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Post by Tasha on Jun 11, 2013 12:00:33 GMT -5
Tasha walked down the hall trailing just behind her master. Haynsworth was taking her to the prisoner. Not the Winchester, the other one. The priest. After Evan had failed to find out much from the man through use of his Gift, the Seven decided to use a different approach. They were going to use Tasha as a sort of inside man. They thought the priest might be more open with his motivations with another prisoner.
Haynsworth and Evan seemed to think that the priest might be a useful substitute in the ritual, though what that meant exactly was not explained to Tasha. Some of the other Seven thought the priest should just be killed, that they should be questioning the Winchester brother instead, but those of that opinion had ceded the point that a Hunter would likely be harder to drag information out of than a priest.
And so, as they reached the door two lesser Followers grabbed hold of Tasha and prepared to bring her in. Haynsworth stopped them studying her.
"In order to gain his trust, you're going to have to make him think you're here against your will," he said to her. Tasha nodded. She knew her mission, but Haynsworth seemed displeased. "In order to do this, you must be afraid. Do you understand?"
"Yes," she replied impassively. He nodded, his expression still one of displeasure. Then he sighed and closed his eyes. Momentarily Tasha felt a slight pressure in her mind. She recognized it as her master’s presence. It was always there, his control, keeping her under his power and influence. Depending on what was required of her, he would adjust that control accordingly, allowing memories and echoes of emotions she’d felt when she’d been free all that time ago in order for her to complete a mission. This time she could feel him easing up his control over a particular part of her mind –over a particular emotion.
Her master watched her watch him first with impassive unconcern and then with a growing sense of urgency. Her heart began to pick up the pace and she felt herself grow cold, her eyes widen. She inhaled sharply then pulled against the two Followers that held her. She needed to get away. She needed to escape. These horrible people had kept her trapped for so long, made her do such horrible things and now they were going to make her do yet another horrible deed. She was beyond afraid, she was terrified.
Haynsworth's eyes narrowed at her and his control was turned back up. She could still feel that fear, her heart was still racing, but her desire to escape was now dampened. Escape was unimportant. Fear was important. Information was important. And she would get that information.
Because she'd been told to.
Seeing the change in her, Haynsworth nodded to her. "Remember my orders," he said. And then the Followers dragged her into the room where the priest sat restrained to a chair. Tasha fought and struggled and even cried, but it was all for show as she was restrained to another chair just across the room from him and left there.
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Post by Jonas/Amazarak on Jun 11, 2013 16:57:45 GMT -5
Jonas had been alone for a while now. After the man had separated him from Dean –Evan, the man had called himself- he’d hen tried to get Jonas to tell him about himself. It had been strange. Despite the horrible situation he was in there’d been a point when it had seemed he could very much trust the man. And it was that trust, so terribly out of place, that had put Jonas on his guard. He wanted to tell Evan his name, wanted to explain why he was there, how he knew ‘the Winchester brother’ as Evan had labeled him. And it was that want he distrusted most of all. There was no logical reason for it. And so the man, the demon worshipper, had left knowing only that he was a priest a long way from home just trying to do some good in the world. And even that had seemed like far too much. He scolded himself for it but was proud that the man had only that.
He was then left alone for a while and he began to wonder what they were planning to do now. What were they doing? Were they trying to get Dean to talk? Would Sam be trying to get to them as Dean thought he would? Part of him hoped not. He’d been walked out of the dungeon cell he’d been chained in with Dean, down a stone hall to a secondary cell. The main difference between them was that this room had chairs. Chairs that were bolted to the floor and were complete with arm and leg straps. So far they’d only questioned him, but he got the sense that physical torment would be next on their list.
So when they dragged in another prisoner, kicking and crying, he had to admit he was surprised. He watched them strap her to the chair with some effort, smack her once in response to the trouble she was causing them, then left them both alone without a word.
Jonas studied to poor woman with sympathy. She looked absolutely frightened. The thought crossed his mind then that this could be Alonna.
After a few moments of silence, Jonas spoke softly. "Are you all right?"
