A Flashpoint fiction: The Killing Floor

Genre: Friendship Spike and Sam/murder scenes/romance (Sam + Jules and Spike + Winnie)/risk

Plot: For years, a city just outside Afghanistan has been plotting terrorist organizations that will climb to the top, has been smuggling new drugs and weaponry and testing them for entertainment's sake in the town called "the Killing Floor". The town's people there are tortured and slaughtered with no chance of escape. In an attempt to escort one of America's most wanted prisoners to a mental, Sam and Spike are suddenly sucked into the gore filled dimension with nothing but their police training and a spark of hope to get back home will keep them alive, but for how long?

Chapter one the escorts

Sam's pro

Sunlight crept its way through the blinds as the alarm blared, way too loud, in my ears. I groaned. "Five more minutes." I wrapped my arms around the body lying next to mine and kissed the head of brown hair before nuzzling my head into the back of her neck.

"Sam you know you have to get up." Jules shifted until she was facing me, looking up into my bluer than blue eyes.

"I know; it's just unfair that you get the day off and I don't. I was hoping we could spend the whole day together, lie in bed, eat ice cream and maybe even run into a man holding people hostage because he has psychological tendencies and thinks your cellphone's a gun." I murmured smirking about how lame Jules' last date with her ex-boyfriend Steve was, he was a good guy and all but they weren't meant to be, unlike our relationship.

"You know, making references to my last date isn't sexy at all, now get your ass up cause you're definitely late!" Jules insisted and I rolled my eyes at how uptight she was about our jobs at the SRU, but it cute that she worried about me.

I gave a short sigh before climbing out of bed and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. It was 4:30 in the morning, I wasn't complaining or anything but that was pretty freaking early, even for me.

"So are you looking forward to your escort adventure with Greg?" Jules murmured sarcastically.

"Yeah, we get to protect a man who's murdered over thirty people in the last five years, fun times." I said with a smile in fake excitement.

"This guys' pretty dangerous, you'll be safe right?" Jules asked and I couldn't help but smile at the concern in her voice.

I leaned down and captured her lips into a lazy kiss. "I'll be fine, I promise."

"Don't make promises you can't keep." She warned and nestled back into bed.

I pulled on a shirt. "All right, I promise I'll be careful."

She smiled, her eyes skimming over me. "Better."

"I'll see you soon." I murmured slipping on my shoes and heading towards the door of our bedroom.

"Love you." Jules murmured.

Those two words are what kept me grounded, saved me when times were tough and always put a smile on my face because I knew they were meant to be. "Love you too." I opened the door. "When I get back we can get back to priming drywall, if you know what I mean."

Jules rolled her eyes again and smiled. "Say hi to Greg for me and stay safe "

I paused before I headed out. "Oh that reminds I'm not taking the job with Greg."

Jules frowned. "You're not?"

I shook my head nope. "No, I'm going with Spike."

Jules laughed. "Good God! You're definitely dead!"

"Be sure to arrive to my funeral on time. Bye!" I waved my hand and grabbed a cup of coffee before exciting the house. It was a moderately sunny day, clouds were rolling in and the air outside was chilly despite the bright rays of sunshine. I shook my head and smiled. "Spike at my side, what could possibly go wrong?"

Spike's pro

"I'm having the best day ever!" I announced bouncing up to Winnie's desk where the rest of the team was situated.

Winnie gave me her classic good-natured sweet smile in my direction that always gave me butterflies and other happy feelings as she spoke. "Why's that Spike."

"Because~ not only am I hanging with my best buddy Sam today, I got new treads on my Babycakes!" I was practically fire working enthusiasm.

Winnie laughed and her smile instantly grew, so did mine. "Always the best for your girlfriend huh Spike?" Eddie smirked ruffling my spikey black hair as he passed. "That reminds me, do your parents approve?"

I ducked out of his grasp and Raf gave him a high five as he passed. "Very funny." I turned and spotted a familiar blonde entering the station. "Hey Samtastic! Are you ready to roll?"

Sam shook his head and grinned. "Your ever lasting optimism is terrifying sometimes, you know that?"

"Hey, we get to rid the world of one of its top criminals, what's not to be excited about?" I murmured.

Greg Packer strode towards us, holding up our escorts' files. "Now be careful, I've seen what this guy is capable of; definitely not you're average Jo. I want you to be on maximum caution; you'll be arriving at the airport in thirty minutes. He'll be in our territory now, they'll be four police officers in a diamond formation around the airplane but Sam, I need you to be on joy, if he so much as makes one move you need to have the solution he is a very dangerous man." I was slightly taken aback by Greg's concern, but apparently this was no regular man.

"It's okay boss, we've got it under control." Sam reassured.

He nodded and smiled. "I know I totally trust that you two do. That's why I put you on the job, we'll be updated every step of the way. It's a shame we can't come but we've got tones of files to go through, de-briefing and a lot of training to be done for the rest of the team! In your two day absence… you'll be missed boys." Greg smiled and patted me on the shoulder.

I nodded and clapped my hands together in anticipation. "All right, when do we get to meet Dodge Valentine?"

