Day 41: Beings of Thule

She Just Wanted to Be Heard
Day 41: Beings of Thule
Part of Story Arc 1: Counterclockwise
A "The Ring/Ringu" Fanfic
by Laurel (Sailorhathor)

Chapters: 41 of 100
Rating: Overall Rating Sup13+ (adult theme; horror elements that might be too scary for children under 13; bad language)
Dates: Begun September 2006. Some material is based on previously written stories from 2003-2005. This chapter was written in July 2010.
Word Count: 3,633
Summary: Sam and Meredith serve witness to one of the most traumatic moments in the lives of the Metternich twins. Meredith is pulled into one of their visions, one she cannot escape without Sam's help.
Warning: Contains spoilers for the entire Ringu and The Ring series. Spoilers for Supernatural episode 5.20 "The Devil You Know." Abuse and attempted murder of children, content concerning the Nazis and concentration camp-like killings, and drug use.
Beta Thanks: Thanks to Sammie for beta'ing this chapter!
Fanfic Challenges: Fits [info]50_darkfics Prompt #41 Fixation and [info]Coclaim100 Prompt #41 Divine.
Author's Notes: X-over with the TV series Supernatural. Set pre-series, during Sam's years at Stanford. Brady/OFC, Sam/OFC.


        While Sam and Meredith were watching the Metternichs and the cabinet, adult Suzette had her eyes firmly planted on Brady. Why was he pretending he couldn't see the illusion? She knew he could. And what was his interest in Sam anyway? The reincarnation of her love... maybe she had interests of her own.

        Brady stole a look at Suzette's ghost... and grinned wolfishly. She nodded back. I see you.

        The two girls beat pointlessly at their father's body. Their small fists made little impact, but it was all they could think to do.

        "No, Papa!" Sophie cried. Her blows were hesitant, because she was still terrified of her father and what he meant to do to them.

        Suzette kept stomping on his foot again; this time, Rudolph didn't seem to notice. The look in his eyes carried such intensity as to be obsession with his plans for them. Finally, he could end this once and for all. Either they were beings of Thule, which would please the Fuehrer, or they were not his children, and he would have his revenge on his wife for the betrayal.

        As he tossed Suzette into a chair, he began to chuckle. The sound became almost mad when he picked up the squirming Sophie and set her into the cabinet, through the open left door.

        "Papa, please, don't hurt me!" Sophie pleaded. When Rudolph started to shut the door, she added, "I love you!"

        He only went on cackling, closing the door.

        Suzette sprang up off the chair and ran up to the cabinet, trying to pull the door open. "No, Papa, no!" Rudolph shoved her down. Picking up an electric drill, he started to screw the door shut. Suzette tried again. Her father grabbed her by the shoulder and tossed her across the room. The little girl hit the floor, sliding several feet, then got back up, limping over as Rudolph put another screw into the door. Sophie, crying, beat against the glass with her open palms in fear.

        "Papa, what are you doing? Stop it!" At this point, Suzette began to cry too.

        Rudolph put down the drill and walked away. Seeing her chance, Suzette tried to pull open the right door, but it was drilled shut too. Something he must've done in preparation for this moment. The child yanked hard on the handles of each door until she collapsed in hysterical tears; her sister begged her to get her out of the cabinet.

        "I can't! I can't open the doors!" Suzette sobbed.

        Rudolph brought out a coil of rope.

        Meredith, now shaking against him, asked Sam, "What's he going to do to her?"

        Dread coming over him, Sam replied, "I'm not sure I even want to know."

        Little Suzette ran at the cabinet with the drill in her hand, letting out an angry cry. She swung the heavy object; the drill came within inches of the door, but Rudolph grabbed Suzette before it could shatter the glass and began to tie her arms behind her back. She screamed and thrashed against him, the drill falling to the floor.

