SGA: I Need A Hero

Hell Hath No Fury

John had to be quick, the instant they were out of the gate the jumper was cloaked, looking ahead as Castiel bounded across the ground, his wings quickly lifting him up and into the air. Rodney behind him as Lorne watched curiously as the dragon began to gain altitude. "Does he have them?" He asked as John kept the jumper just off the dragon's long tail. "Just give him a second, watch him." John could see the sudden urgency as the dragon began to fly forward, taking a North East heading within a few seconds. "Now he does." He kept the jumper close, watching as the dragon kept gaining speed. Castiel could feel the problem; he could feel her fear and pain as the men carried her down the hall. His anger began to build, the need to find her high. The hot air of the world moved him upwards, as he could just hardly hear the low hum of the jumper behind him. Below him, he could see the small village; he would have to assume it was the original one they had been at. But they were long gone, they had been taken many miles away from the small village. As he flew, Forrest called, more like screamed to him. He did not have much time, as he strained his wings harder, able to already feel the small wind blisters starting to form along the ridges of them. He did not care, and those wounds could be healed. What he feared for Forrest could not.

His urgency was warranted, as Forrest was half carried half drug to another room farther from the cell that she and the others had been kept in. The room was lit with firelight, as the two men slammed her down onto a wooden table, knocking the wind out of her as they bound her wrists down over her head. She gasped, struggling to regain her air as she looked around the room. The door remaining open, as she continued to call for Castiel. *I am flying as fast as I can little one, just hold on.* His voice finally breaking into her head, and it eased her. She let her body lay still on the table, as she watched Shikon walk into the room. The door again open behind him as everyone else left the room. Leaving her alone with him. "There it is, that hope in your eyes." He said as he walked around the table she was bound to. Her eyes quickly noticing the long-bladed knife he twisted around in his hand as he spoke. She took a deep breath, "Cas is coming, and you better pray to your new found queen that he makes your death quick." She spat the words at him, as he only laughed, "You can hope for this Cas all you want, whatever you have to tell yourself. But right now, I am going to see if I can't get that hope to leave once and for all." He stopped at her head, as he pulled the knife ever closer. She was able to see the rust along the blade, as he moved it just over her eye. The cold steel pressed to her brow, followed by the sharp pain as her skin broke under pressure. Her hands formed fists, as she clenched her teeth together in pain. She could feel the hot blood as it began to seep from the wound, flowing down the corner of her eye and filling her vision. He only smirked, "Strong willed, for now." He laughed, as he watched her close her right eye, to keep the blood from filling in. He moved to her side, looking down at her body as she breathed. The knife moved over once more, from where she could see from her one open eye. The blade sliced downward, catching her shirt just below her ribs and ripping it open as it cut into her stomach. Less than a quarter inch deep, but the sting and pain overwhelmed her. She could not hold back the scream that tore out of her as she felt the blood ooze and drip over her sides. Shikon only laughed more, as he looked at her, "Much better."

A ways down the hall, and around a few corners, Carson and Teyla still stood leaned against the door of the cell. They heard her, that scream of agony seemed to echo down the hallway and right to them. Carson closed his eyes; his head leaned against the bars of the cell as he tried not to imagine what could be happening to her at that moment in time. Teyla closing her eyes, hoping that the other women could remain strong, knowing that help was moments away. "What the hell could he be doing to her? Why?" He finally broke the silence between them as he pushed off the door, starting to pace back and forth along it. Tayla shook her head, "I do not know, maybe he found her exotic.. different than what he has been used to seeing." Teyla was starting to get an awful feeling about what Shikon could be planning to do to Forrest, as Carson stopped mid-stride, his eyes meeting hers, "You don't think.." There was nothing said as she looked at him, causing him to spin to the bars once again, wrapping his hands tightly around the bars as he looked out, knowing full well what Teyla meant.