The border was crowded with angry civilians, protesting against Dodge's access to their hometown airport. Pushy I know. I personally couldn't agree more; this guy was a homicidal psychopath that had taken death to a whole new perspective. It was safe to say that I was nervous, terrified actually, but Sam held his regular military position, chin up, straight back, stern gaze and not a glint of fear. People roared and screamed as Dodge was transported from their airplane to ours, we were taking him up to one of their mental hospital/prison facilities up north, it was said to be one of the best in the world, very helpful to most clients, secretive and almost impossible to escape from. We'd be taking him about three quarters of the way there before handing him off to a different team that would drive the rest of the way. No one could be trusted these days. Sam and I were wished luck from our team and a safe flight before we crawled into the private plane where Dodge was situated in the dead center, a bag over his head, strapped in with a two sets of leg cuffs, a band around his stomach and one around his neck, they were all chained to the thick wall of the vehicle and I personally thought they were taking things to extremes. The pilot slipped into his seat, he was barely visible from the tiny window over looking our seats, all the windows in the plane were closed off, we were completely cut off from the outside world. I began to fidget in my seat, as both fear and excitement for the job took over as we pulled away, turbulence kicking in and I wobbled in my seat, gripping the handles. It's been along time since I've flown in a plane. Once the announcements had finished and the seat belt sign had been turned off I relaxed and unbuckled.

I poked Sam in the side as he sat glaring at the masked criminal. "Do you think he can breath?"

Sam shrugged and called to one of the other officers. "Can we take off the bag?"

The officer didn't answer for a moment before shouting back in a Middle Eastern accent. "Sure but that's all!"

A cheeky grin broke out on my face; I had to admit it'd be exciting to see his face. I carefully reached over, not wanting to cause any sudden movements, just in case he decided to bite me, and I lifted the bag off his head. Sam immediately angled his gun at Dodge's face and I jerked away. I was absolutely shocked when I saw him, sure I'd seen him on the news before but in person it was a much different point of view. "He-he's a kid!" Dodge looked to be no older than nineteen, with black spikey hair with a touch of white at the front, golden brown eyes, a few piercings, an upside down cross necklace and a thick scar over his left eye that didn't seem to cause any damage to his sight. For a long time the teen remained quiet, his head slightly lolled, with narrowed eyes, and for a long time I thought he was scared.

We'd been flying for at least ten hours and I was beginning to think we'd either passed our destination or I was just being impatient. With that, I decided that strike up another conversation to brighten the mood. I glanced over at Sam to try to take my mind off of the teenager in front of us. "So Sam, I was thinking, there's this great club in town and I totally think we should check it out after we drop off Valentino."

Sam exhaled and removed his headphones of the movie he was watching, it was obvious he was still in bad cop mode but he reluctantly nodded and smiled slightly, he was definitely sensing Dodge's over powering presence in the room. "Fine, but if you try to hit on me again I'm going to have to punch you."

I coughed up a laugh in surprise. "That was one time and I was really drunk! Besides, I was hitting on Greg, not you."

"No it was on Greg than Jules and then when I tired to ask you to stop hitting on my girlfriend you were all over me." Sam corrected.

"Shut up!" I gapped for a moment; obviously the memory was still a blur despite all the teasing I'd gotten afterwards. Suddenly our prisoner's presence was too vivid, and he seemed to be taking up the whole room. I gave a quick glanced in his direction his mouth was moving, obviously forming words, but nothing but a low breath of sound was coming out. Was he delusional? Scared? Thoughts ran through my mind as I tried to read his numb expression. It was obvious the kid had been built up to this, he looked like he'd seen Hell multiple times and that his war wasn't over.

Sam noticed his mouth moving too and didn't even think twice to ask in a demanding tone. "What's that? What are you saying?"

Dodge's gaze lifted and he sat up, his posture went from slouching over to surprisingly military, though his numb expression remained unchanged. "They're the names of people who are after me."
Feeling a tiny spark of confidence I back handed Sam's shoulder and declared with my inside voice. "Well you'd better add our names to that list!"

Sam was more interested in the meaning behind those names. "What for?"

"The police men in escorting you, they're not police men."

"No."

"No. They're here to break me out." Dodge murmured narrowing his gaze.

Sam mirrored the action. "How come?"

"Do you know many bullets I've taken and still walked away from?" Dodge challenged. "Now, I'm not saying I'm grateful for it but that's a pretty valuable gift and I'm pretty sure they're willing to pay me to do their dirty work. Not that I'll take it, I don't work for anyone, and I'd rather have nothing to do with it. I kill on my own time and I hope those bastards die."

"Why would you turn them down?"

"The human race disgusts me." Dodge growled eyes locked mine and I felt my heart jump in my throat, they were so full of hate but at the same time so dulled.

I pulled away before glancing at him curiously; avoiding eye contact. It was my turn to ask the questions. "Why are so convinced it's them?"

"It's not conviction, it's fact. Everyone wants their hold on power, they're just getting it their way."

I personally wasn't buying anything this creep was saying. "So we're not going up north, then. What are they going to do with us?"

Dodge smirked at that, the plane suddenly dove downward and I was flung forward. "You're going to die."