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Post by Tasha on Jun 11, 2013 21:00:27 GMT -5
Tasha looked up at the question, her head jerking as if she hadn't realized there was someone else in the room. She felt a tear run down her face as she sniffled.
"Who are you?" she questioned nervously.
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Post by Jonas/Amazarak on Jun 11, 2013 21:06:35 GMT -5
It was a simple question and yet he found himself hesitant to give it after having resisted for so long.
"I'm just a prisoner," he said gently. "Like you."
She looked so scared, probably as scared as he was. Or as scared as he would be if he let himself think about how in over his head he'd gotten himself. He'd come to help a girl, to rescue his brother, and instead he'd endangered his own life and that of Dean. And Sam too if he came in after them like Dean thought he would.
He took a deep breath and forced himself to become calm. To find within himself that place of spiritual focus and strength. There was a way out of this. He just had to have his wits about him to find it. With a quick prayer to the Almighty, he turned his attention back to the newcomer.
"What happened to you?"
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Post by Tasha on Jun 11, 2013 21:08:36 GMT -5
They kidnapped me," she told him. "I don't know why. I don't want to know!"
She paused to sniffle a moment then pulled against the straps that held her.
"I'm not even sure how long I've been here anymore. Please tell me someone knows you're here. Did you call the cops? Someone's going to miss you, right?"
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Post by Jonas/Amazarak on Jun 11, 2013 21:24:06 GMT -5
He hated to let the poor girl down, but there wasn't really much he could say. "No cops, no," he admitted. "But hey, don't give up hope. I know how this might sound at the moment, but the Lord words in mysterious ways. I think we can find a way out of this mess. We just need to combine our knowledge and help each other-"
He stopped short as the idea hit him a bit belatedly. Could this girl be the one he'd come for? His eyes creased in thought. This person had the hint of an accent that he didn't remember on Alonna, but they hadn't spoken that long and she hadn't been speaking that loudly. It was possible he'd just missed it.
"Alonna?" he questioned.
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Post by Tasha on Jun 11, 2013 21:29:28 GMT -5
The name, spoken in that questioning tone caught her off guard. Why would this man choose that name to throw her way? Was it possible that he knew about Alonna Swanson? The Special childthat they had brought to the mansion under false pretenses? How could he know? But if he did know Alonna, how could he possibly mistake Tasha for her?
For a moment she considered lying and taking the name, just to see what the priest might reveal if he thought she was her, but there were too many things that could go wrong with that. Too many pitfalls with a high loss of trust if she were found out. Instead she shook her head.
"No, my name's Natasha. Wait, does that mean... Are there even more of us locked up in here?"
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Post by Jonas/Amazarak on Jun 11, 2013 21:31:48 GMT -5
So he'd been right the first time. This wasn't the woman he was looking for. She'd certainly been surprised that he would say something like that though.
"I don't know," he said honestly. "I think that there is at least one other person being held here against her will, but it sounded more like her kidnappers were lying to her rather than locking her up like us."
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Post by Tasha on Jun 11, 2013 21:40:25 GMT -5
Tasha leaned back in the chair, working through what he'd told her. "So you...what? Came to rescue her? Did you bring backup?"
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Post by Jonas/Amazarak on Jun 11, 2013 21:42:24 GMT -5
The priest shifted uneasily. "I did bring help..." he said. "But things didn't go quite the way we expected them to."
Again he struggled in the restraints. These straps, unlike the chains of the previous room had a little give to them.
"See if you can work your restraints. I think that's our best chance."
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Post by Tasha on Jun 11, 2013 21:44:17 GMT -5
Tasha watch the man wriggle in his restraints, making an effort to loosen them or squeeze a wrist through. She echoed the action with one hand as he again went over his carefully chosen words -or maybe he was just unintentionally vague. Either way it wasn't useful to her or her master.
"Best chance," she replied. "So you have other chances in mind? A plan or something? 'Cause I don't think I can get out of these."
