I'm seriously inspired today. Isn't that weird?

The Covenant is not mine.

Saturday 28th October, 2006

Caleb's ringtone blared out of the phone in my pocket.

"Well now, looks like someone's missing you already." I was helpless as McCoy removed the phone from my pocket and looked at it, "Mr Danvers, of course." He didn't answer it, but he didn't cut Caleb off either, probably because that would be too suspicious. He put it down on the side well out of my reach. "Is he a witch too?" I didn't answer, "Of course he is. Mr Garwin and Mr Simms too, one would assume."

Their faces flashed through my mind, reminding me why I was doing this, why I was keeping my mouth shut, for them, even if he killed me.

"Are you just not going to talk at all?" The knife pressed into my back again but didn't pierce the skin, then it was gone. I heard him move and I wished I could see him. Then pain tore through my lefts, my ankles as he slashed through vital muscle. "Don't want you running away now do we?" He asked like he was talking to a child, even though I couldn't move at all and he knew it. "I know something that will get you talking." I didn't like the sound of that. I was flipped back onto my front, banging my already injured head on the table again. I was sure it was bleeding by now. McCoy had turned away from me again. The phone had stopped ringing, probably gone to voicemail, Cay was probably leaving me a very worried message. I wished I could tell him where I was.

Then Wil was back, he pressed electrodes to my chest. "Now, I know you can take electricity, I've seen it but that doesn't mean it won't hurt." Oh, fuck. He flicked a switch on a machine next to him and electricity shot through my body, the muscles I had no control over spasmed and I cried out in pain. "Are you a witch?"

I shook my head as best I could and he turned the power up on the machine, sending spasms through me and putting me in even more pain but I bit down on my lip, I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of hearing me scream. Another notch, another shock, another almost scream, I was sure my lip was bleeding ten times worse now than it had been when I first bit it. Another flick of the switch and I couldn't hold it back, a scream of pain ripped through me. He smiled. Mother fucking sadistic bastard actually smiled. He turned it off.

"Are you ready to tell me the truth Mr Parry? The pain will stop, I promise." Only it wouldn't because once one person knew they told and then the other people told and then everyone knew and it started a witch hunt.

"Fuck you." I gasped out, my breath having been stolen by the scream and the pain.

"That's not nice." Oh, what the fuck did I care about nice? He turned around again, I was really growing to hate that movement, and produced another syringe. I didn't want to know. "This will increase your sensitivity, so everything will seem much more painful, it will also increase your fear. It's pretty experimental but I have faith that it'll work." Once more I attempted to move away from the needle to no avail. It sank into my skin and the contents was emptied into my bloodstream. I let out a whimper as it reached the places I'd already been cut. It felt like they were on fire. It was all I could do to keep from screaming again.

I couldn't hold back however when he turned the machine back on. "No!" I screamed, my body convulsing, I was sure tears were trackng their way down my face, "Kill me!" I cried, I meant it this time, if it made the pain stop I'd take it. Death would be a blissful release. He turned the machine off and I lay back gasping for breath.

"Tell me the truth."

I pressed my lips together tightly. I wasn't going to tell him, I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of breaking me. He gave a sigh but it was bored rather than exasperated or anything close to showing him weakening at all. He flipped me back over, hitting my head hard against the table once more. Blood trickled down my face and I closed my eyes briefly but there was no relief. I didn't pass out like I wanted to, his sedative had done its job. It was making it impossible for me to pass out from an overload of pain. I whimpered. This was never going to end. I was never getting out. My phone rang again.

"Mr Danvers is still very interested in your safety." McCoy commented glancing to the phone but making no move towards it. "Maybe I should kill you." The knife was back, it slid down my arm, not breaking the skin but still pressed hard enough to hurt. "I could get the answer from one of them. Mr Danvers, Mr Garwin, Mr Simms, maybe Miss Tunney?"

"No!" The word left my mouth before I could stop it, "You touch Kate and I'll do worse than fucking kill you." He chuckled.

I had to get out of here, I had to stop him, I had to save them, I had to...I had to get them...make them understand. I needed something, someone to save me, I needed Caleb. I had to- I could- I could Use. Oh god, my powers, I needed to Use them but my mind was so- I couldn't focus. I needed just enough power to hit the callback button on my phone.

Without warning the knife pierced my arm and I let out a cry of pain. Fuck. It was like someone shoving a red hot poker into an open wound. I couldn't help it, I screamed again, thrashing my head from side to side. I could move it. Just.

I hit my own head against the table, knocking my hair down to cover my eyes as I summoned every inch of power I could muster to hit the redial button on the phone across the room. The blade pierced my other arm. It was like he'd given up and was just intent on slashing me to ribbons. I screamed, I hopes Caleb had picked up the phone. "CALEB!" I let out a racking sob. "THE BASEMENT! I'M IN THE BASEMENT!" Luck seemed on my side because McCoy just laughed softly.

"Calling for help? Finally, but he can't hear you." That's what he thinks. At least I hope he could hear me. The blade slashed down my back, ripping the skin open and I screamed again, there was no other way to express the pain.

The knife plunged into my back. I screamed, louder than before. "CALEB!" It wasn't intentional this time, but I needed him to hurry the fuck up or I really was going to be dead before he got here. Again and again the blade fell on my arms, even touched my neck once, slashing the back. I was lucky, it missed my artery. Maybe. "KILL ME!" I practically begged.

McCoy laughed, "Eventually." He promised but that wasn't what I wanted, I just wanted this to end and I wanted it now.

The blade slashed across my back again, my throat was hoarse from screaming so it was a broken sound that escaped me this time.

There was a smashing sound as the door was blown of it's hinges. Blood obscured my vision but I was fairly sure it was flew into the far wall and fell down, the figure crossed to him. Two others ran in, Reid and Tyler. Reid ran to Caleb, Tyler ran to me, a fourth figure following him, "NO." It was broken and begging but God, I didn't want Kate to see me like this. It was too late. She'd already seen it. "Baby..." I could only assume she looked horrified.

Tyler was looking over my injuries, I whimpered, "Kill me." I begged, it didn't cross my mind that they could help me, I just wanted the pain to stop.

"Caleb!" Tyler yelled and the two figures came running over, I didn't know what they'd done with McCoy, I couldn't see him, I thrashed, he was coming back, he was going to come back and kill me and then do the same to them. Oh god, we had to get out of here.

"Pogue." Caleb's voice was gentle, it broke my delusions, I looked at him, panting hard. "Sh." His eyes were black. The pain lessened, he was healing me. Once healed he pulled me up, lifted me into his arms. "We have to go." They ran on ahead to make sure no-one was around, Caleb carried me out and up the stairs. At least, I think he did. It was about then that I finally blacked out. Losing myself in the blissful darkness.

What did you think? I'm so horrible to Pogue.