Children for a Lesser God 2/?
Title: Children for a Lesser God 2/?
Rating/Warnings: pg-13/Violence and language
Wordcount: ~2800
A/N: I should be working on all my challenges that are due in the near future…but this idea wouldn’t leave me alone, especially after You Make my Heart Melt got a nice response.
Summary: John has planned on taking his boys out for a camping trip for some relaxation and training, since Sam now knows about the Supernatural world. However, days before the trip, Sam falls ill with the flu and stays at Bobby's so that Dean can still go on the trip he was so looking forward to. While there, Sam meets one of Bobby's customer's who has lost everything and is desperately searching for a way to get it all back. An ancient book of Bobby's and young Sam may just be what he needs...unfortunately for Sam.
Alec nodded. He had found his boy…
“I can’t do this. How do you expect me to do this?!? He’s…he’s just a boy!”
“Just like your son was! The same son you are begging me to bring back for you!” Moloch shouted at Alec. “This is the only way I can do that! You have to bring me that boy! Bring me the child you found! Bring me Sam!”
“B-but how can I do this to another family? I know what it is like to loose a son…”
“And if you don’t do this you will never know what it is like to see a son grow up!” Moloch’s eyes shined with anger. “You said this boy has a brother…his father will heal just fine! It won’t be like you! Your wife abandoned you! You were left alone! You had NO ONE!”
Alec started to tremble and paled at the words. It was true; he had had no one there to help him after Matty died. His own wife had left him because of it. His parents were long gone. Sam’s father wouldn’t have that. He would have his other son. He would hurt, but he would survive for his other child. Alec wasn’t. Alec was slowly dying without his son. He had no choice.
“What do I need to do?”
Moloch smiled that creepy smile that raised the hairs on the back of Alec’s neck. “You are to get that boy away from your…friend…”
“How do I do that?”
“I DON’T CARE!!” Moloch bellowed, making the walls of Alec’s house shake and crack.
Alec backed away from Moloch, tripping over his feet and falling into the corner of the room. He nodded the head, not trusting his voice.
“Good,” Moloch said as he straightened himself up. He dusted off the clothes he wore where the dust and plaster from the room had settled. “Get the child and bring him into the woods around noon. I’ll be waiting there.”
“I’ll figure out something…”
“Just do it!”
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Bobby closed the front door behind him quietly, not sure if Sam was still asleep. The mid morning sun shined through the faded curtains as he made his way towards the kitchen with his bags. He had snuck out to the local drug store for more supplies for Sam. The poor kid was still miserably sick with the flu, and it didn’t look to be letting up any time soon.
Once he had the items he didn’t need at the moment put away in the kitchen, he grabbed what he did need along with the surprise he had bought for Sam, and headed up the stairs to the boy’s room.
He opened the door, sending a little light into the otherwise dark room. He had made sure the curtains were still in decent shape and pulled too so as not to let any light in and wake Sam from the sleep he desperately needed.
“Sammy?” Bobby called softly into the room.
The youngest Winchester seemed to still be sleeping underneath a pile of blankets. Bobby had had to gather extra ones for him last night as chills wracked his smaller frame and kept him awake until very late.
Bobby moved to the bed. He set the supplies on the nightstand before running his hand over Sam’s head. He still felt feverish to the touch, which only made Bobby worry more.
Sam stirred under his hand, moaning as his eyes blinked open. “Bobby?”
“Sorry tiger. Didn’t mean to wake ya,” Bobby said as he sat on the edge of the bed.
“It’s ok,” Sam mumbled. He rubbed at red-rimmed eyes, but did not move to sit up in the bed. He simply burrowed under the covers and into Bobby’s side. “What time is it?”
“A little after ten.”
“Did Dad and Dean already call?”
“’Fraid so kiddo. They called a couple hours ago when they made it to the campgrounds. They used the phone in the ranger’s main office before they headed out into the woods.”
“Oh,” Sam sighed. He sniffled against Bobby’s side.
