Guns, Claws & Talons

Chapter 20 : Back to Hell

Jessie's P.O.V

It had been a while and Crowley hadn't come back. I took that as an invitation to leave. I started rocking in the wooden chair until I could stand up, then I took a running leap at the wall a few times until the chair broke. I didn't think Crowley had planned on leaving, otherwise, I would be in a very unbreakable metal chair, not an old wooden one. 

I grabbed a knife off the table and walked over to the large metal door we'd come in through. I couldn't hear anyone on the other side, but I didn't think demons would need to breathe so there could very well be an army behind that door and I wouldn't know any better. Then again, they would have heard the chair. Well, there's no going back now.

I inched the door open and peeked through the crack. I couldn't see anyone and the only thing I could hear was the music playing upstairs. The record player had been by the entrance, so if I followed the music I should be able to get out. But then what? I didn't know where I was, the demons had taken my phone, so calling Zahir or the brothers was out. Looks like I'll be following the yellow brick road. 

I stepped out of the torture room, which is clearly what it was used for, and crept up the stairs, trying not to make any noise. I tried to remember how many turns we had made and in which directions but there had been so many, that eventually I was lost.

I looked out a window to find it barred. Not getting out that way either. I wished I could've left bread crumbs, and mentally kicked myself for not thinking of it sooner. After a bit more quiet wandering, I realised that there was a trail. A scent trail. You're a tiger use your nose. I shifted and backtracked to the basement door, where I found Crowley's scent, not wanting to follow my own in fear of getting turned around. 

I followed the trail back to the entrance where the same song was playing. I didn't think record players had a repeat setting but Crowley was the King of Hell so if he wanted something like that my guess is he could get it.

I shifted as I neared the door, and just in time to stop me, the two demons from before rounded the corner and grabbed my arms. I kicked one in the knee and he let go, but the other held both my arms behind my back. He was smart, if I shifted now, I would break both my shoulders and that would be that. So I didn't shift, I whipped my head back, smashing it into his nose and hearing a satisfying crunch. I elbowed him in the gut, and jumped away, knowing I couldn't beat them hand-to-hand.

The demon that had taken the kick to the knee (let's call him Ugly) stood up and limped toward me while the other demon pulled out my knife. Yes, my knife. Let's call him Butt Ugly. Because his face is messed up. Also 'cause he's a butt. 

I kicked Ugly in the gut, making him fly backwards, and I tried to get my knife from Butt Ugly, but he nicked my ear with the blade and I jumped away again. I was quickly getting frustrating and I wanted to go home. I shifted and jumped at him, using his surprise to topple him and tear at his throat. He tried to smoke out, and without even thinking about it, I bit down on the smoke. It tasted awful but somehow, I held the smoke in my jaws. I bit down on it as hard as I could, and it sank into the floor, leaving a circle burned in the white, tiled floor.

Recovering from my new discovery, I turned and glared at Ugly daring him to make a move. He seemed to be fighting the urge to run and that made me happy, in an odd "yay I get to kill you" kind of way. He too tried to smoke out, but now I knew I could stop him. As he flew above me, I bunched my muscles and leapt in the air. 

When I hit the floor, so did the smoke. It sank back into Hell, and soon I was human again, walking out the door feeling very proud of myself. The door swung shut behind me, hiding the scorch marks from the rest of the world.