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Bait
Disclaimer: Stargate SG-1 and its characters are the property of Showtime/Viacom, MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, and Gekko Productions. I have written this story for entertainment purposes only and no money whatsoever has exchanged hands. No copyright infringement is intended. The original characters, situations, and story are the property of the author(s).
Title: Bait
Ficlet written for 'bait' drabble challenge
Author: Diana (September 2005)
Email: shrap45@yahoo.com
Status: Complete
Category: Drama, Whump
Pairings: None
Spoilers: None
Season: Four/Fiveish
Content Level: C/13+
Content Warnings: Violence, Torture. A bit icky in places.
Summary: Jack's big mouth has got him into trouble yet again!
Disclaimer: Stargate SG-1 and its characters are the property of Stargate (II) Productions, Showtime/Viacom, MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, and Gekko Productions. This story is for entertainment purposes only and no money exchanged hands. No copyright infringement is intended. The original characters, situations, and story are the property of the author. This story may not be posted elsewhere without the consent of the author.
File Size: 2.74KB
Archive: Jackfic
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Bait.
That's all that I am now.
Strung up like some worm on a fly hook.
This contraption digs into my wounds every time I move.
They've filleted me good and proper.
The heavy, beating rain of the storm washes the blood away.
The rushing torrent of water mixes with fragments of clothing, flesh, hair, sweat, blood and other bodily fluids, and forms a swirling, putrid crimson lake beneath me.
Flies come close.
Investigate the stench.
All this because I said didn't like the fish we had for Supper?
OK, I admit, the language may, might, heck *was* just a bit stronger than that. Mr Tactful is not my name, but how the hell was I supposed to know that fish and all things fishy *is* their God?
Give me a break for crying out loud! Well actually, don't, as you've given me enough broken bones to last me a lifetime - the short lifetime I have left at any rate.
The Head Honcho wasn't even impressed when I said I worshipped Billie the Bass, or that I'd done a basic course in Ichthyology - the scientific study of fish don't ya know, I'd said proudly. And why didn't he know that a 'Jack' was a type of saltwater fish? Surely he should be worshipping me too, not sacrificing me to the Gods for their Supper tonight?
Apparently those Gods are fish of the giant flying carnivorous variety!
I'm live bait at the moment, but soon, very soon I'll be turning into maggots. Actually by the feel of it, there could be one or two breeding already.
Better to be dead than alive when the fish come though.
I've done the 'be pecked to death thing by ANOther Animal' one too many times.
They'll smell me.
Hone in on me.
Taste me.
Bite chunks outta me.
Nope.
Don't wanna be part of that.
Geez, where the hell is Daniel when ya need him?
He could explain to these people and then get me the hell outta here!
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