012. Enemies
Cenaris, Carissa’s Rooms, five years ago
R
617 words
Stargate SG-1
Prompt (012) Enemies
Daniel, OFC
Sixth in the Cenaris Series. Daniel and Carissa have a little chat.
It was a pale, drawn Daniel, still reeling from the scene in the corridor, that walked through the Daisho’s open door. The sight that met him on the antechamber floor made him halt, horrified. The body was mangled past all recognition of sex. Arms and legs were twisted in gruesome angles, one ankle attached to a leg by a thread of skin only. Deep lacerations lined the limbs, and the little skin left was marred by white scars. The torso was likewise destroyed. Around the body was a pool of stagnant, drying blood. The only part not cut was the face, but through a grey haze in his vision Daniel couldn’t tell if it was an effeminate male or simply female. He stumbled to the corner, where he dry-heaved for long minutes.
When he managed to control his stomach, he stalked around the blood without looking at the body. Rage flared through him, strengthening his disgust and dampening his fear. The creature who had “saved” him was a monster to do these things to living, breathing humans. All gratitude he had felt towards her evaporated.
He slammed the door open to enter a round chamber, but that was all he noticed, and only in the periphery. All that mattered was lounging in a cusioned chair, picking light maroon grapes from a bowl and eating them daintily.
“Why did you do that?” he hissed, blue eyes sparkling angrily. The blonde barely glanced at him.
“My name is Carissa, and I am the Daisho of this place. The leader,” she said, in a bored, unconcerned tone. She turned her depthless brown eyes to Daniel. “Sit down. Eat. You must be hungry.”
“The guard in the hallway didn’t do anything!” Daniel cried, “and the body in that room-no sentient being deserves that.”
“They are not your concern,” Carissa dismissed, waving her hand as if batting away a fly. In a stronger voice she repeated, “Sit. Eat.”
“No,” Daniel growled, staring challengingly into her eyes. They hardened, and that was the only warning he had. She leapt to her feet, the bowl of grapes spilling, and smashed him into the wall. Daniel’s head spun as it met stone, and his knees would have buckled save for the woman holding him up. He observed, distantly, that she was amazingly strong for one her size and build.
“I am Daisho,” she whispered, brown eyes boring into his dazed blue ones. “You will obey me, or you will die.”
“I’d rather die,” Daniel spat.
“That can be arranged,” returned Carissa calmly. Her slight body had been pressed against him, but now she shifted away. Daniel only thought to struggle when her hands wrapped around his neck, slowly closing. His hands scrambled on her arms, trying to pull her off him, but it was no use: her grip was like an iron vise, crushing his windpipe. He began to see stars, and then black like spilled ink spotted his vision. He flailed, writhed, twisted to no avail. Darkness engulfed his sight-and then he was gasping, drawing oxygen into lungs desperately, coughing, not caring that each gulp of air sent pain screaming through him, only that he could breathe.
When his vision cleared enough for him to see Carissa, she was standing a step away, watching him with unreadable eyes. A red mark was already fading from her cheek. “It seems not all of you wishes to die.”
Daniel could make no reply, so he didn’t try.
Carissa still observed him as he stood slowly, one hand on the wall to steady himself. Then, a thin, malicious smirk spread over her lips. “Oh, yes, I shall enjoy breaking you.”
Next: cenaris, carissa’s rooms, four and a half years ago
R
617 words
Stargate SG-1
Prompt (012) Enemies
Daniel, OFC
Sixth in the Cenaris Series. Daniel and Carissa have a little chat.
It was a pale, drawn Daniel, still reeling from the scene in the corridor, that walked through the Daisho’s open door. The sight that met him on the antechamber floor made him halt, horrified. The body was mangled past all recognition of sex. Arms and legs were twisted in gruesome angles, one ankle attached to a leg by a thread of skin only. Deep lacerations lined the limbs, and the little skin left was marred by white scars. The torso was likewise destroyed. Around the body was a pool of stagnant, drying blood. The only part not cut was the face, but through a grey haze in his vision Daniel couldn’t tell if it was an effeminate male or simply female. He stumbled to the corner, where he dry-heaved for long minutes.
When he managed to control his stomach, he stalked around the blood without looking at the body. Rage flared through him, strengthening his disgust and dampening his fear. The creature who had “saved” him was a monster to do these things to living, breathing humans. All gratitude he had felt towards her evaporated.
He slammed the door open to enter a round chamber, but that was all he noticed, and only in the periphery. All that mattered was lounging in a cusioned chair, picking light maroon grapes from a bowl and eating them daintily.
“Why did you do that?” he hissed, blue eyes sparkling angrily. The blonde barely glanced at him.
“My name is Carissa, and I am the Daisho of this place. The leader,” she said, in a bored, unconcerned tone. She turned her depthless brown eyes to Daniel. “Sit down. Eat. You must be hungry.”
“The guard in the hallway didn’t do anything!” Daniel cried, “and the body in that room-no sentient being deserves that.”
“They are not your concern,” Carissa dismissed, waving her hand as if batting away a fly. In a stronger voice she repeated, “Sit. Eat.”
“No,” Daniel growled, staring challengingly into her eyes. They hardened, and that was the only warning he had. She leapt to her feet, the bowl of grapes spilling, and smashed him into the wall. Daniel’s head spun as it met stone, and his knees would have buckled save for the woman holding him up. He observed, distantly, that she was amazingly strong for one her size and build.
“I am Daisho,” she whispered, brown eyes boring into his dazed blue ones. “You will obey me, or you will die.”
“I’d rather die,” Daniel spat.
“That can be arranged,” returned Carissa calmly. Her slight body had been pressed against him, but now she shifted away. Daniel only thought to struggle when her hands wrapped around his neck, slowly closing. His hands scrambled on her arms, trying to pull her off him, but it was no use: her grip was like an iron vise, crushing his windpipe. He began to see stars, and then black like spilled ink spotted his vision. He flailed, writhed, twisted to no avail. Darkness engulfed his sight-and then he was gasping, drawing oxygen into lungs desperately, coughing, not caring that each gulp of air sent pain screaming through him, only that he could breathe.
When his vision cleared enough for him to see Carissa, she was standing a step away, watching him with unreadable eyes. A red mark was already fading from her cheek. “It seems not all of you wishes to die.”
Daniel could make no reply, so he didn’t try.
Carissa still observed him as he stood slowly, one hand on the wall to steady himself. Then, a thin, malicious smirk spread over her lips. “Oh, yes, I shall enjoy breaking you.”
Next: cenaris, carissa’s rooms, four and a half years ago