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Post by Jonas/Amazarak on Jun 11, 2013 21:54:22 GMT -5
Jonas found himself making an effort not to judge his fellow prisoner as she tried a moment to free herself then declared she couldn't do it. He had no idea how long Natasha had been locked up here or how many times she'd tried and failed to escape. And maybe she wasn't giving up trying so much as stating that this particular way to escape simply wouldn't work for her.
"You must keep trying," he urged. "We can't give up. Do you have any idea when they might come back for us? We may have to try jumping them when they do."
As long as they weren't armed as Evan's bodyguard had been. "Come now, tell me anything else you know about these people or what they might be doing tonight or-"
Jonas paused as he heard a commotion outside the room.
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Post by Haynsworth on Jun 15, 2013 20:28:30 GMT -5
Haynsworth had to admit he was proud of himself. He'd used a Puppet to make the prisoner talk, something Hallowed- who prided himself on his charm- couldn't do. And with the help of a microphone they'd placed in the room earlier, Haynsworth now decided he'd heard enough. He wanted to use the young man for the ritual as did several of the Seven. Unfortunately some still had their doubts.
"There's already been intrusion tonight, Mr. Haynsworth," replied Mrs. Minjares, one of the oldest of the group and also one of the most irritable. Haynsworth never cared much for her, not that he cared much for any of his associates. "I don't see why we should go changing plans that don't need changing."
Haynsworth sighed. "We have taken precautions, Mrs. Minjares."
"What if they aren't enough?" she questioned.
Haynsworth turned to look directly at her. Despite the fact that she was several years older than he, she didn't look it. And yet unlike certain other members of their group, Haynsworth didn't think she was wasting the demon-given-magic on vanity and illusions of youth.
"What if they aren't enough?" he echoed. "Wouldn't it be nice to have, as they say, all hands on deck? Especially a certain cold-blooded member?"
The balding man watched her ponder over this a moment. When she didn't argue, he motioned to two of their followers and they walked into the room where his Puppet and the priest waited. He didn't spare his Puppet a glance instead looking the man over. It would be appropriately inappropriate to use him, he thought. A man of God turned host to a demon. Haynsworth, at least, would get a good chuckle out of it during the ritual. He doubted the priest would find it so funny, but that would make it all the more pleasing.
"Take him," Haynsworth ordered.
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Post by Jonas/Amazarak on Jun 15, 2013 21:53:54 GMT -5
It all happened very fast. The same two who'd brought in Natasha had taken the straps off him and now dragged him out into the fall. Where two men in suits watched each other grimly. He couldn't think of anything supportive to shout to Natasha, now left on her own again, nor could he think of what to demand of his captors. He looked at the 2 cult members in suits nervously, a man and a women.
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Post by Haynsworth on Jun 16, 2013 10:35:06 GMT -5
As Haynsworth brought the nervous priest out into the hall, he did look to Natasha. With a wave of his hand he signaled her to wait. The signal didn't simply mean 'stay here' to his Puppet though. That would be stupid considering she was strapped to a chair. It meant simply 'stay in character until I tell you otherwise'. Likely they would not need her to take on this guise for the benefit of the priest another time, but Haynsworth liked being prepared. Foresight was important to Haynsworth. There was a reason he'd chosen the Gift he had from Amazarak after all. Not that he needed it to know Mrs. Minjares, who waited in the hall, was still displeased that he had chosen Evan Hallowed's side over his and that she was likely not done arguing quite yet.
"I just wonder, Mr. Haynsworth, if Amazarak will be displeased that we're using this nobody instead of one of our own," she replied.
Haynsworth sighed, attempting to reign in his annoyance. Why couldn't people just think ahead?
"Though I cannot presume to know our master's preference in terms of hosts, I'm sure he'd rather have a body than be trapped where he is, don't you think?"
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Post by Jonas/Amazarak on Jun 16, 2013 10:41:33 GMT -5
Jonas had been looking all about him frantically, but at the mention of the demon's name he found himself locking onto their conversation. And he did not like where it was going. He didn't deal with demons or other truly unholy and supernatural beings terribly often, but it didn't take an expert to get what they were saying. Yet he didn't really believe it. He couldn't.
"What do you want from me?" Jonas demanded.
