Re: IF YOUR CHARACTER GETS PWND (TEMPORARILY), BRING THEM HERE FOR RUBY BBQ TIMES
Her friends had been bested. Pushed down to their knees to watch the end of this and Ruby was grateful to them all for trying and sorry it had ended like this. Booth was here, and she knew Andy was outside, helping in his own way. And Roger. Oh god, Roger. He wasn't a fighter, he wasn't trained but he'd come anyway. She knew how that would have gone, he would have demanded to be let help and Sam in that level of fury wouldn't have cared. She adored him, all of them, and all of the friends she'd made here. But right now, she couldn't look at anyone but Sam. She raised her head when they forced him down, but she didn't cry out. She didn't do anything other than meet his eyes with hers and mouth the simple words 'I love you'. Sam who had taught her so much about being more than she was had killed his way into the room determined to save her. And now he'd have to watch her die. She didn't want to die, she didn't want to leave him. She didn't want to go to the dark. She wanted to stay. She watched the blood pour from her husbands shoulder and was suddenly aware she was bleeding too, burnt yes, but there was blood. Her blood. And that meant when she did die, he'd lose it. She had to try. She had to make him see that he had to be strong and had to continue on because that was the only way.
"If she does this, if she kills me don't dr..." the woman didn't let her talk too long smacking her across the head with the butt of her gun , not hard enough to concuss but it shut her up. Mostly Ruby supposed so the bitch could start talking herself.
"Sam Winchester" said the woman coldly. "And friends. Don't worry we're rounding up the others, the freaks stupid enough to line up behind you and your whore. You promise them everything they ever wanted. When you help Lucifer win. Is that how this works? We should just shoot you in the head, stab her with her pretty little knife and move on but you should suffer first. Besides we have other ways. Ways you gave us actually. Asking all those questions about witches. About witches in Europe in the past. One witch in particular and a little slut that made a grab for power she sealed with a kiss. Isn't that right Margarida?" she said mockingly. "That's your wife, she grew up in what's now the Ukraine, hard life, made harder by plague. But then she destroyed herself. Made a deal, and when she died, when she died we all know what happened, what she became. And how many people did she kill, did she hurt? What about whatever girl is in there. I considered saving her but there's nothing left to save anymore is there. You burned her out, whoever she was, and now we're gonna give her a proper funeral. Margarida and that poor brunette, whoever she was?"
She nodded to one of her hunter friends who knowing the cue tipped the sack at Ruby's feet into a garbage can. The woman moved around the back of Ruby and reached into the can pulling out one of the items. A skull. Hers, Ruby supposed.
"This is your wife. Proud of her are you." she said with a cold laugh as she was handed a flamethrower by that same hunter. Like most Hunters it seemed she wasn't fond of preamble and ignighted the weapon pointing it at the can setting it alight. And Ruby screamed, every inch of her body burning. Her mind though, her mind screamed to Sam. She didn't want him to look, she didn't want any of them to look