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Faith Lehane (slayersocialwrk) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2010-11-08 22:53:00

Entry tags:

dean winchester, faith lehane, ruby winchester

Who: Faith Lehane, Ruby, & Dean Winchester (And possible NPCs?)
Where: Dean’s camp
When: Monday eveningish?
Rating: Probably high due to torture
Status: Closed, incomplete

Faith was not in the best of moods. After waking up in a deserted street and getting on the network with her cell, she had started to make her way towards the location that Ruby had given her. She wasn’t completely stupid - she had seen Ruby go off on Booth about giving Eliot a location, so she wondered why the demon was giving it to her. To put it mildly, she didn’t fully trust this situation. Her Slayer sense was seriously tingling.

While making her way, she came across small groups of zombies, and proceeded to take them out as she traveled. She’d seen enough zombie flicks to know that you weren’t supposed to mix blood with zombies, so she was careful not to let them get too close, or bleed on her skin. Surprisingly, it seemed like some of them were still human enough to end up with weapons, as she discovered by finding one zombie hacking up the remains of a woman. After Faith killed him, she took the cleaver for herself, and used it for her next few kills.

By the time she made it to the location a few hours later, she was in worse shape. Grateful she’d gone to bed in her normal street clothes and boots, her leather jacket and pants were smeared with blood and dirt, and her hair clung to her cheek and jacket thanks to sweat that had built up from exertion. She didn’t seem to notice the cold – which wasn’t so much of a Slayer thing, but because she’d grown up in Boston. November in Kansas was nothing compared to January in South Boston. The cleaver was held down at her side as she topped a hill and studied a gate that sat across the road. After glancing around, she slowly started to move closer, chocolate eyes scanning for any signs of someone she knew, or an ambush.

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frostandsnow
2010-11-09 01:09 am UTC (link)

A lot of things had changed to make Ruby willing to do what she was just now planning to do. She'd made Dean let her out of the camp. Still having to deal with salt lines and traps along the way. Sure Croats were the big visible threat but there were still demons. More demons than she cared to think of topside. And most of them hated her for what she'd done. The few that knew her secret she expected would find it hillarious. Why wouldn't they? She was in fact, standing here, ready to take down a Slayer so Dean could torture her for answers. Answers she would then pass on to Lucifer in exchange for some time with whatever was left of her husband. Where had the time gone? Her marraige, brief happiness and then Detroit. It had been such a simple stratagy too, but fights, anger, recriminations and Sam had given in. He'd said yes and the world had changed.

But thinking of Detroit now would only make this job harder. Ruby watched from her vantage point as Faith drew closer, pointing out she had no weapons in her hands as she drew closer to the Slayer, it was all in order to keep her happy. Content that she wasn't walking into a trap when she was in fact doing just that. And one of the worst traps this world had to offer. Dean would do what he did and Ruby would watch calmly, help if he needed a break. They'd break the Slayer, and take what she knew. It was a pity she had no choice but to give the information up. It still bothered her sometimes how far things had gone.

She waited, silent until Faith's eyes drifted away from her, still about ten to fifteen feet away from her before the demon's arm flew out from her side sending the Slayer flying into a fence. The plan was that she'd hit her head and Dean would knock her out, Ruby keeping a demonic grip at her neck. Simple, effective. Quiet. Ruby advanced on the Slayer, arm still at a vice like grip, waiting on Dean.

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withgunsdrawn
2010-11-10 01:34 am UTC (link)

Dean wasn’t exactly inclined to trust things that came back from the dead, anymore. Not that he ever had been, not really, unless he knew the how’s and why’s of it. But this, these people coming back - that wasn’t something he’d done, or anyone here had done... or if they had, they hadn’t taken the credit for it, yet.

So he wasn’t going to let these things in his camp until he knew what they were, what they wanted, who sent them. Trusting the word from the other camps, and from Pamela, wasn’t an option. Everything that happened, every dead person who came back, had to have something to do with Lucifer, and he knew it - and he had to get to the bottom of it before anyone he was responsible for got hurt, or worse.

Lurking in the dark, in the cover of the trees, he waited. Ruby had stuck by his side since Lucifer had taken over, and for a while, he’d been waiting for her to turn around and disappear, go to Sam’s - Lucifer’s side. She was a demon, he wouldn’t have been surprised if, without Sam there, she went back to what she used to believe in, especially since her god-figure and her husband were now one and the same (not one and the same, not really, but it looks that way, it seems that way, except that nothing that is Lucifer is also Sam, it’s not the same at all). But she was still here, and somewhere along the line he’d stopped thinking she was going to leave, stopped thinking she’d turn on them, started trusting her like the others in his team.

