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MATTEUS CARRINGTON
Posted: May 23 2012, 08:11 PM


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It was like wading out of a lake with all your clothes on, feeling the pull of the water against your body as your legs attempted to push you towards the shore. That's what it fet like trying to break through the wall of unconciousness around him, it was a tangible thing that he could feel with his hands. The lull of darkness and the unknown, that was the tugging at his legs and feet, wanting him to slip in the muddy sand of the river bottom. There was a heaviness everywhere else, it made each limb seperately heavy, almost like a single ton had been sealed into him. It was unimaginable that he could move anything, but there he was his legs crashing through the dark waters and his arms attempting to move. Trying to find his way through consciousness was hard enough, but add what he was experiencing it and it was almost impossible to tell if he'd be able to wake up on his own. Even his lungs felt like they were working extra hard, as if he'd inhaled gel his lungs working and compressing harder to push air through his system. It wasn't like any sleep or rest that Matteus had ever taken before, it was more opressive than anything. He felt like his own body was fighting against sleeping and fighting against waking up, all it wanted to do was stay still be he awake or be he asleep. It was then while it felt like he was drifting through a lake of molassas that he finally felt himself waking up fully. He could feel his clothes against his skin, the soft fabric brushing against him sending eletrical signals to his brain. It meant he was a live, and he wasn't dreaming. He couldn't move yet, his body was still stuck in molasses, still trapped in ice. It was the only way his semi concious mind could describe what he was feeling, not being able to move anything other than an arm.

That was when the pain started, it spread through his entire body pulsating and waking him up faster than anyone or anything else could. A gasp of air left his mouth and his body twisted a little bit as if twisting would help ease the pain, if anything it made it worse. It was his head and shoulders that hurt, like someone had taken a hammer and decided to bludgeon him around a few times. He was laying on something soft, a bed or something, he still didn't want to open his eyes because he didn't know what he would see. Instead he just listened, he could hear the movement of his clothing, the creak of his bones as he attempted to move only a little at a time. There was the sound of something dripping, like water on metal, like in a sink or something but it was off to the side and almost faint enough for him not to hear it. He could here his breathing, rattling in and out of his lungs as kept breathing, it sounded like he hadn't breathed in forever, but he knew he had as other wise he'd be dead. There was another sound, a creaking that wasn't being cause by him, like a weight being pushed down on something or someone was moving. He didn't bother trying to speak, it would have been pointless, his muth was so dry he probably would spit dust. But that didn't stop him from trying to wet his tongue, it felt like sandpaper as he moved it around his mouth. There was a strangled cough from him as he moved again and it felt like it tore his throat apart to just get it out. More than that the pain it sent through his chest was enough to finally make him wake up all the way.

His mind went back to the last thing he remembered, it was fuzzy at first and all he could remember was trying to wake up. It had been dark, and he was worried, almost scared that he wasn't prepared for what he might be hunting. His heart race increased as he realized he'd been hunting, he'd been hunting something, what that something was he wasn't sure yet but this was more than he had moments earlier. His brain was already tearing the haze apart in his mind, once it was awake his mind went from standstill to overdrive in twenty seconds or thirty give or take how much sleep he's had. Once the cobwebs were cleared from his head he started going through what he remembered besides being on a hunt. Things before the hunt were blurry, and even thinking about it hurt though he hadn't the slightest clue what it was. There were bits and pieces, hunting with Cyrus a haunt and his closest friends, he'd avoided everyone else possible. Then, Riddick had been trying to talk to him, and his heart started hurting again, it was all so much that he didn't think it would do him anymore good to keep thinking about it. But he had to, remembering proved that he was still able to think, and the pain proved he was alive. There were flickers, and flashes of someone else, another man, but he quickly retreated from those the hazel eyes too piercing into his soul. Finally he just stopped, he couldn't bear to remember anymore and just lay there not longer thinking just breathing to keep himself alive. Sighing slowly, the air leaving his body in a small stream, he realized he couldn't just lay there forever, he had to figure out where he was and why he wasn't hunting anymore. More than that he needed to figure out what had happened on his hunt that had left him in the state he was in now.