“Hey…” Bobby gently pulled Sam up and onto his lap. “It’s ok buddy. Your daddy promised to hike back there in a day or two to call. They miss ya and are both worried sick.”
Bobby felt Sam nod against him, but the kid didn’t say anything else.
“Went out and got ya some more medicine and juice this morning.”
“Thank you.” Sam’s voice was small and barely above a whisper.
“Got ya something else too buddy…”
“You did?” Sam’s voice was only a little stronger that time.
“Sure did,” Bobby replied with a smile as he reached over to grab the brown paper bag from the table. “Open it up Sammy.”
Sam pushed himself up, but remained supported largely by Bobby. He reached in and pulled out a boxlike object. “Lord of the Rings??”
“I know you borrowed them from the library last year and wanted to keep them. Now you have your own set.”
“Thank you.” Sam weakly threw his arms around Bobby.
“You’re welcome, but there’s still one more thing in there.”
Sam looked surprised, but started rooting around in the bag once again. This time his hand wrapped around something soft. He pulled it out to reveal a fluffy stuffed puppy. The nine year old smiled instantly.
Bobby knew Sam had had a stuffed bear when he was younger, but it had been lost to one of the crappy motel rooms of long ago.
“T-this is…I…”
“You’re welcome Sammy,” Bobby laughed.
The phone broke the moment and Bobby rushed off to get it.
“Singer Salvage?”
“Um…hi…I just wrecked my Buick out on Rt. 75. From what I can tell you’re the closest tow I can get.”
“Well, I reckon I am, but-“
“You’ve gotta help me out here. My old lady is due home is a couple days and if she knows, I’ll never hear the end of it.”
“Fine, let me finish up something here and I’ll be there with my truck in about 30 minutes.”
“Appreciate it, man!”
Bobby hung the phone up and grumbled. He didn’t like the idea of leaving Sam alone to get this guy’s car, but it didn’t look like he had a choice. “Sammy? Looks like I gotta run out and tow a car in. I’m gonna fix ya some breakfast first then head out.”
“Not hungry, Bobby.”
“You need to eat kid,” Bobby sighed. “How about just some toast with honey, huh?”
“Ok,” Sam muttered back.
Bobby made quick work of Sam’s breakfast and medicine. He left Sam with a bottle of orange juice on the nightstand and a cool rag for his fever. Sam soon fell fast asleep, holding his little puppy close to his chest. Bobby smiled at the sight and then left to go take care of the customer.
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Alec watched from the outskirts of the salvage yard as Bobby pulled onto the road in his tow truck. He slid his cell phone back into his pocket. He was surprised that he had been able to disguise his voice like that.
Once he was sure Bobby was far enough down the road, he went to work. He crept towards the back door; he was very happy to find that Bobby had not gotten a new junkyard dog yet. He took out a lock pick set from his pocket and made quick work of the deadbolts. He soon found himself standing alone in Bobby’s kitchen. His hands shook as he ran them through his graying hair.
“Ok…you have to keep going,” he muttered to himself.
He forced himself to climb the steps and started searching for Sam. He had tried a few doors already before he finally found the boy. Sam lay curled in on himself underneath a pile of blankets. He still shivered despite the added layers.
“God, what am I doing?” Alec’s eyes wouldn’t leave the child. “I can’t do this…”
Sam moved a little in his sleep so that his face was no longer squished against the pillow. He was pale, save for the red around his eyes and cheeks. It reminded Alec so much of Matty after he became ill.
“I have to do this…for Matty…”
Alec walked across the room. He grabbed Sam quickly, blankets and all. The child woke instantly.
“What?” Sam mumbled incoherently. His eyes darted around the room, noticing that he was up in the air, before settling on Alec. “What are you doing? Put me down! Where’s Bobby?!?”
“I’m so sorry,” Alec whispered to Sam as he began to make his way back to his truck.
“NO!” Sam kicked out at his captor’s body. He connected several times, nearly sending Alec to the ground on couple of the hits. An elbow shot landed to Alec’s face, busting his lip. He spit out blood and went back to work. Despite this, Sam was still very sick and therefore very weak. In the end, his fighting did nothing but exhaust him and put a hole in Bobby’s wall by the stairs.