        The chair had been placed several feet from the china hutch, turned toward it so Suzette would have a front row seat. Rudolph now tied the child to the chair with her arms bound behind her back. It was a big, heavy chair; she was unlikely to be able to drag it behind her if she attempted an escape. Suzette's eyes were large and frightened as she watched her father put on rubber gloves, and then a gas mask.

        Sam looked at the adult Suzette. "No... he didn't. He... holy..."

        Tears were just beginning to spill out of her eyes. "No matter how many times I watch this, it never... stops... hurting."

        "Sam? What's he going to do?" The gas mask, the gloves... Meredith put two and two together. "Oh my God, you sick bastard! Sam, we can't stop this, can we? Oh God, he... I can't watch this!" She hid her face in Sam's chest.

        Sam was shaking his head. "What we're seeing here has already happened. We can't stop it."

        "If you could, would you?" Suzette asked. "Would you stop it?"

        While little Suzette struggled and screamed, Rudolph retrieved a gold canister from his workbench.

        Sam nodded as he said, "It doesn't matter what you are. I could never just stand by and watch a man murder a child like that. You were innocent. You weren't responsible for what you were."

        Looking up at him, Suzette smiled. "Just like my Matthias."

        Their attention was stolen back to the cabinet. Rudolph opened the pipe on the side, then took the lid off the canister and fished out a few tiny whitish rocks as quickly as he could. The rocks instantly began to smoke in his fingers. He shoved them into the pipe, closed it, and then put the lid back on the canister. The little smoking pebbles rolled into the cabinet and tumbled next to Sophie's foot. Frightened, she crowded herself against the opposite wall.

        Suzette was crying and screaming at the top of her voice. This only continued as the cabinet filled with gas and her sister began to cough and gag, holding her throat.

        "Quit it! You're hurting her! Stop it!" Suzette yelled. "Hold your breath, Sophie! The rocks will dissolve and then you'll be okay!"

        "Can she hold her breath for twenty minutes?" Rudolph asked through the gas mask. His voice had been muffled, but Suzette understood him; Sam and Meredith understood him too.

        "You're a sick motherfucker!" Meredith growled at him. She had a baby back at home; she didn't know how anyone could do such a thing to any child. "I don't even care what they've put me through the last week; you're a sick motherfucker to do something like that to a little kid. Can you hear me, you perverted limpdick piece of shit? You're the one who made them angry!"

        "What's going on?" Tabby asked, not for the first time. She sounded very frustrated now.

        Sophie banged on the glass, gasping for air; the sound was becoming more frantic and scary by the second.

        "How can you just stand there and watch that?" Meredith asked Rudolph Metternich, who was indeed just standing near the cabinet and watching the 'experiment.' "If you were here right now, I'd kick the shit out of you for doing something so sick to a child. Do you hear me?!"

        Tabby got up off the couch and went over to her, taking Meredith by the shoulders. "Hey, you gotta calm down, Mere. You'll wake everyone on the floor."

        "How can I calm down? This sick motherfucker turned his china cabinet into a gas chamber. He's gassing his own kid right in front of me."

        Signaling to Brady, Tabby made motions like she was snuffing out a cigarette. Brady nodded, then put out the joint. If Meredith couldn't calm down, they'd wake up the Resident Assistant. "Well, you gotta try. How do you think Sully's gonna react to this if you wake her?"

        Watching her sister's struggles, Suzette thrashed in the chair, screaming like a wounded animal. "Noooooooo, stop! Stop it! Stop it!" she cried, over and over.

        Meredith couldn't take anymore of this. "I don't care how much noise I make," she said, and ran to the china cabinet.

        Sam watched her for a moment and was surprised to find that the cabinet made solid noises when Meredith banged on it; she yanked at the door handles and it made a sound too, like wood hitting wood. He didn't think they could really save Sophie; this was just another way in which the illusions seemed real. Tabby went over to Meredith to try to calm her down; all she saw was her roommate yanking at the open air, and Sam began to follow, but a sob from the couch distracted him.