Slowly, almost sluggishly he moved his body upright into a sitting position and found that what ever he was laying against was pressed against a stone wall. Sighing in relief he leaned against it, heavily all his weight sagging against it. He felt so heavy, each move was so exaggeratingly slow but there wasn't a chance that he'd be able to move faster than what he was. Taking deep breaths he decided to try and open his eyes next, though he was unsure as to what he would see. Pushing his fear and worry to the side he slowly opened his eyes until they were open all the way. Everything was blurry, and he had to rub his eyes to get his vision to fouc, but when he did he wished he'd just left them blurry, because then he wouldn't have seen the room he was in. It was decent sized room, stone walls on each side and only one door, there weren't any windows either. A few lights were placed around and even candle that hadn't been lit yet were resting in a corner of the room. These things didn't generally worry Mattues, what worried him were all the red symbols and sigils on the walls and across the floor and all over the room. He recognized them all immediately as anti-angel wards, each one preventing an angel from doing som action in the vacinity of the room. More than that he saw the one for banishing an angel, and on another wall was the symbol the meant angels couldn't see or find the room he was in. It was looking more and more like the sub-basement that Meg had kept him in for the month of hellish torturing before he'd been saved. The only different was Matteus didn't see a single torture device, not a knife, or any type of blade at all.

What he did see was a table pressed against the far wall with two chairs pushed under them, Matty's laptop bag resting on it much to his amazement. Though upon further inspection he could see his cell phone laying there with the battery removed. His eyes scanned the rest of the room, a small sink was against the wall opposit the table, plain and made of metal, most likely aluminum and steel. Right next to it was a small toilet, which just confused Matteus even more, because the room was starting to remind him of a panic room or something. His eyes slipped to the floor and he noticed even more symbols painted there, and like the walls and the ceiling the floor was made out of cement, but was smoothed down by years of walking on it. The more he tried to think about where he was the more he realized that he had no idea what was going on. A row of counters against the wall opposit him caught his attention and he saw a large amount of bottles there. With the faint light in the room he was just able to make out that all of them were alcoholic, which just added even more confusion to the situation. There were cabinates above the bottles that had no covers on them and he could make out a few glasses, plates, and maybe a tin of silverware. Grunting a bit he unfolded his legs out from underneath him and looked down at his feet in surprise. Someone had taken the time to remove his hunting boots, looking around he could see them neatly pushed against the wall besdie the table and it's chairs. Even more oddly he was sure that he was seeing his quiver of iron tipped arrows and his bow on the top cabinet shelf. This was not making any sense to him, and the fact that his ears were picking up the sound of a key fitting into a lock at him looking at the door to the room. He wasn't sure what to expect, but what ever it was, he knew he couldn't underestimate it, with as many symbols and sigils around the room he wasn't a friend to the angels, which meant he might not be a friend to Matty.

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Posted: May 25 2012, 01:49 AM


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As far as snatch and grabs go, this one was by far the easiest - seriously, Ric's not sure if he's ever had an easier target or one as cute as this one. His superiors had gotten the word that some little civilian was gathering too much angel activity and wanted Ric to check things out so he did. He had originally thought it would be harder to bring the guy, or kid really, to his bosses, after all, when angels get involved, things are always sticky. But who knew the opportunity would present itself when kid Matteus or otherwise going by the cute nickname Matty, was all alone just walking down the street.

No angel protection around, no nothing, really little Matty should be more careful but that's all good for Ric, it certainly makes his job far more easy than it would have been. Sneaking up on the kid and a simple whack to the head solved the problem right then and there. Hauling the unconscious Matty over his shoulder, Ric took off to the safe house on the outskirts of town he had set up to hold the kid until the bosses made a decision on what they wanted to do with him.

Armed to the teeth with some of the best wards against angels and whatever other dumb hunters who may try to attempt rescue, the safe house would literally be an underground fortress against the good forces of supernatural and human. A steel-basement not on the schematics of an abandoned factory is a perfect hiding place, and there certainly wouldn't be anyone around for miles to hear any screaming if it should happen.

Not that he's planning on torturing the kid, but certainly it's not off the table - right now though, his job is just to contain the kid, and what better way than to trick him into compliance by pretending to be a fellow hunter on the run. From all that Ric has gathered watching Matty, the kid's naive and rather innocent for someone who's been spending too much time with hunters. In all reality, the kid's a newbie and doesn't really know anything, and that's just a perfect little hostage to play with. They can do it the easy way before bringing out the hard way.

