite of them and smirked to his companion as she stepped forward to watch curiously while Booth's head struck the brick wall and he blacked out. Blood seeped from a cut on his forehead. "I really thought this one would put up more of a fight.." The female voice said with a sigh wistfully.
"We're taking this one. Bring the car around." Her male counterpart ordered. The woman who watched smirked cruelly and kicked the gun Booth had been clutching away from his limp hand with the spike of her heel. "That was hardly any fun.." Amusement in her voice as she stood beside the other and looked down at the body with a feigned annoyance as she left her partner with the Agent and drove a black van to the entrance of the alley. The door was shoved open roughly open and demons began to push the unconscious body inside.