Fic: Chopped (1/1), blue cortina, dakfinv
Title: Chopped (1/1)
Author: dak
Word Count: 999 words (upside down, that's "666," which might be fitting for this fic)
Rating: blue cortina
Warnings: some bloody stuff
Summary: He watched helplessly as his friend was torn from his arms, and dragged across the field...
A/N: This is for
fiandyfic's Boneficcer's Challenge. My prompt was Hanged, Drawn, and Quartered. This borders on crack. Actually, it might be total crack. Judge for yourself... (Additional A/N at end.)
He watched helplessly as his friend was torn from his arms, and dragged across the field.
“Leave him alone! He doesn’t deserve this, you bastards!” he screamed. Fury propelled him forward, but strong, silent hands wrenched him back. Helpless, he was forced to watch as they strung him up by his neck, and hanged him from the tree.
“Stop it! Leave him!” he shouted again, his words having no effect on the executioner.
“It’ll be alright lad. This won’t kill ‘im. Just subdue ‘im, like,” his captor whispered in his ear. Sure enough, he was right. After only a few moments, the poor sod was cut down. Free of his binds, Sam hoped he would make his escape. Unfortunately, the hanging had drained him of too much life, and he lay there meekly on the damp grass.
“That’s enough. Please! I’ll do anything,” he begged. Sam Tyler was loathe to beg, but with his own arms pinned back by a stronger man, there was not much he could do.
“This’s the best thing for ‘im, son,” the bastard tried to convince Sam. Unable to move, Sam continued to watch as his best mate was tied down to a wooden plank. From out of nowhere, a large knife appeared in the executioner’s hands. Sam didn’t want to watch. He wouldn’t watch, but he couldn’t tear his eyes from the scene. Slowly, the knife was stabbed into the tormented soul’s stomach and sliced upward. He released a howl of pain that caused even Sam’s captor to flinch.
“You know this is wrong,” Sam tried to reason with him, sensing his discomfort. “You can stop this. You can help me stop this!”
“No,’ the man shook his head. “There’s nowt I can do, Sammy. Nowt anyone can do for him now,” he spoke kindly, but kept his grasp firm. The tears welled in Sam’s eyes as he watched his poor friend still struggling, his bowels slowly yanked from his spliced stomach, small cries still escaping his mouth.
“He’s still alive, you bastard. He is still alive and he’s suffering! Can’t you at least put him out of his misery?” Sam cried, knowing the end was near. The man thought it over, then nodded. He released Sam, letting him crumple to the ground, then walked to the killing grounds. Gene raised a gun and put a bullet in the dying victim’s head. The suffering was over. The executioner looked at Gene and nodded, before starting the process of cutting the body into pieces. The Guv sighed and returned to Sam’s side, patting the broken man on the shoulder.
“I’m sorry, Sam. It had to be done,” he tried to reassure him.
“No,” Sam whimpered.
“Too many people love lamb chops,” Gene sighed.
“No!” he repeated, screaming loudly. “NOOO!” he cried out and shot up in bed.
He was dripping in sweat, his cheap pajamas clinging to his drenched, pale skin. He barely had time to collect himself when there was a knock on the door.
“Tyler! Wake up. Got a shout--”
Sam leapt out of bed, threw back the door, and punched Gene square in the face.
“What was--”
“You BASTARD!” Sam shouted, and shoved him backwards. “You let him die! You could have stopped it!”
Gene rubbed his aching jaw and stared at his manic deputy. “What the bloody hell are you on about, Sam?”
“Give me your keys,” Sam snarled.
“Where are we headed?” Gene asked, trying to appease the crazed man.
“I said--”
“I heard what you said. We’ll go, alright? But I’ll drive,” Gene countered. Sam fumed momentarily, then acquiesced, storming out of the flat and towards the Cortina.
“You do realize you’re still in your pj’s, don’t yeh, Tyler?” Gene sighed as he followed.
*
They sat in near silence on the drive to Derbyshire. “Some nightmare, eh?” Gene ventured once, but Sam remained silent. Finally, they pulled into the driveway. Sam leapt out of the car before it could even fully stop, then ran to the gate.
“Shaun?” he called out. “Shaun!”
Over all the sounds of the farm, one sheep’s baa stood out amongst the raucous. Sam jumped the fence and ran to the woolly form standing contentedly in the middle of the small field. He threw his arms around the sheep’s rough neck and hugged him tightly.
“Shaun, thank God you’re alright,” he smiled into rough coat of fur.
“Baaa?” Shaun replied.
“This was about the ruddy sheep?” Gene rolled his eyes as he strolled up behind the pair.
“It’s not just a sheep. It’s Shaun,” Sam pouted, sitting back and petting him on the head.
“Erm. Right. You haven’t been dipping into the happy pills, have you Tyler?” Gene scratched his head, feeling embarrassed for both of them as the farmer and his wife watched them from the opposite side of field.
“Maybe I need to, the nightmares I have,” he mumbled, still petting Shaun.
“So, the lamb chop’s still breathing, you’re off your nut, and Bill’s missus is giving me the stink eye. That enough for this morning or do you two need a few more minutes alone?” Gene asked, stuffing his hands in his pockets.
“No, no, I’m okay,” Sam nodded and stood. “Uhm...so...” he stuttered, finally realizing how awkward the situation actually was. “You, erm, said something about a shout?”
“That I did, Sammy-boy. But first, think we need to get you a change of clothes,” Gene looked him up and down. Sam silently agreed as he took in the sight of his mud-soaked pajamas and bare feet.
“Yeah. Yeah, that’d probably be a good idea, Guv.”
*
They drove quickly back to Tyler’s flat, and Gene stayed in the car while Sam ran upstairs to change. As he shrugged off his bottoms and grabbed his trousers from the chair, he glared at the telly.
“That dream was your fault, wasn’t it?” Sam growled.
The girl’s image smiled innocently back at him, her chalk raised, ready to make her next move.
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A/N: So, this will probably make a lot more sense if you've read Sam and the Sheep. I thought about it, I thought about it really hard, but in the end I couldn't bring myself to actually kill Shaun. So, I copped out with the dream sequence. See? I'm not as evil as everyone thinks.