Of Torture and hidden agendas

Pairing: Mega and Jaffa ((non romantic))

Other Pairings: Mega/Ram

Rating: PG-13

Words: blood, lace, garter, horoscope, and fluffy

Sentences: "So tell me, Jaffa, have you ever read the works of Shan Yu?", "It's time to meet the real man.", "You died, Ram. If you die I can't hurt you any more."

Challenge by: Lie to me

A/N: I suddenly feel as I'm quoting a TV show called Firefly- gee wonders why that is!

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(Series 4- the beginning)

"Ground attack phase successful…"

"Come on we have a quota to fill- get 'em- round 'em up and ship 'em out people, let's MOVE…"

"BRAY!"

"AMBER! AMBER!"

"Tai-san? Tai-san! TAI-SAN!"

"Someone get them- get them now- shoot them- shoot them"

(A day later or so…)

It was cold and dark- a whole of sorts in the middle of no where, where people had no names, the only thing to identify them was some BRAND on their arms with a digit number. It seemed cold and calculating but that was only the start of it.

The stormtrooper like men arrived earlier that week- or so he thought it was earlier that week… they wore black and metal masks looking like something out of a futuristic horror movie.

They were big and bad with a lust of torture. He had seen the mines- he had BEEN in them. He watched them, The Chosen working people to death, as well as hanging them. He saw what they did to those that deified them. He watched being ripped apart in the name of a dead teenage boy who was never a god. No wonder he wanted to pretend that he heard and saw Zoot. They'd clean up the mines, they'd harvest food, they'd clean up bodies and dispose of them, and they take of crap- literal and figurative for not believing.

KC would have preferred to be a Chosen prisoner than a Techno one. They were at least- proper villains. They held prayer for the crazies, they were loud, vicious, and in your face. But these guys- they were robots. They were silent predators that just kept them in these cells in freezing cold factory. The Chosen looked like fluffy teddy bears compared to these guys.

One by one they would each be branded- painfully- the number BURNED into their skin, enough to cause tears to fall. Sometimes, they'd go further if you struggled- burning off entire skin layers enough to make someone nearly faint and they were just tossed out of the way like trash and shoved like cattle in a cage.

They were then shoved into trucks- these cold lifeless delivery trucks and shipped out like animals silently except for those that caused trouble- like Bray. They didn't get off so easy. He watched Bray taken away finally after being in the back for hours, he was covered in blood, being dragged towards a truck still crying out Amber's name.

He wondered briefly if he'd ever see him again… he had seen May briefly… she had been taken off as well- with Tai-san but he had a feeling that wouldn't be together.

The day before, he saw Tai-san standing there nervously- which was un-Tai-san like to begin with, she seemed to preoccupied with something or another. He guessed it might have been over the meeting- apparently THE MAN whoever he was wanted a meeting with her.

KC for the life of him couldn't figure out why- what did he need his horoscope read to him or anything? That was all Tai-san was good for anyway- she didn't know shit about technology or so he thought so. She had been standing there doing nothing when suddenly a single guard came up to her and said in this cold lifeless voice, ""It's time to meet the real man."

She then nodded and followed him out- she disappeared later that day on a truck the same that May was put on but he still knew there was no way they were going to the same place.

Though, that was the least of his cares was what was happening to the other members of the tribe not when- he had heard that Tally and Andy were to be "deleted" and not the transportation kind…. That and the arrival of The Guardian positively freaked him out… wondering how much darker this all could get even if The Guardian was prisoner- KC knew it was bad.

Though when they finally came for him… he had a feeling he was never going to see the city again- and how was right he was… how right indeed.

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He had been a prisoner for all of five minutes he seemed like. He was right the true bringers of power and chaos were here. Just like Zoot said they would be. He briefly reached out towards his supreme mother as she was being taken away and him hulled off.

He knew that she was to be sent to Zoot, his minor Luke had passed on to Zoot already. The others felt he was too liberal in his beliefs and found it needed to send him to their creator, master, and god Zoot. It had been a long slaughter.

The one he would not forget was the girl with the garter on her leg being tortured to death slowly with a knife- cutting her up for trying to kill one of the Techno's apparently her tribe had been taken away- all of them. She had been a little upset- The Guardian couldn't help but feel panic of his own. God help what they do to him?

He wouldn't have to wait long to find out- he was in a group that was still in the city- with the prophet of Zoot. The prophet and him were both forced to work at first until one day a straight lace techno came up to him looking at him intently with these cold dead eyes- that made Zoot look like a loving romantic.

It then spoke to him as if the devil was speaking to the divine angel of the god as if on its way to slaughter it. Wearing a cold edge mask it continued to look over- and The Guardian just stared back in silent analysis.