“Please,” Sam mumbled brokenly as Alec tossed him into the passenger side floor of the car and began to tie up his wrists and ankles. Alec kept the blankets on the boy, and even gave him back the stuffed animal Sam had been clutching the whole time.
Alec never replied, but tears began coursing down his own cheeks. He had to keep reminding himself that all of this was for his son as he climbed behind the wheel and took off to the woods. His old truck ate up the gravel of the back roads leading to his destination. Moloch wanted him to take the child to the center of this section of the woods.
The drive only lasted a few minutes, but it felt like hours as Sam shouted from the floor until his already weak voice turned hoarse. His throat was killing him, but he didn’t let it stop him. He was a Winchester after all, and that meant having to sometimes work through the pain.
“Why are you doing this?!?”
“Shut up!” Alec finally snapped as the truck made a sharp turn off the roads and onto a dirt trail.
The momentum tossed Sam around in the floor and knocked his puppy out of his hands. However, he definitely didn’t shut up.
“Y-you’re making a mistake.” His voice was still hoarse and feeble, but it also had a taunting edge to it. “When Bobby finds out…when my Dad finds out…you’ll be a dead man.”
Alec knew he shouldn’t be intimidated a nine year old, but something about that statement put him even more on edge.
He slammed on the brakes once he got far enough into the woods, once again sending Sam crashing into the side of the car. It made Sam’s flu induced headache ratchet up. He hadn’t recovered from the impact by the time Alec came around to the passenger side of the truck. He grabbed Sam a little harder than before by the arm and hauled him out.
“Stop!”
“I’m sorry kid. Can’t now…”
The blankets and Sam’s stuffed puppy fell to the floorboard. Despite the warmth of the summer breeze, Sam shivered. His whole body felt achy and tired. But he still tried to buck and fight to get out of Alec’s hold. It didn’t do much good in the end though.
Alec walked through the thick of the trees, not paying mind to the lower branches and brush. It ripped his worn jeans and tore at his legs. His focus was solely on getting the boy to Moloch so he could have his son back.
After a few minutes, they found themselves in a clearing. Moloch stood on the other side, still in his human form. “You made it,” he smirked.
Alec didn’t answer. He was too anxious.
“Good,” Moloch continued. “Bring the boy to me.”
Alec crossed the clearing and laid Sam at Moloch feet. The second he was placed on the ground, Sam tried to crawl to his feet to run. But Moloch was too quick for the boy. His boot clad foot pressed on Sam’s back, sending him flat on the ground with a grunt.
“Let me go!”
“Aww…I can’t little one,” Moloch said sickly sweet. “We are going to have so much fun.” Moloch reached down and grabbed Sam under his arms. He held the child out in front of him, studying him. “You may go Alec.”
“But…what about my son?”
“You’ll have him by midnight. Now go!”
Alec nodded and took off back to his truck, not looking back.
“Just you and me now little one.”
Sam spat in the god’s face.
Moloch gritted his teeth and glared at the boy. “You’ll regret that…” No sooner had the words been spoken, flames danced around the clearing, completely encircling Sam and Moloch. He god looked at the work and smirked at Sam. He then allowed his true form to show.
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“Damn prank callers,” Bobby grumbled as he opened his front door. He threw his hat in his frustrations. He then noticed that something was very wrong in the house. His eyes settled on the hole in the wall about half way up the steps. “Sam…”
Bobby grabbed a gun he had stashed in the front closet and ran up the stairs, taking them two at a time. He reached the second floor and held his gun at the ready. He didn’t see anyone around as he crept towards Sam’s bedroom. The door was open; he knew he had closed it behind him earlier. He prayed Sam had just forgotten to close it after going to the bathroom or something. But all his hopes along with his heart sank as he pushed the door open the rest of the way.
The nightstand was overturned, the bed sheets had been stripped, and blood splattered one of the walls. More importantly, Sam was nowhere in sight…
“Oh my God,” Bobby mumbled.
