WHO: Ruby, Castiel, then Sam WHAT: Alastair's done with her WHEN: 24th Feb Late Evening WHERE: A random LA Street RATING: TBD but Refrences to torture STATUS: In Progress
She awoke in a van her mind racing with all the things she had seen even through the haze of pain, a cloud of black smoke and an explaination about the ability to create more like her, more of her kind of demons but of course without her remaining memories of humanity. And he'd locked her to her body, He'd somehow made it so she couldn't leave it to be tortured by him and find a new one and she had no idea how he'd pulled that little trick off.
Looking around her Ruby saw demons, not her kind, ones from this world. Three of them to be precice and a vampire driving the van. And she knew, she knew she shouldn't but a haze of rage overtook the demon and she lashed out with her hand calling the long knife one carried at its side to her own hand as her eyes clouded black, with the use of a power she had not touched in so long but still could call just being what she was. Now it was in her hand the demons turned, noticing her, and the vampire driving the van had to veer right sharply to avoid crashing. Ruby would deal with him later.
Focused now she sliced into the demons, groggy yes, sick and bloody but using tricks she had just had used on her and yes, just used on others, and now she was using them again this would be a message for Alastair not to mess with the Winchesters, a small message but still a message. She worked methodicly and quickly as the vampire ahead pulled the car to a stop and was trying desperately to open the door when Ruby's borrowed and now bloody knife met his neck.
"Tell Alastair this ends. Tell him this is just the start and tell him whatever he may think of me, what I am now... was still created in hell. Tell him he needs to remember that"
She cut into his neck, just a little drawing blood and swung the blade down cutting into his chest. It was a wound that would have killed a human.
The writhing demons she finished off soon after, the vampire now more preoccupied with his pain than with driving the van and finally she allowed herself to feel the pain she'd held off so she could do this, send this message. With her last bit of strength she tore the hex bag off her side and threw it into the van pushing the door open and tumbeling out into the street, covered in blood hers and the native demons both
She dragged herself off of the road and into a nearby alley. And leaned her head back waiting for help to come.