And now, she knew a lot of things about him that no one else did. He did his best not to let on about the torture to anyone else (although Mom knew, now - he hadn’t meant for her to know but she did, and she didn’t think he was horrible for it, or at least she never said she did, didn’t act like it), but he sometimes let her sit in on the non-demon sessions, let her help if she needed it more than he did, or he just wasn’t feeling up to the task. He had one of the abandoned sheds ready for tonight - far away from any of the cabins or the other sheds that were in use - and the thin tremor in his hands was anticipation and dread all at once.

He hated how much he loved it, hated what it turned him into, every damn time he picked up a knife. But there wasn’t anything else that made him stop hurting, even alcohol hadn’t managed to numb him in years. And he made sure he didn’t do it without a valid cause, it was never just for the hell of it. This was a valid reason, too.

Ruby throwing the Slayer girl into a fence was his cue, and he moved in, a chemical-soaked cloth ready to press over her face, knock her out if the fence post hadn't done the job. It was easier, bringing them in unconscious - less noise, less fuss, less chance of discovery or escape, and it kept them disoriented just enough, at first, for the fear to do some of his work for him, but not disoriented enough to take the edge off the pain... He knew what he was doing - he'd learned from the best, after all.

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slayersocialwrk
2010-11-10 02:12 am UTC (link)

When she spotted Ruby, Faith tensed for just a moment, then relaxed and gave her a faint smile. "Hey. Coulda warned me a little more 'bout what it's like out here, ya know?" She didn't really hold it against her, though, at least not for now, because it was obvious that Ruby probably had other things on her mind. "So what's goin' on?" Her Southie accent was heavy, as her dark eyes glinted a little in anticipation of whatever big bad might be coming. The fighting on the way had reawoken her old bloodlust, something she hadn't really felt in a while, not since she had been possessed over Christmas, though that hadn't been her. But it had been her when she first got to Lawrence, months ago. She glanced away from Ruby towards the fence, and realized seconds later that looking away was probably her worst mistake all night.

Her body was suddenly moving of it's own volition, hurtling towards the fence as she spun. Her back slammed into a post, and her head knocked against it sharply, the pain eliciting a grunt from the Slayer as she dropped the weapon. She opened her mouth to shout, but found that she instead felt like she was choking. Her eyes blurred for a moment, then focused on Ruby, full of a mixture of confusion and anger. Had Ruby gone darkside?

A moment later, she spotted Dean Winchester moving in fast, a cloth in his hands. Her eyes widened as she realized what was probably on the cloth and she tried to struggle, but could barely move under Ruby's telekinesis. She glared at him as he pressed it to her face even as she closed her mouth and quit breathing through her nose in an effort to not breathe in the stuff. Despite her attempts, the smell filtered in anyway, though it took longer to knock her out than it would a normal human. Finally, her eyes began to blink, then drifted shut as her head lolled to one side and she stopped trying to fight Ruby's hold.

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frostandsnow
2010-11-10 10:43 am UTC (link)

She felt sorry for Faith. A Faith that wouldn't know what they were about to get themselves into. A Faith that had considered them allies where she was from, friends maybe even. But Ruby didn't know how else they were going to get the information they needed. Didn't know what she could bring to Lucifer that he'd deem as worthy enough information to let her see Sam, Ruby would sit with him for however long he had and he'd continue to tell her not to do what she was doing, to kill him, to do something, anything. But she couldn't do that either. For better or worse. They weren't just words to her. What hurt of course was moments like this, betrayals like this. And Dean, working side by side with her, not even close to knowing that he was next.

The glare on the Slayer's face might have phased Dean once. He'd probably have felt bad, turned away. But he worked with a calculated precision and focus. Doing what he needed to do. And unfortunatly that meant Faith was going to suffer now.

Ruby moved up to the scene dropping her hold on Faith as the Slayer slumped into her arms, unconcious. She looked over to Dean, not needing to say anything, just moving Faith into a position in which they could quickly drag her to the cabin Dean had set up for what they had to do. It didnt bother her that he was looking forward to it. That he craved how it made him feel. She understood it better than probably anyone. She didn't crave it anymore but it was still a rush. Still a dark and horrific part of the demon she was. She'd felt the same over five years ago teaching Sam to torture with his mind. Of course then she'd realised she'd set the bloodlust in his heart too.

Shaking the memory out of her head Ruby opened the door to the cabin, dragging the still unconcious Slayer inside, though from what she knew of Slayers Faith wouldn't be under that long. Dean would have to get to work. She hoisted the girl up onto the makeshift rack and looked to Dean. "All yours. I'm here if you need my help"

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withgunsdrawn
2010-11-11 05:58 am UTC (link)

A few years ago, Dean would have felt horrible for what he was doing, would have been more careful, wouldn’t have been planning to do more than test to see if she was a shifter, a demon, any kind of undead or evil monster. Other than that, he wouldn’t have been interested in harming her - and especially wouldn’t have been looking forward to it.