He tore the rest of the room apart, checking every spot in case Sam was hiding. But Sam wasn’t there. Bobby then moved to the rest of the floor and frantically searched every nook and cranny. He did the same to the first floor, but still came up with nothing.
As a last ditch effort, Bobby ran outside to search the salvage yard. He fumbled his way through each and every row of yunked cars. He even took to looking inside the cars when he realized Sam wasn’t just hiding. Nothing worked…Sam was just gone.
“No…Sammy…”
Bobby ran back inside and grabbed his keys once again. He got into a car and pulled out quickly into the road, not bothering to look for oncoming traffic. His back end slammed into another car, causing his engine to stall instantly.
“Son of a bitch!” He slammed his hands down on the wheel before looking in his review mirror. He recognized the driver of the truck he backed into and climbed out of his car. He ran to the truck and pounded on the glass window to get the man to roll it down.
Alec sat inside the truck, staring at Bobby’s car in front of him. He couldn’t believe this was happening. He was so close to being in the clear and safe at his home. The pounding on his window jerked in back to the present. He tried to tap down the panic as Bobby’s frazzled face came into view. But he couldn’t stop his hands from trembling as he pressed on the button to roll down his window.
“Bobby,” he said shakily.
“God, I’m sorry Alec. I’m in a bit of a hurry. Sam’s missin’ and my house is a mess. I’m worried someone’s gone and-“
Bobby stopped midsentence as he looked into the passenger side of the truck. His eyes settled on the pile of blankets forgotten at the floor. He wouldn’t have paid it any attention if it weren’t for the fluffy head sticking out of the top. The same fluffy puppy he knew for a fact he had gotten for Sam just that morning.
“You sonnuva bitch!” Bobby’s hands reached through the open window and grabbed onto Alec’s shirt collar. He yanked hard, nearly pulling the man out of the truck. “Open the damn door before I pull ya outta this window! Now!”
Alec fumbled with the door handle as he opened it. As soon as the door was cracked open, Bobby hauled him out of the truck.
“What the hell did you do?!? Where’s Sam?!?”
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Masterpost
Rating/Warnings: pg-13/Violence and language
Wordcount: ~2800
A/N: I should be working on all my challenges that are due in the near future…but this idea wouldn’t leave me alone, especially after You Make my Heart Melt got a nice response.
Summary: John has planned on taking his boys out for a camping trip for some relaxation and training, since Sam now knows about the Supernatural world. However, days before the trip, Sam falls ill with the flu and stays at Bobby's so that Dean can still go on the trip he was so looking forward to. While there, Sam meets one of Bobby's customer's who has lost everything and is desperately searching for a way to get it all back. An ancient book of Bobby's and young Sam may just be what he needs...unfortunately for Sam.
Alec nodded. He had found his boy…
“I can’t do this. How do you expect me to do this?!? He’s…he’s just a boy!”
“Just like your son was! The same son you are begging me to bring back for you!” Moloch shouted at Alec. “This is the only way I can do that! You have to bring me that boy! Bring me the child you found! Bring me Sam!”
“B-but how can I do this to another family? I know what it is like to loose a son…”
“And if you don’t do this you will never know what it is like to see a son grow up!” Moloch’s eyes shined with anger. “You said this boy has a brother…his father will heal just fine! It won’t be like you! Your wife abandoned you! You were left alone! You had NO ONE!”
Alec started to tremble and paled at the words. It was true; he had had no one there to help him after Matty died. His own wife had left him because of it. His parents were long gone. Sam’s father wouldn’t have that. He would have his other son. He would hurt, but he would survive for his other child. Alec wasn’t. Alec was slowly dying without his son. He had no choice.
“What do I need to do?”
Moloch smiled that creepy smile that raised the hairs on the back of Alec’s neck. “You are to get that boy away from your…friend…”
“How do I do that?”
“I DON’T CARE!!” Moloch bellowed, making the walls of Alec’s house shake and crack.
Alec backed away from Moloch, tripping over his feet and falling into the corner of the room. He nodded the head, not trusting his voice.