"So tell me, Jaffa, have you ever read the works of Shan Yu?" the man asked him slowly.

The Guardian looked at the masked one through his glazed over eyes in shock- this man knew his name. In corner, he saw the others- just working- he noticed none of them even looked up. Not a single one as if it did not phase them that his name was being spoken- his true name. The Guardian was taken back and turned his attention to the masked man- how could he know the name of his old self? Oh his old boring child self? Before he had met and been the presence of Lord Zoot?

"I can't say that I have," he replied looking at the man with some odd look.

The man laughed and circled him some- The Guardian still wondering why anyone had not gotten up or flinched at all by this strange behaviour.

"It's a pity- then you might actually understand…."

Understand? Understand what? The Guardian couldn't help but just look unable to trust his voice yet- why did this voice seem so familiar… where had he heard it? Where had he felt such it's presence before? Why did he know this so well.

"Understand… what?" he asked finally.

The masked figured laughed before replying, "This," the man said as he went to pull off his mask underneath it was these blonde braids that came flying loose- and those eyes clear as day. Creepy as ever- his smirk clear as day too.

The Guardian opened his eyes in terror- Zoot! He was face to face with his god and with a horrifying cry he let another scream.

(Reality)

"So that Tai-san proved useful after all?" a voice asked from behind folding her arms and brushing the strains of braids out of her hair.

"I'd say so- it worked didn't it- we held him over the cliff- and he cracked once he was hit with the divine truth that he was searching for. His lord and master- proving my theory right…. The religious break when in the face of their own gods," Mega replied looking at Java with a cold smirk.

"Now what?" she asked interested folding her arms against the door.

"It's ready for Ebony- here take it," Mega said handing her the disc as it came free of the cd drive.

He then turned his eyes back to the horrified and speechless Guardian strapped in the chair looking at the sky as if Zoot was still there though he had never been there in the first place.

"Clean him up- and bring him to the Island with the one he called the prophet- and take that loud annoying shouting women with them once her rotation ends. As for that Bray- I want him deleted- for real," Mega said turning to two men.

"Yes sir"

Java smirked and played with the cd some, "Well now- you helped me… it's time I return the favour- I'm going to go convince Ram to dine with you tonight," she said in a dead voice.

"I look forward to it," Mega said expression free.

"How much longer does he have?"

"It's going to take about three months to transport those prisoners- by the time they end up on that island- Ram will be dead meat if not sooner," Mega informed her.

Java gave him a look and walked off- if only she could do something but then again did she really want to? This way she was getting revenge on her sisters and her husbands this might be the only true way after all.

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Ram was too trusting for his own good. Trusting Mega had been the worst mistake of his life… next to taking away Mallrats if only he knew how far they would go to have him removed. How much they would spend to see him rot in hell. If only he had known.

If only he had known that Java would do what she did. If only the city knew what they were in for because of Ram. If they only they knew that he gave them over to the devil without even realising it. If only…

However, one could no longer dwell about that- it was too late and soon his own life would be too. As he laid of the garbage tip her heard speak.

"You died, Ram. If you die I can't hurt you any more- so please just die," she whispered as she left him there.

Ram called out to her in pain, crying and trying to hold on to the light as darkness closed- why why would she do this? Why would he do this?

One minute, he was off to reality space- a heaven where he could live forever. Be happy live in a world where he could walk, where Java would be all over him. Where he had friends and people on serving him day and night.

A world filled with nothing germ like, nothing ugly or unkind. Total bliss. Paradise. A life filled with light colours and all the candy in the world without teeth rotting. A place where he could have a perfect computer for him to design and mold- with tons of girls everywhere.

This was not such a paradise- no he was covered in FLITH- brown mud everywhere taking away his lively hood eating away at his soul and skin- causing it to crawl and boil. If he could reach or even move- he'd naw his skin off to spare himself the horror. Sea of garbage filled it- broken, dirty, rusted, and old things all over his wheel chair and the vague sound of squeaking below.

He could not bring himself to look down but he imagined it was rats. He cried out in pain one more time before passing out- wondering why…. Why he hadn't seen it sooner?

(Flashback)

"Lord Ram- I have completed your project," a cold voice announced from the side causing Ram to turn and his smirk to grow.

"Excellent Mega- excellent… and what of Java and the Mallrats?"

"They've been taken care of sir- all of them. Java will live in the dark- and the Mallrats with parish," Mega promised.

Ram smirked, "Good good- now about that germ proof room you spoke of…"

(Flashback ends)

He should have known. And now that he didn't he was gonna pay for it with his life… and the city would pay as well for his errors- he had killed them all and there was nothing he could do.

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The end.