But things had changed.

Once they’d made their way to the shed he’d gotten ready, he closed the door while Ruby put the girl down - tossing a quick, sharp, “Get her jacket off,” over his shoulder (the chill air would help, take another edge off her defenses) - putting a line of salt in front of it, just in case (he wondered, absently, if Ruby ever worried when he did that, if she ever thought he was going to turn on her and hurt her like he hurt everyone else he got his hands on... he wondered if she trusted him to let her out if she wanted to leave, or if she felt trapped, if it scared her). There was already salt on the windowsills, the rack in place and a table of his instruments and tools sitting off to the side.

He moved over to where Faith was on the rack and checked the chains holding her in place with absent, almost clinical motions. Secure - good. The last thing they needed was for her to break out and go running off through camp, whether she was some kind of monster or not notwithstanding.

Ruby’s words pulled his attention back to her, and he nodded slightly, “Thanks,” and picked up the silver-plated blade he’d set out.

It wasn't one of the sharpest, not the small, fine blades that did the detail work he liked best. This one was just for the initial test - if she reacted badly to the silver, he’d know something was up. He waited until she started to shift, started to wake up, standing over her with the knife in one hand, down at his side. The shed was dark - there was just a lantern and a couple candles; light didn’t help with what he did, not unless it was blinding, but the darkness and shifting shadows would add another level of uncertainty and fear to everything.

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slayersocialwrk
2010-11-11 01:00 pm UTC (link)

A Slayer's metabolism was faster than a normal person's for good reason - for situations just like this. Her body burned off the chemical pretty quickly, but it wasn't fast enough to save her. It was maybe a mere ten, fifteen minutes after she had been chained down that her head jerked as she woke up, eyes opening slowly. Faith blinked to clear her vision, and focused first on Dean, then Ruby. It took a second longer for her to see the knife in Dean's hand, and she eyed it warily as she struggled to sit up. Realizing something was restraining her, she turned her head and cursed inwardly when she spotted the chains. Ropes would have been easy; she could have gotten out of them within seconds. But chains took longer. Sure, they could be bent or broken eventually, it would just take time.

"The fuck's going on here?" She asked as chocolate eyes shifted back to the two, full of confusion. "Dean? Ruby? What the hell are ya doing?" If they thought she was afraid, they were wrong. Too much had happened for her to be scared of a little torture, if that's what they were planning...which, from the way she was chained and the items she spotted sitting on a table nearby, it seemed that this was the case.

"If you know what's good for you, you're gonna let me go right fucking now." She jerked her arms sharply, rattling the chains, though in reality it was to test their slack and just how strong they might be.

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frostandsnow
2010-11-12 04:08 pm UTC (link)

The Slayer was scared, waking up, struggling, blinking against the light. It wasn't a bad thing, being scared. Ruby would have been scared too. She remembered torture and she knew if Dean ever figured out her double life she'd wind up right back there. But that wasn't going to happen. No, Faith was the one that'd suffer today. It wasn't her fault either, she knew her and Dean as good guys, so black and white. It had been a long time since good and evil had really mattered in this place. You were either with them, or with Lucifer, or very very good at keeping them quiet. Faith struggled against the chains, ranting at them to let her go. Pity for her really.

"Sorry Faith, you're not going anywhere. Not till we're sure what you are and why you're back. And...well there's only one way to do that." She knew the Slayer would be brave too. But there was brave and there was naieve. Dean had learned torture from the best. And if Faith was going to complain and yell it would only spur Dean on. That's how it worked. "If you know what's good for you you'll break quickly. Cause no one is coming for you. No one knows you're here. No one can hear you scream this far out and even if they do...well they know better than to interrupt. You're not going to get out of here Faith." she told her, looking over the chains again. They were just as secure as she had believed them to be.

Ruby looked across to Dean knowing exactly the emotions flying through him, there'd be revulsion but excitement too, anticipation. Once someone had a taste for this there was no feeling better in the world. As much of an addiction as Sam had had for demon blood. And an addiction that would never leave him. "Don't look to me for help. You won't get it" she told the Slayer, removing the last little bit of hope, if she was right. From here on out it was up to Dean to call the shots. If he needed her to do anything he'd say. She'd watch. She'd help. She'd hope she never wound up were Faith was.

