It's Just Part of the Deal

Part 15

"Something's wrong." Tom mutters, pacing the length of the porch with his wrists ignighted. I can feel it too, our human's sadness and fear, something really isn't right but there's nothing we can do; trapped here in the cabin is torture. "We can't just stand here, we need to find them!"

"I know, but we won't be any help if we get caught by Sixer." I growl, glaring out at the woods.

"He's just one human! What can he possibly do to us?" He snarls and punches the porch railing, thankfully not braking it.

"He's more than capable of dealing with us, as much as that hurts my pride to say." I feel a shiver up my spine, I recognize something about this aura, a primal sickening feeling that makes me want to forget all about Sixer and what ever traps he may have. "You feel that?"

Tom snarls, his lip curling to bare his fangs. "Yes."

I walk to the last step of the porch, staring out at the woods listening to the silence.
"Someone's there."
He nods and stands beside me, his hands now completely ingulfed. Finally my phone rings, Shooting Star's photo flashing on the screen. "What happened?" I ask, hearing her sob on the other line. "Did you see anyone?"
Tom stares at me, trying to listen in on the call but I wave him off so he can focus on trying to find the sorce of this power we're sensing. "The caves? Will we have to deal with Sixer if we keep to the woods?" I nod along with her instructions, hoping she's right and we'll be able to get there without any problems. "Alright, you and Llama come back to the cabin. Tom and I will go- Mable this isn't a request!" I growl, her voice instantly going silent, be it my tone or actually ising her name: I don't give a damn.
Right now we are feeling another demon's energy, a strong one, and our humans are missing. No doubt the result of that demon, I don't have time for her mortal problems! "Both of you back here. Now." I huff and hang up before she can try to argue again.

"You didn't have to scream at her like that, she's only human and it's her brother."
Tom grunts, quickly following after me when I run into the woods.

"That's exactly why I did it. Her and Pinetree are more stubborn than any creature I've ever had the displeasure to know.
She'll just get herself killed."

Tom chuckles as when run through the trees, thankfully my speed was something I'd gotten to keep. "Cipher, you aren't much better off than her, a freshling has more power than you now."

"Sadly a freshling has less to lose."
Tom's eyes widen as he stares at me, just barely dodging a tree root. I click my tongue and smack him upside the head. "Take you're pity back to hell! We have work to do!"
He frowns and rubs the back of his head but doesn't say anything as he arrive at the mouth of the caves. I remember this place well, it's where Ford would conduct grusome experiments on creatures no matter their nature.

"This place reaks of death." Tom grunts through a pinched nose. Prince of Hell my ass. Softest demom I'd ever met.

"It's seen its share." I whisper, walking a careful path along the rocks. Tom notocing and following my steps.

"You've been here before?"

"In a way."
Tom growls, knowing it'd be a fools errand to try and shed light on it. This place is one he'll be happy to keep dark. Unfortunately, it seems some of the past wasn't meant to remain hidden as we come to a heavy metal door, that leads to a dust covered metal room where the walls are lined top to bottom with medical tools and old chemicals.
And the star to this attraction.
Two medical tables with Dipper and Marco strapped and gagged to them, each barely conscious but thankfully unharmed and the only thing keeping both Tom and I from rushing to them:

"Welcome boys."

Both Tom and I growl at the demon standing betweenthe tables, a scoulple in each hand hovered over our human's necks. A cocky psychopathic smirk reaching across his slim pale face.

"Strange."