“Good,” Moloch said as he straightened himself up. He dusted off the clothes he wore where the dust and plaster from the room had settled. “Get the child and bring him into the woods around noon. I’ll be waiting there.”
“I’ll figure out something…”
“Just do it!”
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Bobby closed the front door behind him quietly, not sure if Sam was still asleep. The mid morning sun shined through the faded curtains as he made his way towards the kitchen with his bags. He had snuck out to the local drug store for more supplies for Sam. The poor kid was still miserably sick with the flu, and it didn’t look to be letting up any time soon.
Once he had the items he didn’t need at the moment put away in the kitchen, he grabbed what he did need along with the surprise he had bought for Sam, and headed up the stairs to the boy’s room.
He opened the door, sending a little light into the otherwise dark room. He had made sure the curtains were still in decent shape and pulled too so as not to let any light in and wake Sam from the sleep he desperately needed.
“Sammy?” Bobby called softly into the room.
The youngest Winchester seemed to still be sleeping underneath a pile of blankets. Bobby had had to gather extra ones for him last night as chills wracked his smaller frame and kept him awake until very late.
Bobby moved to the bed. He set the supplies on the nightstand before running his hand over Sam’s head. He still felt feverish to the touch, which only made Bobby worry more.
Sam stirred under his hand, moaning as his eyes blinked open. “Bobby?”
“Sorry tiger. Didn’t mean to wake ya,” Bobby said as he sat on the edge of the bed.
“It’s ok,” Sam mumbled. He rubbed at red-rimmed eyes, but did not move to sit up in the bed. He simply burrowed under the covers and into Bobby’s side. “What time is it?”
“A little after ten.”
“Did Dad and Dean already call?”
“’Fraid so kiddo. They called a couple hours ago when they made it to the campgrounds. They used the phone in the ranger’s main office before they headed out into the woods.”
“Oh,” Sam sighed. He sniffled against Bobby’s side.
“Hey…” Bobby gently pulled Sam up and onto his lap. “It’s ok buddy. Your daddy promised to hike back there in a day or two to call. They miss ya and are both worried sick.”
Bobby felt Sam nod against him, but the kid didn’t say anything else.
“Went out and got ya some more medicine and juice this morning.”
“Thank you.” Sam’s voice was small and barely above a whisper.
“Got ya something else too buddy…”
“You did?” Sam’s voice was only a little stronger that time.
“Sure did,” Bobby replied with a smile as he reached over to grab the brown paper bag from the table. “Open it up Sammy.”
Sam pushed himself up, but remained supported largely by Bobby. He reached in and pulled out a boxlike object. “Lord of the Rings??”
“I know you borrowed them from the library last year and wanted to keep them. Now you have your own set.”
“Thank you.” Sam weakly threw his arms around Bobby.
“You’re welcome, but there’s still one more thing in there.”
Sam looked surprised, but started rooting around in the bag once again. This time his hand wrapped around something soft. He pulled it out to reveal a fluffy stuffed puppy. The nine year old smiled instantly.
Bobby knew Sam had had a stuffed bear when he was younger, but it had been lost to one of the crappy motel rooms of long ago.
“T-this is…I…”
“You’re welcome Sammy,” Bobby laughed.
The phone broke the moment and Bobby rushed off to get it.
“Singer Salvage?”
“Um…hi…I just wrecked my Buick out on Rt. 75. From what I can tell you’re the closest tow I can get.”
“Well, I reckon I am, but-“
“You’ve gotta help me out here. My old lady is due home is a couple days and if she knows, I’ll never hear the end of it.”
“Fine, let me finish up something here and I’ll be there with my truck in about 30 minutes.”
“Appreciate it, man!”
Bobby hung the phone up and grumbled. He didn’t like the idea of leaving Sam alone to get this guy’s car, but it didn’t look like he had a choice. “Sammy? Looks like I gotta run out and tow a car in. I’m gonna fix ya some breakfast first then head out.”
“Not hungry, Bobby.”
“You need to eat kid,” Bobby sighed. “How about just some toast with honey, huh?”