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withgunsdrawn
2010-11-14 06:34 pm UTC (link)

The girl’s confusion and demands had no effect. Demons could still question, could still demand freedom, could even beg and scream and choke on their own tongues, but that didn’t make them human, and that didn’t make him stop. And even if they were human, there was no telling what they knew, what they’d tell him to get him to stop hurting them... His pulse was racing by now, white noise in his ears that carried the feeling of power through him the way nothing else could, and it hadn’t even really started, yet, it was still just the anticipation of it, and his fingers curled around the knife a little tighter.

>"Don't look to me for help. You won't get it."

It was kind of funny how something simple like that, some statement that was simple and, by this point, kind of expected, could get to him - Ruby had every reason to be turning against him, but she was still here, doing as he asked.

He pressed the tip of the silver knife against Faith’s arm, pushing just hard enough to break the skin. There was no shifter-style reaction, no sign that she was anything evil. There was just a little blood leaking out, and his eyes followed it as it gathered, slid down the side of her arm, then flicked up to hers for a second, watching. There was something like mirth in his eyes - something darker than that, but a weird little twist of amusement that clearly said I’m enjoying this.

He turned away, to the little table, and set the knife down, picking up the salt, the holy water. He’d have asked Ruby to get it, but he didn’t want to risk her hurting herself on it, if something spilled. “So here’s how this is gonna go,” he said, as he turned back with the jug of water in one hand, canister of salt in the other, “I’m gonna ask you a few questions. You’re gonna tell me everything I want to know, or you're gonna hurt. We can be here as long as you want - I’ve got all night.”

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slayersocialwrk
2010-11-17 07:21 pm UTC (link)

Confusion gave way to understanding as she stared at Ruby and the demon’s words sank in. She struggled harder against the chains even as her gaze narrowed in anger. “Break? You expect me to break?” Faith gave a short, mirthless laugh. “Can’t break what’s already broken, Ruby.” She jerked against the chains again, then smirked. “It’s gonna take a lot more than this, ya know.” As Ruby stated that she wouldn’t help her, Faith’s smirk shook slightly, but she refused to back down that easy. “Always knew you were just a fuckin’ traitor. Were you ever my friend?” It stung, sharply, the betrayal. Ruby being her friend was the last mostly stable thing she had had after Pike had been sent back by the Seal, and to lose that too…she had never felt more alone than she did at this moment.

Her attention shifted to Dean, and she growled faintly when he approached with the knife. When all he did was draw a thin line of blood with the point, she rolled her eyes. “That doesn’t even hurt. I thought you were more like your brother. He knew how to make a girl scream. Aint that right, Ruby?” Her defense mechanism was the instinct to egg them on, get it over with. The faster they went, the faster she could work on getting out of there. When he picked up the salt and holy water, she shook her head. “What are ya, a fucking idiot? Can’t your precious demon pet there tell ya that I’m not a demon? That shit won’t work on me.”

“I’m gonna ask you a few questions. You’re gonna tell me everything I want to know, or you're gonna hurt. We can be here as long as you want - I’ve got all night.” Faith smirked at him again, this time to hide the growing trepidation deep inside – and, yes, fear was mixed in as well. “Whadya wanna know? I can tell ya exactly how I’m going to rip you apart once I’m out of these chains. Actually, ya know, that’ll take longer than a night.” The smirk grew slowly. “Hit me with your best shot, Deano.”

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frostandsnow
2010-11-17 11:40 pm UTC (link)

Faith was pushing her, way more that Ruby was willing to take. There were so many reasons she was out of line, and sure, she was the one chained down and being tortured by possibly the human most skilled at the art in all of the world, but she wasn't going to lie to Faith. "Yeah I was your friend. I cared about you a lot once upon a time but then my life got torn apart and caring got harder and harder, what can I say. And you died...how do I know you're even Faith? You could just be some...thing. Some new thing Lucifer sent to mess with us cause he hasn't done enough to this family by taking a husband, brother and son from the people that need him. Yeah, I'm betraying you, if you want to see it that way. But life is hard now Faith, its not all about partying and fighting for the thrill of it. Its hell on earth, and you're about to experiance a very literal version of that."

She watched Dean cut into her and Faith's reaction. "...You think thats the worst you'll face. You obviously have never done this. You start with the heavy stuff you loose a lot. You build, little bit by little bit. Why bring out the intense pain right away, what'll that do." She had a point though, she wasn't a demon. But it was all part of the routine and she was pretty sure there were other things out there that hated holy water, not even she knew all the bad in the world. And then Faith pushed her just a little too far by mentioning Sam, mentioning what had happened way back when. That was ridiculous. "Sam probably isn't a name you should mention if you want this to go as smoothly as possible Faith. Cause it'll only make us take our time with you. Don't assume you know us anymore. You don't."

She stepped in closer wondering how Dean had taken the mention of his brother. "It's probably best she shuts up now, bar the screaming obviously."

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