Dropping the kid on the bed, Ric went on to set everything else up so it didn't look like some torture dungeon but an actual believable panic room. Smiling at his handiwork, Ric then left to check the primeter, just in case anyone might have followed him. Satisfied after a sweep of the grounds and checking to make sure the wards all hold up, Ric made his way back to the room and slot in the key to open the door to reveal the special guest all awake.

Playing a bit surprised and pleased, Ric entered the room and closed the door before giving the kid a gentle smile, "Well, finally awake I see, about time, I was getting worried, you took a pretty heavy blow to the head. How's it feeling? Better?


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At first the man entering the room wasn't what Matteus had expected to be at all, he wasn't a fire and brimstone black eyed demon. A demon wouldn't show the concern on his face like this man did as he walked into the room and shut the door behind him. He wouldn't be happy that Matteus was awake, or claim to have worried about him because he took a blow to the head. Nor would a demon inquire as to how he was feeling, if his head felt better than it had previously been. Blinking slowly Matteus took a few moments of silence to look the man over, dark brown hair was slightly rumpled as if he'd been in a scuffle or had been running around. His eyes weren't in fact black they were in fact a deep shade of brown that reminded him of mahogany or chocolate. It was easy to tell the man was in shape, very good shape in fact, making it hard for Matteus to study him without seeming to be drinking in the site of him. Matteus was fairly certain if he was standing by the man they'd be almost the same height, or maybe the man would be taller. Blinking again the pain that had been throbbing through his head, neck, and shoulders made itself known again as if wanting him to give the man an answer. "I....did? It feels, like I got hit by a bus..then dropped on my head. But, at least I'm alive and awake, which I guess I owe to you. Thank you, for what ever you did to save me. I didn't even see what hit me, but um, I do have a question, where exactly am I? Who exactly are you? And why is this place guarded against angels?" All were logical questions that Matty hoped this guy had answers for, otherwise the panic that was forming near the bottom of his gut was bound to seep out and throw him into a full out panic attack. He hadn't had one since he was a child, but they did happen, too much far too fast, and not enough known always made him far too nervous.

There wasn't much else he could do but study the man, his gate was slowly and steady he was obviously comfortable. He didn't seem perturbed by the fact he was in a room that was practically invisible to any an all angels save maybe an Arch Angel, and even then they'd have to look extremely hard. The man also had an air of confidence, almost what could be described as quiet confidence. He obviously knew how to handle himself, there fore it wasn't hard for Matteus to assume he was either a hunter, or maybe a civilian like himself that just didn't like prying eyes of angels. Not every hunter was always in favor of the angelic host watching them or randomly popping when ever they please. There was a pang in his gut as angels drifted through his mind, recent events were already sifting back into his mind making his heart ache like it was broken. A year, a year he'd thought he was dead only to find he wasn't and to have to do what he did. He couldn't have faced him, it's why he'd left, why he'd taken the hunt concerning the supernatural creature at the abandoned factory. More than anything it was running away from someone whom he should have been completely happy to see. In all honesty he didn't know how he could face him, after everything he'd done throughout the entire year. Not only had he thought he was dead, he'd let himself change because of his grief, he wasn't the same Matteus anymore. He'd let his grief and anguish shape and change who he was from some silvery white soul to a black and grey twisted thing that didn't even resemble who he was. There was no way he could have faced him again, not a chance with everything that had gone on. He'd not only changed in personality, but the air about him, his ways they'd changed as well, darker, more one sided than anything. that wasn't who he was, and as soon as he'd seen those Hazel eyes he'd known it and had fled from it. Tears brimmed in his eyes as he fought for his control that he'd held so long, that part of him that he'd not let out since a year ago.

