AN: Coming in at 999 words, here is the next chapter in this journey.
I probably should've mentioned in the last chapter, I made myself a promise that I would never kill Lorne. And as I'm keeping to that, he isn't dead yet!
Also, this chapter is extremely spiritual. I am a Christian, and this chapter reflects that.
Disclaimer: It's not mine. Stargate belongs to MGM and Creed wrote the song 'My Own Prison'.
Genre: Spiritual
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He looked around curiously. He was sure he was supposed to be dead, but here he was, standing in he same forest where he'd been shot. He looked down at his clothes and noticed the whole in his side, dried blood covering his clothing.
He looked up and his scene changed. He was now in a courtroom, standing beside the defendant's chair.
He knew why he was here. This was where he was supposed to answer for his sins.
"Court is in session, a verdict is in
No appeal on the docket today
Just my own sin
The walls are cold and pale
The cage made of steel"
Screams could be heard coming from a room to the side, and he could only imagine what went on there. The screams pierced through him as he realized that it would be him screaming soon.
He dropped to the floor, the feeling that something worthy of his praise and devotion was watching him.
"Screams fill the room
Alone I drop and kneel"
The screams stopped, and all he could hear was his own harsh breath.
"Silence now the sound
My breath the only motion around"
He couldn't see anyone else in the room, yet he knew they were there. Demons surrounded him, but he remained stoic.
"Demons cluttering around
My face showing no emotion"
He couldn't hear or see anything, but he knew his trial was ending. This wasn't what he'd imagined the afterlife to be like, but he wasn't surprised either.
"Shackled by my sentence
Expecting no return"
He knew this was his fate, and there was no escaping. His skin began burning, as if the Demons were just lightly touching his skin and setting it afire.
"Here there is no penance
My skin begins to burn"
He raised his head, looking at the Judge's chair. It looked empty, but he knew there was someone there.
"(And I said oh) So I held my head up high"
He hid his hate of the Demons around him, for his hate would only fuel them.
"Hiding hate that burns inside
Which only fuels their selfish pride"
The only light in the room was that of harsh lights on the ceiling. No sunlight was visible.
"(And I said oh) We're all held captive
Out from the sun
A sun that shines on only some
We the meek are all in one"
A thunder rolled throughout the room, though he seemed to be the only one that heard it. He looked around and saw a cross. The cross seemed like a mirage, but he knew it was there. He didn't know how he knew, but he did.
"I hear a thunder in the distance
See a vision of a cross"
He felt a great pain, as he remembered the story his Grandmother had told him of Jesus' death. He'd thought her a crazy old coot, but now he realized that she knew more than he ever had.
A pain went through him as he thought about what was given on that day.
"I feel the pain that was given
On that sad day of loss"
Another mirage appeared, this one a silhouette of a lion roaring. The lion held a key, and he knew that it was the key that could set him free.
"A lion roars in the darkness
Only he holds the key
A light to free me from my burden
And grant me life eternally"
He didn't know why he was here, why he was able to witness his own trial. He should've been dead, banished to Hell for his sins.
He had no time for mourning what he'd lost, no time to do anything except watch his own fate be decided.
"Should have been dead
On a Sunday morning
Banging my head
No time for mourning
Ain't got no time
Should have been dead
On a Sunday morning
Banging my head
No time for mourning
Ain't got no time"
He held his head high again, looking straight at the Deity that presided over his trial. He still felt hatred towards the Demons around him, but he could feel it slowly ebbing.
"(And I said oh) So I held my head up high
Hiding hate that burns inside
Which only fuels their selfish pride
(And I said oh) We're all held captive
Out from the sun
A sun that shines on only some
We the meek are all in one"
He now realized he had two options. One, to die and burn in Hell forever. Or two, to cry out to God and ask him for forgiveness.
"I cry out to God
Seeking only his decision
Gabriel stands and confirms
I've created my own prison
I cry out to God
Seeking only his decision
Gabriel stands and confirms
I've created my own prison"
He cried out with all his heart, wanting, more than anything, forgiveness. He knew that he had created his own prison, and he expected nothing less than to have to stay in it forever.
"(And I said oh) So I held my head up high
Hiding hate that burns inside
Which only fuels their selfish pride
(And I said oh) We're all held captive
Out from the sun
A sun that shines on only some
We the meek are all in one
(And I said oh) So I held my head up high
Hiding hate that burns inside
Which only fuels their selfish pride
((And I said oh) We're all held captive
Out from the sun
A sun that shines on only some
We the meek are all in one) I created I created
My own prison"
He felt a weight on his chest, slowly suffocating him. This was his fate. He'd created his own prison, and now he had to rot in it.
His last thoughts before consciousness left him, was that he wished he'd listened to his Grandmother.
"Should've been dead on a Sunday morning
banging my head
No time for mourning
Ain't got no time"