“Ok,” Sam muttered back.
Bobby made quick work of Sam’s breakfast and medicine. He left Sam with a bottle of orange juice on the nightstand and a cool rag for his fever. Sam soon fell fast asleep, holding his little puppy close to his chest. Bobby smiled at the sight and then left to go take care of the customer.
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Alec watched from the outskirts of the salvage yard as Bobby pulled onto the road in his tow truck. He slid his cell phone back into his pocket. He was surprised that he had been able to disguise his voice like that.
Once he was sure Bobby was far enough down the road, he went to work. He crept towards the back door; he was very happy to find that Bobby had not gotten a new junkyard dog yet. He took out a lock pick set from his pocket and made quick work of the deadbolts. He soon found himself standing alone in Bobby’s kitchen. His hands shook as he ran them through his graying hair.
“Ok…you have to keep going,” he muttered to himself.
He forced himself to climb the steps and started searching for Sam. He had tried a few doors already before he finally found the boy. Sam lay curled in on himself underneath a pile of blankets. He still shivered despite the added layers.
“God, what am I doing?” Alec’s eyes wouldn’t leave the child. “I can’t do this…”
Sam moved a little in his sleep so that his face was no longer squished against the pillow. He was pale, save for the red around his eyes and cheeks. It reminded Alec so much of Matty after he became ill.
“I have to do this…for Matty…”
Alec walked across the room. He grabbed Sam quickly, blankets and all. The child woke instantly.
“What?” Sam mumbled incoherently. His eyes darted around the room, noticing that he was up in the air, before settling on Alec. “What are you doing? Put me down! Where’s Bobby?!?”
“I’m so sorry,” Alec whispered to Sam as he began to make his way back to his truck.
“NO!” Sam kicked out at his captor’s body. He connected several times, nearly sending Alec to the ground on couple of the hits. An elbow shot landed to Alec’s face, busting his lip. He spit out blood and went back to work. Despite this, Sam was still very sick and therefore very weak. In the end, his fighting did nothing but exhaust him and put a hole in Bobby’s wall by the stairs.
“Please,” Sam mumbled brokenly as Alec tossed him into the passenger side floor of the car and began to tie up his wrists and ankles. Alec kept the blankets on the boy, and even gave him back the stuffed animal Sam had been clutching the whole time.
Alec never replied, but tears began coursing down his own cheeks. He had to keep reminding himself that all of this was for his son as he climbed behind the wheel and took off to the woods. His old truck ate up the gravel of the back roads leading to his destination. Moloch wanted him to take the child to the center of this section of the woods.
The drive only lasted a few minutes, but it felt like hours as Sam shouted from the floor until his already weak voice turned hoarse. His throat was killing him, but he didn’t let it stop him. He was a Winchester after all, and that meant having to sometimes work through the pain.
“Why are you doing this?!?”
“Shut up!” Alec finally snapped as the truck made a sharp turn off the roads and onto a dirt trail.
The momentum tossed Sam around in the floor and knocked his puppy out of his hands. However, he definitely didn’t shut up.
“Y-you’re making a mistake.” His voice was still hoarse and feeble, but it also had a taunting edge to it. “When Bobby finds out…when my Dad finds out…you’ll be a dead man.”
Alec knew he shouldn’t be intimidated a nine year old, but something about that statement put him even more on edge.
He slammed on the brakes once he got far enough into the woods, once again sending Sam crashing into the side of the car. It made Sam’s flu induced headache ratchet up. He hadn’t recovered from the impact by the time Alec came around to the passenger side of the truck. He grabbed Sam a little harder than before by the arm and hauled him out.
“Stop!”
“I’m sorry kid. Can’t now…”
The blankets and Sam’s stuffed puppy fell to the floorboard. Despite the warmth of the summer breeze, Sam shivered. His whole body felt achy and tired. But he still tried to buck and fight to get out of Alec’s hold. It didn’t do much good in the end though.
Alec walked through the thick of the trees, not paying mind to the lower branches and brush. It ripped his worn jeans and tore at his legs. His focus was solely on getting the boy to Moloch so he could have his son back.