Sighing and wiping his eyes he looked back at the man who'd apparently saved his life or at least from assuming he did and gave a weak grin. "I'm sorry, my head...it's pounding like I was some trolls rag doll. Um...how did you find me, the last..the last thing I remember was heading to the factory on the edge of the city. There were...reports of a strange creature...supernatural..and I was coming to check it out. My friends had to stay behind..my friends! They haven't called me have they? My phone...I have my entire hunting kit with me, and my bow is over there and my bad is on the table..and that's my phone on top." Speaking so fast and getting so excited with he turbulent emotions inside him had his head spinning and he leaned heavily on to the bed the metal springs creaking heavily under the pressure he was putting on them. "Whoa, world spinning, you, you wouldn't have any migraine medicine would you? Headache's keep the brain from working right, it makes it hard to focus, keep myself steady, in control." He needed to be in control, to have his wits around him in case this was all a trap, but the longer he sat there watching this man that was concerned for him, the more he came to realize that it couldn't have been a trap. Sure the markings were everywhere barring angels from the place but that couldn't have been uncommon. If he'd ever built a safe room it'd be protected against everything including angels, they wouldn't even know it was there. Angels, it always came back to the angels with him, Castiel, Metatron, Zadkiel, Remembrance, Raziel, Elijah, and Sariel. Always back to them, why, why was that, why did it lead back to them always, what was he to any of them? Shaking his head slowly he pushed himself back up right staring at the man again.

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Ric resisted the urge to want to send another whack to the kid's head just to shut him up. Seriously, it seems once he starts speaking, the kid's on a roll and won't stop, lucky for him to be babysitting a motor-mouth, how lovely. Maybe the kid can try to talk his head off, now that will certainly be an interesting tactic that no one's ever tried before. He might actually surrender and start crying then. But really, the kid's talking way too much for his liking and short of turning him into a vegetable, Ric's gonna have to learn to endure some of the chatter if he wants to keep the boy compliant and not causing any trouble.

And also, considering he is playing the part of a rescuer, probably best to not beat up the rescued too much. He has to keep to his role, and maybe once the kid trusts him, he can have some fun. This one's a pretty face anyways, be nice to have fresh meat to play around with after being bored for so long. Fuck the angels, their little toy can now be his toy, and he hasn't had a good romp in the sheets in months. And anyways, part of him still wants revenge for those hunters and blasted angels who got him knocked out of his meat-suit before he found his way back.

Poor kid, he has no idea the fun they're gonna have here for a long long time, and those pesky angels certainly won't find him. The thought makes Ric internally so very excited that he wants to start cheering and dancing. But externally, he remains calm and collected. His meatsuit's a soldier, he can play off the hunter type, and the kid will be naive enough to know it.

Putting on a gentle kind tone, Ric chuckled a bit, "Slow down a bit kid...relax...I'm not here to kill you...I was running a case nearby and saw you in some trouble...got you to one of my safe houses because whatever those things were, they were still coming after you...."

Walking over to one of the smaller cabinets, Ric pulled out some glasses and poured some tequila in it, maybe it'll loosen the kid up, "Figured this is the safest place for you right now...you probably shouldn't go out until whatever this stuff is blows over and stops...I don't have any migraine meds so I hope a drink helps..."

Grinning as he went over to where the kid is, Ric sat down and handed the kid a glass, "Drink up...I'm sure you'll feel better this way...and I don't know your friends, but if they're good people, they'll come find you..." Adding a fond pat on the back to make the gentle kind-hearted man routine more realistic.


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Hearing that the older looking man had been running a case nearby made Matteus sigh a bit in relief. He was human, he didn't have to worry about anything else for the time being because not only was he human he was a hunter from the sounds of him. He barely nodded his head in acknowledgment to the man as he told Matteus he wasn't going to kill him, that he'd seen him in trouble after he'd been running his case somewhere near him. He managed to get him to one of his safe houses because what ever had been after him had kept coming after him even when he'd been knocked out. Rubbing his face with one hand Matty couldn't believe how close to death he'd come after everything he'd been through in the last year and a half, and of all the situations to have him near death this one just sort of pissed him off. He'd been kidnapped by a demon woman from hell, and spent a month as her torture toy, only to turn right around after being rescued and helping to save the world from the apocalypse and nearly being killed during that. Then his entire year of hunting with Cyrus, there had been a few near misses for him but he'd always managed to make it out of them. Most of the times on his own because Cyrus was off killing the bad thing that they were after, or he was just waiting for the human to figure the situation out himself. "I really should thank you then, I could have sworn I had prepared myself for anything. I had all the plans worked out, I'd even gotten a blueprint of the factory so I could learn the escape routes taster in case I needed to. I don't even know what I was going to find here, my source said it was just something supernatural and that was all I got. I thought for some reason it might be demonic, since the apocalypse was just averted and everything."