        Adult Suzette was sobbing hard now, seeing her twin die again as she had many times before, but only once in real life. He felt sorry for her... almost drawn to her. Sam put out a hand and stroked her hair. "I'm sorry. This never should have happened to you or your sister." It surprised him a little, that he could feel her dark hair under his fingers.

        "It was very painful, watching Sophie suffer like that. Do you have any idea how excruciating it is to be poisoned with cyanide gas?" Suzette put her hand over his, stroked it, and brought it down to her mouth where she could kiss it. Sam shifted and looked around, embarrassed. The others were panicking, and here he was, comforting a ghost. "You are very kind," she said.

        "Thank you. It's just... you were just a little girl. Children are innocent."

        Suzette got to her knees on the couch, using his arm and then his chest for leverage. Sam did not stop her as she crawled up his body. Her arms slid around his neck. Why wasn't he stopping her? Why did he like it? "Yes... you are just like my Matthias."

        "What... who?"

        "Look deeper into the Bloodworth books. You will find his picture." With that, Suzette leaned into him and planted a long, passionate kiss on Sam's mouth. Inside, a voice yelled at him to stop her, but he didn't want to. For a moment, they were the only two people in the room, and he heard old-fashioned waltz music, and saw a ballroom with a huge crystal chandelier. Warm colors on the walls... the orchestra... her fingers playing through the hair on the back of his neck. Were his arms around her? The ghost?!

        When she broke the kiss, Sam breathed, "Don't do that. I don't even know you."

        She smiled like a satisfied cat. "But your body... your body, my love, it remembers me."

        He had almost been completely entrapped in her snares when Meredith let out a sharp, panicked scream.

        Sam's head snapped in her direction. His eyes widened in shock.

        Meredith had been substituted for Sophie. As the girls often did when they tortured one of their cursed ones, they showed the victims exactly what it felt like to be them, a persecuted, tormented daughter of a creature of legend, half-divine, with the frailties and feelings of a human being. Now, Meredith was inside the cabinet, banging on the glass.

        What Tabby saw was her friend on her knees on top of a side table, flailing her hands at nothing and choking for air. When she tried to grab Meredith, something invisible stopped her, like a force field. "What the fuck is going on?!" she yelled at Brady.

        Sam pushed Suzette away from him. "How could you do that?" he said to her. She looked up at him and smirked. "Let her out of there!"

        As he turned to go help Meredith, Suzette twirled her hair around her finger and just watched him, attempting to explain. "Everyone who is cursed must know how it feels to be us. That is the point of this, Sam."

        He looked around for something with which he could break the glass. From inside the cabinet, Meredith tried to scream for him to help her, to hurry, to get her out of there, but it all only came out as choked howls and deep gasps for air.

        "I know you don't understand, Sam," Suzette continued, "but this is our revenge on the world."

        He whirled on her. "If you don't let her out of that cabinet, you are no better than your father!"

        Feeling it was an effective comeback, Suzette replied, "You have forgotten... the Nazi was not really my father."

        Fine. Alright, fine - he was dealing with an illusion, he had to play by its rules. Sam went to pick up the drill.

        "Sam, what's the matter with her? What's going on?!" Tabby cried, grabbing his arm and shaking it.

        He shook her hand off and picked up the drill. Going to the cabinet, Sam brought the heavy tool back, then smashed it into the glass of the left door. The glass only spiderwebbed on his first hit. Bringing the drill back again, he struck the glass a second time, and it shattered, spraying down on the floor at his feet.

        This is only an illusion, Sam thought as Meredith spilled into his arms. He dragged her out, gathering her up and taking her over to the couch. She was breathing heavily, taking in long, shrill breaths. She wasn't really gassed, it's only an illusion.

        "Why couldn't I hear her?" Tabby was asking, wide-eyed. "When she was up on the table, the sounds she made were muffled, like she was... inside something."

        Brady put his arms around her from behind. She jumped, startled. "Sorry," he said, and added, "Whatever she was seeing, she thinks it really happened."

        "But why was her voice muffled?" Tabby asked again.

