WHO: Ruby, now with added Meg and Brady and extra demons :D WHAT: Ruby is not in a happy place WHERE: Where Meg and Brady are holding her WHEN: 12th Feb 2010 RATING: High for mentions of torture STATUS: Complete, narritive
Everything hurt.
Every part of the body she'd been forced into and the the demon that she truly was hurt with a pain she hadn't felt since the rack. Brady was good at what he did, she'd give him that. Like their mutual boss it wasn't about the physical pain, though he was more than happy to throw a bit of that in there too. It was about the mental. It was about making Ruby fully aware how much she'd messed up, how much Azazel would be dissapointed in her. How she'd fallen in love with the mark and now he was going to do the job for them anyway and release Lucifer because thats how it had been written. Because you didn't mess with prophacy even if the demon whore involved in the build up had to be Meg and not her. He'd talk about Sam, about the man he'd been before her. About Jess. He'd found her and lined her up for Sam to fall in love with. A perfect blonde little thing, smart, funny. Better than her, and Ruby knew it was true. She'd always known Jessica Moore was better than her because she hadn't been responsible for hurting Sam, for making him an addict, making him dark. That darkness, she'd done it to him, she knew she had, and more than that she'd done it hapilly because thats how she had worked back then. Brady told her the story over and over, she'd been baking cookies, he'd come in, she'd let him in, her friend, and he'd killed her, when Sam was back, eating the cookie, calling for Jess, lying on the bed and...
Oh she knew the story well, she'd even laughed about it with him the first time round. And a part of her still found it hillarious, a part of her she was trying to bury much as they told her it would be easier to come back, they could reeducate her, him and Meg, Maybe Lucifer would let her live. Maybe he'd let Sam live, maybe the two of them could have everything they'd ever wanted once Sam did his job like a good little soilder. That's how it was supposed to happen. But Ruby knew better now, knew that if Sam fell for it. If he did this, he'd never forgive himself. He'd know he'd opened the door and she didn't know how he'd be then. He'd think it was her. Because before, she'd always thought he'd believe it was right, she'd always hoped he'd come around and maybe after...maybe if Meg was her usual self and couldn't not gloat, he'd believe she'd betrayed him. Again. And he'd always said if she betrayed him again then that was it. That was her last chance. She understood. But she was scared now, so scared, for him and the people that had become her friends.
Sometimes it wasn't just Brady of course, sometimes it was Meg wearing the face that she'd come to regard as her own, sometimes it was other demons wanting their own turn with the traitor bitch. That explained the physical. Never Lilith though. Never the Queen Bitch herself, Ruby supposed there was too much ritual involved. Never Lilith and never Crowley though to be honest she hadn't expected him. But they'd come, few at a time, sometimes one by one and they'd make her sorry for her betrayal. They never killed her though, never quite finished her off because Meg needed her. Oh she didn't give the information on Sam willingly. They'd get it from her when they could, when she called for him in the short breaks they allowed her from the pain, or when Meg would fill her borrowed veins with something. When that happened, she'd tell the demon. In spite of every fibre of her being screaming to her not to do it. She knew it was a potion, knew even how to make it, and the antidote, but of course she wasn't about to be given the ingrediants for that. Meg would sit, and she'd ask while slicing into her, all sorts of little stories about Sam. Things Ruby knew that no one else could. And Ruby told the bitch. She had no choice. Meg was smarter than Ruby had ever given her credit for, and Brady, well he just needed to die. Not that she'd ever tell Sam the things he had done. Not ever.
Meg hadn't come back smelling of him yet and for that Ruby would be forever greatful. She didn't know how she'd cope if Meg did. Meg told her a worse story though, she was depriving Sam of blood, letting him stew, letting him wallow. Letting him get so hopped up that he'd be ready to drain a demon fully when she finally contacted him again, and she had plans for that night. So many plans. She was going to make sure that she gave him every drop she could afford to give and after that she'd torture Ruby in the one way Ruby begged her not to, Oh they'd broken her with that one and how they'd laughed. Ruby was going to kill her one day, she told her so many times through every injury they gave her, she was going to kill both of them and then Sam would come for her, he wouldn't fall for it, he couldn't... She told herself that over and over because she had to believe it.
One day, days, maybe weeks, probably weeks since they'd taken her though Ruby got a glimmer of hope. Sam was locked away from Meg. Trapped in Bobby's. In the Panic Room, Ruby knew, she'd forgive its racism. Maybe they'd just keep him locked up in there, it'd hurt, he'd have to come through the addiction and she wasn't sure how that happened or how much pain he'd be in but he wasn't free to do what Meg wanted him to do. Dean had done what she'd been too afraid to, and yeah, it meant that he, and probably Bobby wanted her dead now, but she didn't care. She didn't care one single bit if it meant that he was safe. If it meant that he was locked away. "Its over, you know that" she'd spat in the familar face Meg was wearing. "You've lost" she said wildly, laughing, unable to stop. They made her pay for that one of course. She took it though, hopefully distracting Meg from finding some way or other to free him. She hated to think of her boyfriend hurting but if it was the only way, she'd take it. She thought about him every second, telling him to be strong, to be brave, not to let the blood beat him, to become her Sam again. Because her Sam was who she would need. Who they'd both need if they were to get through this.
"He's strong you know, he won't break in there." she continued. "They'll heal him all up and he won't be able to open the cage even if he wanted to. Lucifer's stuck down there and y'know what. That's better. He doesn't deserve to walk"
Meg slapped her, and brought the conversation right back round to Azazel, knowing that's where to hit her where it hurt. "He told us you were the best, said Ruby, she's loyal, she'll do the job. He died so convinced you'd finish what he started. Everything you are Ruby, everything. You gave it up for Sammy. For the weapon. He'd do worse than we're doing to you and you know that don't you" Ruby of course did know. Azazel would never have forgiven her and in spite of the fact she knew it was right to stand with the good guys as it were. That fact still bothered her. It still worried her that somehow, wherever dead demons went. Azazel hated what she had become. The one demon to have taken a chance on her and here she was walking away from the plan. Would it really be so bad if....
No. No she'd made the right choice. The only choice. And as long as Sam was safely locked away the good guys were winning