He wouldn't say he'd been a part of the group who'd helped save the world and stopped everything from going to hell in a hand basket. That hardly seemed to matter now a days with all he'd done during his year, most hunters who knew of him still used him for information while the other half wanted shoot him on sight. He was a pain for that half as he'd spent a lot of his year messing up their hunts, sabotaging to be exact. False information, even attacking them to get them off the trail of what ever they were hunting. He'd had a productive year, he'd changed more than he'd even realized, not that he'd care to look closer than he actually had to. It had been his very year that had sent him out into the night off towards another hunt without any help or backup. He'd seen him, him, the very being who'd haunted his every dream during the entire year that he'd hunted with Cyrus. Those Hazel eyes, that seemed so old, wise, confused, and innocent all at the same time. That look he always gave Matteus when he looked into his blue eyes, like he knew him without even knowing him. He'd seen him, after a year of thinking he was dead, a non-existent flutter of dust in the wind thanks to the angelic host. But there he'd been, right in front of Matteus, he'd been the one to bring him back from heaven. He'd seen the look in his eyes as he'd sat there in front of him, he'd felt the press of his lips against his own and had remembered everything they'd shared together. Then he'd remembered what all he'd done during the year, all the things he'd done and he couldn't face the angel. As soon as the angel had gone to heaven to free one of his sisters Matteus had left fleeing to come work this mission that had landed him in a safe house filled with angelic wards, which had to be some twist of fate because this was going to stop Sariel from finding him any time soon, even if he was a seraph.

His blue eyes easily followed the hunter as he moved over towards the cabinets on the far side of the panic room. He listened as he said that he had figured this would be the safest place for Matteus for the time being. He shouldn't even go out outside until whatever was going on blew over and it was safe enough for him to leave. Sighing a little it wasn't expected that the man would have any type of medicine for migraines, but at the mention of a drink Matteus perked up. Like most hunters Matteus had started drinking a little more since he'd officially dubbed himself a hunter. Though honestly he didn't drink as much as most hunters did, he'd never even gotten himself drunk. Well not while he was a hunter, before that, during his high school years, that was when he'd done drinking to get drunk. Nodding his head a little he smiled gratefully, "By the looks of it this place has to be off the charts safe, cement walls and floors. If I had to hazard a guess over ten inches thick, maybe thicker I'm not good at that type of guess work. Not to mention all the warding around here, mostly for angels though, which, at the moment I do not mind so I think out of all the places I could have ended up this was the best. As for a drink, yeah, a drink would be perfect, maybe it'll make my head stop ringing, hopefully at least." Eyeing the amber liquid the man was pouring into the glasses he really hoped it was something strong enough to take the edge off of everything he'd gone through in the last few days. If it was he might just kiss the guy, or well thank him profusely at least not ever attractive guy was always interesting in having another guy kiss them in thanks.

Rubbing his face again he winced a little as his head gave a painful throb announcing that it was still not feeling well and it was not happy. Groaning a little he barely even noticed that the hunter had joined him until he was sitting on the bed next to Matteus and was offering him a glass filled with alcohol. Taking the glass he smiled at the man as he said to drink up and that it should make him feel better. Then he went on saying he didn't know Matteus' friends but if they were good people they would certainly come looking for him and he emphasized it with a pat on the back which alleviated Matty's fear of him being a trick or something. Holding the glass with one hand Matteus let his other hand squeeze the man's knee in thanks before looking at his glass and lifting it to his lips and knocking the entire thing back. Instantly he knew two things, one that he had just down an entire glass of tequila on an empty stomach. Second he realized that the other man was far too close and Matty had better explain to him something extremely fast before things got out of hand. "Not that, I'm not eternally grateful for you saving my life and you taking me in to help me. But, if you had any other type of drink I'd appreciate it very much, Tequila and me don't really get a long. When I get tequila drunk I tend to want to do unsavory things to anyone in sight, and not that I wouldn't..I mean..you're attractive...I just don't think that would be the best thing right now." Especially not since the last time he'd had sex was with an angel who'd taken his virginity and whom he though had died. It was the last thing he needed to worry about as he felt the burning liquid settle in his stomach and wait there for either more to join it or for him to make sure it didn't go through his lips again. Handing the glass back to the hunter Matteus smiled a little, "Thank you, maybe, I'll just have some water from the tap over there. I mean I'd rather not jump your bones after everything you've done for me it just wouldn't be right."

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