        "I don't know how to answer that right now," Sam replied. He lightly smacked Meredith's cheek. "Meredith? Come on, you're okay. It wasn't real."

        Her breathing wasn't improving; Meredith still took long, shrill breaths. It didn't sound good.

        To the right of him, Sam saw movement out of the corner of his eye. The ventilation system in the cabinet had been run, was still humming, and now Rudolph opened the door to remove Sophie's limp body. Only, she wasn't dead. Although blood had run from her ears and nose, the child still took a long, shrill breath, just like the breaths Meredith was taking, as Rudolph collected her in his arms.

        Rudolph looked down at her, stunned. "How can you still be alive?"

        The illusion was broken by a loud voice calling from the hall. "What the hell is going on in here?"

        The R.A., Regina Sullivan, nickname "Sully," came stomping into the room. Her bleach-blonde hair was usually done up in various punk rock hairstyles using enough hairspray to burn up the entire ozone layer, but being that it was the middle of the night, it hung over her shoulders instead in pillow-induced clumps. Her usual spike-covered and plaid getups were absent as well, her pajamas covered by a ratty green robe and gray socks on her feet where there usually were black platform boots. Even in her nightclothes, she was still intimidating.

        Tabby immediately spoke up. "Hey Sully. There's something wrong with Meredith."

        "She's having a panic attack," Sam said, trying to fill in information before they all gave Sully a different story.

        Sully looked down at Meredith and tried to assess her condition. "Do I smell pot in here?"

        "It's got nothing to do with drugs."

        "Should I call an ambulance?"

        Sam didn't know how they would ever explain what happened to Meredith to the doctors at the hospital. "I don't know. Meredith?" He smacked her cheek again, rapidly, several times. Shaking her, Sam said, "Come on, Meredith, it's all over." He held one of her eyes open to see if they were turned up in her head.

        She suddenly began to struggle violently against him, striking out blindly with her arms. Meredith took a deep breath so loud it made them all jump. Then she started to hyperventilate. "Sam! Sam!" she cried between breaths. "It - it - it hurts - to breathe!"

        "Meredith, it's over! It wasn't real!"

        "I'm calling an ambulance," Sully declared.

        "No, no, she'll be okay. I can take care of her." Remembering something that happened years before, Sam gathered Meredith into his arms and carried her toward the hallway. "Where's the bathroom? One with showers?"

        "Here," Sully replied, pointing him in that direction.

        When they were teenagers, Dean had been sprayed in the face with pollen by some sort of supernatural plant life. He started freaking out, unable to breathe, unaware of where he was. Dad had taken him into the bathroom and shocked him back to reality by putting him in a cold shower. Sam hoped it would work for Meredith too.

        The entire way down the hall, Meredith struggled and bucked in his arms. He tried to hold her still, but she socked him good in the nose a couple of times with her flailing hands. Sam just winced; he tried not to react to the pain. Everyone followed him into the bathroom.

        There was a row of showers on the far wall, some with a bathtub too. Sam put Meredith into one of the bathtubs, got a hold of her wrists, and said, "Someone turn on the shower."

        She was still fighting him, gasping for breath, when Sully rotated the knob to somewhere between cold and lukewarm water and turned it on. At the first burst of water on her face, Meredith bucked hard and twisted in Sam's grasp, but he kept a good hold on her wrists. She continued to struggle with him a while longer until the shower began to work, and she looked all around, squinting at the water in her eyes. Her breathing turned to panting; Sam would take it, as it was calmer and far closer to normal than what she'd been doing when he pulled her from the cabinet. He took her face in his hands.

        "Meredith, you're okay. It wasn't real." Sam didn't dare go into anymore detail than that, with Sully standing right there.

        Meredith seemed to finally see him and believe that she hadn't really been gassed; she put her head down on his forearm, just trying to breathe. Sam ran a hand through her damp hair.