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Post by Haynsworth on Jun 16, 2013 10:53:08 GMT -5
Haynsworth chuckled at the question and continued leading the way down the hall with Mrs. Minjares at his side. Sparing a glance back at the frightened young man he replied, "You have devoted your life to something bigger than yourself, yes? That's why you wear those clothes, that's why you carry around the Good Book in your pocket, in the hopes that you will do your master proud. That you will remain in his good graces and he won't smite you down.
"Our goals," Haynsworth motioned vaguely down the hall in general indication of the Cult, "are similar. We, heh, want to make Amazarak proud. We do what our master wants, only when we do what he wishes, he rewards us. Young man, whereas your God sits by and watches the world go to hell, Amazarak wants only a small place in that hell on Earth to call his own. That's not asking too much, is it?"
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Post by Jonas/Amazarak on Jun 16, 2013 11:29:19 GMT -5
Jonas listened to the suited man with disgust and he pulled uselessly against the two people holding onto him. "You work for a demon! You kidnap innocent people! And you do it for personal gain. Our goals are nothing alike," Jonas hissed angrily.
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Post by Haynsworth on Jun 16, 2013 11:53:07 GMT -5
"You're right, of course. Though I really would like to know how it is you know that." Haynsworth glared at the priest a moment, though he didn't really expect a response. Despite the calm he'd expressed with his associates, the revelation that the priest -and therefore likely the Winchester as well- knew about their other prisoner, the girl Alonna, was a bit disturbing. More so because on top of that was the fact that apparently there were another two, a man and a teenaged werewolf, who also appeared to know about the existence, and the general dark-art dealings of the Cult.
For so many years they'd been so careful to eliminate any outsider who knew about them, to keep the face of the Cult vague and sparkly clean... yet now, in the short time before what was to be the culmination of all their years of hard work and devotion there were two perhaps separate groups of people who came to interfere? It did bother him, but several brief glimpses into the possible near futures had told him that physical violence towards the priest would give them no immediate knowledge. No. The best idea was to keep on as they were. To raise Amazarak with all possible haste. That Hunter they'd more or less hired would keep out the man and the werewolf. The Cult's lesser but no less loyal members would keep out everyone.
"It doesn't matter how you know. You're too late anyway. Honestly, your appearance here has only helped our cause. You'll make a fine host for our lord, Amazarak, and we'll get to keep our member. Though some may worry about the boy, I believe his violent nature will keep him loyal and therefore truly he is an asset," Haynsworth relplied, with a meaningful glance towards Mrs. Minjares.
The woman bristled. "I'm not saying the boy isn't useful, but I do think he's unstable. Might as well put him to more permanent use."
"And I'm saying that tonight he will be most definitely be of more use as a soldier stopping any intrusion than he would be as a host," Haynsworth growled, coming to a halt to face off with the other of the Seven. "If he, or anyone, give us reason to distrust their loyalty to us we'll have them disposed of, but this night, this night the best place for him is roaming the grounds like the guard dog he is. He's already been of use tonight, Mrs. Minjares. I believe you were there when he identified Dean Winchester at the door, were you not?"
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Post by Jonas/Amazarak on Jun 16, 2013 12:14:21 GMT -5
Jonas went rigid. His eyes widened and his jaw clenched.
Chase. They were going to use Chase originally?
Jonas's mind swam. His brother didn't have any idea what his bosses really thought of him. He couldn't or he wouldn't still be here, wouldn't be 'guarding' things for them as these two implied. Alonna had said Chase brought her here under false pretenses and that she was likely a pawn in whatever ritual was likely to happen quite soon, but she wasn't the only one being lied to.
Jonas forced away his look of surprise into a more unreadable look of hate. He couldn't let these people know he knew Chase. He needed to get out of here and fast. So much to do and so little time... He had to escape, free Dean, find Alonna, and warn Chase. No, his brother had never listened to him in the past, but they were family and he would not leave Chase to the slaughter.
He just needed to get free of these two thugs. The older pair he thought he could slip by... But he couldn't just run, could he. They would give chase. He'd have to knock them all out. Or trap them...
There was a way out. There was always a way out...
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