After a few minutes, they found themselves in a clearing. Moloch stood on the other side, still in his human form. “You made it,” he smirked.
Alec didn’t answer. He was too anxious.
“Good,” Moloch continued. “Bring the boy to me.”
Alec crossed the clearing and laid Sam at Moloch feet. The second he was placed on the ground, Sam tried to crawl to his feet to run. But Moloch was too quick for the boy. His boot clad foot pressed on Sam’s back, sending him flat on the ground with a grunt.
“Let me go!”
“Aww…I can’t little one,” Moloch said sickly sweet. “We are going to have so much fun.” Moloch reached down and grabbed Sam under his arms. He held the child out in front of him, studying him. “You may go Alec.”
“But…what about my son?”
“You’ll have him by midnight. Now go!”
Alec nodded and took off back to his truck, not looking back.
“Just you and me now little one.”
Sam spat in the god’s face.
Moloch gritted his teeth and glared at the boy. “You’ll regret that…” No sooner had the words been spoken, flames danced around the clearing, completely encircling Sam and Moloch. He god looked at the work and smirked at Sam. He then allowed his true form to show.
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“Damn prank callers,” Bobby grumbled as he opened his front door. He threw his hat in his frustrations. He then noticed that something was very wrong in the house. His eyes settled on the hole in the wall about half way up the steps. “Sam…”
Bobby grabbed a gun he had stashed in the front closet and ran up the stairs, taking them two at a time. He reached the second floor and held his gun at the ready. He didn’t see anyone around as he crept towards Sam’s bedroom. The door was open; he knew he had closed it behind him earlier. He prayed Sam had just forgotten to close it after going to the bathroom or something. But all his hopes along with his heart sank as he pushed the door open the rest of the way.
The nightstand was overturned, the bed sheets had been stripped, and blood splattered one of the walls. More importantly, Sam was nowhere in sight…
“Oh my God,” Bobby mumbled.
He tore the rest of the room apart, checking every spot in case Sam was hiding. But Sam wasn’t there. Bobby then moved to the rest of the floor and frantically searched every nook and cranny. He did the same to the first floor, but still came up with nothing.
As a last ditch effort, Bobby ran outside to search the salvage yard. He fumbled his way through each and every row of yunked cars. He even took to looking inside the cars when he realized Sam wasn’t just hiding. Nothing worked…Sam was just gone.
“No…Sammy…”
Bobby ran back inside and grabbed his keys once again. He got into a car and pulled out quickly into the road, not bothering to look for oncoming traffic. His back end slammed into another car, causing his engine to stall instantly.
“Son of a bitch!” He slammed his hands down on the wheel before looking in his review mirror. He recognized the driver of the truck he backed into and climbed out of his car. He ran to the truck and pounded on the glass window to get the man to roll it down.
Alec sat inside the truck, staring at Bobby’s car in front of him. He couldn’t believe this was happening. He was so close to being in the clear and safe at his home. The pounding on his window jerked in back to the present. He tried to tap down the panic as Bobby’s frazzled face came into view. But he couldn’t stop his hands from trembling as he pressed on the button to roll down his window.
“Bobby,” he said shakily.
“God, I’m sorry Alec. I’m in a bit of a hurry. Sam’s missin’ and my house is a mess. I’m worried someone’s gone and-“
Bobby stopped midsentence as he looked into the passenger side of the truck. His eyes settled on the pile of blankets forgotten at the floor. He wouldn’t have paid it any attention if it weren’t for the fluffy head sticking out of the top. The same fluffy puppy he knew for a fact he had gotten for Sam just that morning.
“You sonnuva bitch!” Bobby’s hands reached through the open window and grabbed onto Alec’s shirt collar. He yanked hard, nearly pulling the man out of the truck. “Open the damn door before I pull ya outta this window! Now!”
Alec fumbled with the door handle as he opened it. As soon as the door was cracked open, Bobby hauled him out of the truck.
“What the hell did you do?!? Where’s Sam?!?”
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