        Tabby was standing behind Sam, but Brady had held back, lingering in the doorway. The adult ghost of Suzette sauntered down the hall. Brady glanced at her, folding his arms, and directed his attention back to the others in the bathroom.

        "I know you can see me," she said to him.

        He tried to ignore her.

        "No one is paying any attention to us. You can talk."

        Still, Brady did not respond.

        "What is your interest in Sam Winchester?"

        After he checked to make sure no one was looking at him, Brady spoke to her very quietly. "My boss wants me to keep an eye on him."

        "And who is your boss?"

        Brady chuckled to himself. "Someone you don't want to mess with."

        "Ah. I imagine it's some sort of demon, as that's what you are inside that human shell." Suzette had a giggle of her own. "We are not afraid of demons. Have you heard of Heptamera?"

        Brady looked at her out of the corner of his eye; he seemed a little more interested now. "Isn't he some sort of dragon?" He remembered the story. "Oh, like the story the Nazi was telling."

        "Something like that, except the Nazi left some things out. Heptamera did father the twins of which he was speaking, in real life. My sister Sophie and I. And Heptamera is not just a dragon, but a divine being, a daemon," Suzette explained. "Between a god and a lower being like you."

        Now Brady looked at her full in the face with surprise. He didn't know how Azazel was going to react to that one, but he tried not to show any fear over it. A daemon may or may not be able to trounce a being like Azazel - it could definitely trounce a lower demon like him. "Oh." Brady put on a smile, attempting to be charming. "We mean no disrespect to you and your father."

        "That's better." Suzette, her own arms crossed over her chest now, stepped closer to him. Looming in his personal space. "I will ask again. What is your interest in Sam Winchester?"

        "My boss thinks he could be special. That he may be able to go far."

        Suzette gave a small nod of comprehension. "Hm. Well, whatever you have planned for him, I want you to make sure that he doesn't get hurt." She got up in his face, challenging him. "And whatever it is that your boss is doing, it had better not encroach on my father's territory. Do you hear me?"

        Brady wouldn't let her know if she'd ruffled his feathers with her threats; that would only show weakness. The smile he gave her in return was cocky. "Loud and clear."

        With another brief nod, Suzette turned to go. Brady caught her by the arm, wanting to leave her with a parting comment that would let her know just what kind of being she was dealing with, so she would make no mistake in fucking with him again. "Do you see that girl in there? Tabby?"

        Suzette looked, and nodded.

        "I'm gonna take her back to my room and fuck the shit out of her. Rip that bitch up. Doesn't matter to me if she likes it or not." He looked her up and down. "You should try it sometime. Maybe you wouldn't be such a bitch if you got laid more often."

        An amused smile came over Suzette's face. "Doesn't anyone make love anymore?" she asked with a snicker, and took her arm back, slinking off down the hall.

        Brady looked down, spotting the little one next to him, the child who had been put in the cabinet. Sophie gazed up at him with her sunken eyes and took his hand, placing something in it. Then she followed her sister down the hall.

        Brady opened his hand. There was an old, rusty key in it. He threw it up into the air and caught it, wondering what the dead bitch was planning for Sam Winchester herself.


it won't stop

The Ringu series is (c) 1998 The Ring/The Spiral Production Group. It is based on the novels by Koji Suzuki. My fanfic is more based on ideas presented in the films, which were created by director Hideo Nakata and screenwriter Hiroshi Takahashi.
The motion picture The Ring is (c) 2002 DreamWorks Pictures. The title "She Just Wanted to Be Heard" comes from a line of dialogue spoken by Rachel Keller in this movie. The motion picture The Ring Two is (c) 2005 DreamWorks Pictures. This fanfic is heavily inspired by ideas presented in the American movies, which were directed by Gore Verbinski and Hideo Nakata and written by Ehren Kruger.
I do not know if the prequel, The Ring 3, will have any bearing on this story or not until I see it.
Supernatural is (c) 2005 Kripke Enterprises, Wonderland, & Warner Brothers/The CW Television.
Everything else is (c) Demented Stuff.


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