Blah, don't you hate when school and everyday life get in the way of the important things (fanfic, Stargate, Sanctuary, ER, you know the good stuff in life!) Anyhoo I'm back and free of cherries... though it turn out to be an amazing and fun experience. I am now free and clear to write for you except for the few glaring annoyances noted above. I have another chapter almost ready to go so depending on reviews for this one it shouldn't be to long. Hint, hint. Seriously though, please review you have no idea how much it helps to hear from y'all.

Thank you once again to my amazing beta and sister.

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And we're walking!


Gig 12 The Game Changes

In an instant of bright white light everything changed. Every part of the game Baal was playing was destroyed. Every play he had up his sleeve was shattered by my one action. One action that not only became his downfall but mine as well. It wasn't just another bump in the road of Baal's challenging highway. It wasn't something I could work through; it was a real journey's end. Game over! The end. Goodbye! And all because of one mistake, one stupid mistake that amazingly left Wiley better off than I was. That took away something important, something I never thought I'd loose. And with the loss of something so important how could I not surrender the last of the fire in me? That fire of longing hope to return home. A flame, that had been dimming since the beginning and was now all but extinguished. All because of one instant. One second. One mistake. A blink of an eye and my world was turned upside down. My life became forfeit. I was done.

I wasn't aware, upon first waking up from unconsciousness, of the increase in the peril placed before me. To me it was an enclosure of darkness. Pitch beyond the blackest of black and without a shadow in sight. Nothing but a ray-less and unknowing void was before my eyes. I should've known then, I should've clued in, but no, I didn't even consider the possibility...

After initially assessing my surroundings; the completely un-illuminated atmosphere, with really nothing to assess besides the dark, I moved on to the screams of pain my body was suddenly prisoner to.

A dull pounding in my head turned into a full-blown throbbing and many parts of my body ached with what felt like bruises and cuts, but none of this compared with the searing pain I now felt flowing from my arm sockets. I looked to see what restrained them but it did no good, it was still dark everywhere I looked. It was then that I began to panic as I pulled and pulled at the chains that held my feeling-less limbs above my head. I felt sick as I struggled, intense panic increasing the more I tried to get free. At last I gave up due to physical exhaustion and to the fact that I threw up all over the floor. I could smell the warm stink of my own sick sitting at my feet, the taste of it still in my mouth.

By that point I was too out of it to take notice of the increasing sharp pains behind my eyes. I could feel myself drifting away. I could no longer be bothered by the pain in every part of my body or the fear in the back of my mind.

Things took a turn for the worse after that, if it were even possible; but if anything were to make circumstances beyond the hell I was already in, it would have to be Baal, hands down.

Lucky for me things were still in the category of hell because Baal, along with everything else, was nowhere to be seen among the same eerie darkness. Weirdly, and just for a moment, I kind of welcomed the darkness as it made me feel alone and almost safe in an odd way. That is until the silence was broken and the pitch black felt cold and unpredictable again.

"I see you're awake," a deep voice floated through the vast sightlessness.

It was Baal. I was now past the very edge of hell; I was in such agony and mental exhaustion that it couldn't be put into any other terms. Worse than hell. Worse than hell. Worse than death. Worse than hell. I chanted silently.

"Not much to wake to is it?" he drawled.

I squinted in the direction that I thought the voice was coming from; but despite concentrating hard I still could not see a thing.

"It's dark isn't it?" Baal asked, his tone strongly amused and satisfied, taunting even.

I pulled at the chains out of desperation, doing nothing to free myself, the clinging of the chains only making my head hurt and pound more furiously and my stomach feel sick again.

"Terrifying isn't it?" Baal's tantalizing voice filled me with nothing but uncertainty and fear. "Nothing but the blackness to fill your sight."

I had an uneasy feeling that something horribly obvious was going on, and after another teasing minute, Baal confirmed my suspicion. "You have earned what you deserve for sabotaging my outpost, but you have cost me two of my best Jaffa. Therefore the absence of your sight is not enough to compensate for what you have cost me."

Those words made my limbs feel strangely numb and disowned from my body. I felt sick again. My head pounded harder than ever. The absence of my sight? And finally it hit me. I should've realized hours earlier. I should have recognized the abnormality of the darkness. I should've caught on sooner. I should've figured it out. My sight was gone. I was blind! Oh God I was blind! I couldn't breathe, I was blind! How on Earth had that happened? What was going on?

I must have presented with a very shocked look on my face because Baal chuckled and sneered once again. "You hadn't realized." he outright laughed, a deep crackle of pure pleasure to my obliviousness. "Well this truly is amusing! Too smart to figure out you're blind. Well done." he clapped and through the darkness it echoed to my ears.

My heart raced. I felt like I was being suffocated. I panicked but I couldn't comprehend what this new level of hell meant or what it would bring and frankly I was past the point of caring and anyway it really didn't matter. I was dead anyway.

Baal confirmed this when his voice boomed through the darkness again. "However amusing this is, I must move on to more important matters." You have given me a great setback and made me more susceptible to attack on this planet. Do not worry, I shall remain here long enough to see that you paid for what you have done and for the two Jaffa your immature actions cost me."

My eyes were hot at the back and every part of my body ached with a new severity. I couldn't see a thing but I could feel Baal's evil glare in my direction and I heard the swish of his robes as he drew nearer. Even with these indications I was a complete alien to a blind man's world, and did not expect the sudden on-set of torture from the device that had previously scorched Wiley so many times. It was pain beyond pain. Hell beyond hell. It was a deep want for relief, for death. I could feel the orange glow that came out of my mouth when I screamed and the light flowing from my eye sockets that burned at my damaged eyes. I couldn't believe how severe a torture it was. I was in such pain I felt like I was on the brink of death when finally Baal pulled the torture device away. Within seconds I was unconscious from the pain, with my eyes damaged, my soul dead and my life forfeit.

Again and again Baal inflicted the torture on me. Again and again I passed out and woke up and faced it again. I lost count of how many times I endured it. I forgot all things. I even forgot I was blind. I just hung there, unable to move, accepting the severity of my punishment. Death not quite in reach and only pain within arms grasp.


Please, please don't shoot me I want to live! I'm sorry I had to do that to Sam but it's all part of the plan ;)

My sister, also my beta, says I am evil lol for doing that to poor, poor Sammy. Please review (hopefully not to say how much you hate me for being even more cruel to Sam) and let me know if you are enjoying the story.