Tag #17 – Into the Lion's Den
"I am not crazy."
Daniel felt a surge of pleasure as the pompous asshole's face contorted in agony, and he maliciously backhanded the coot across the face. "Idiot," he growled, electric blue tendrils roaring from his fingertips, reveling in the politician's terrified screams. "You should have listened to me. You've only brought this upon yourself, mister Vice President." The last was said with a mocking sneer.
Kinsey whimpered as an unseen force caught him around the throat, lifting him up off the cold deck. "Pay attention when I'm talking to you!" Daniel roared, his fingers curling into hooked talons as he gleefully strangled the lesser creature.
"Stop, please!" Kinsey wheezed, voice barely more than an exhalation, face turning purple at the lack of oxygen.
A malicious grin sprang onto Daniel's lips, and he let the fool crash to the floor, barely repressing a hysterical giggle at the dull thud of his skull impacting the metal decking. Wide-eyed, Kinsey tried to squirm away, but his progress was severely hampered by his tightly-bound limbs. "I'll have you arrested for this!" he tried to bellow, but it came out as a desperate shriek. "You'll be on Death Row for sure once I'm through with you!"
"Oh, I don't think so," Daniel murmured, calling his favored weapon into his hand with a mere thought. The politician stared in horror as he activated the crimson blade, its evil red light spilling like blood across his features.
The first cut was shallow, but it singed the eyebrows off the terrified man and left a small bleeding gash on his forehead. He tried to cross his eyes to see the disfiguring wound, but immediately screamed as the blade plunged into his leg, melting flesh and bone beneath its wrath. The shock traveled through his entire leg, and his cries of pain jumped an octave as every bone in the limb shattered, the shards flinging themselves outwards as if trying to cut their way out of his skin.
Daniel raised the blade high in preparation for another blow, and when Kinsey saw those wild eyes he beheld his death.
"I…AM…NOT…CRAZY!"
"Nor am I, Doctor Jackson."
Daniel blinked as the torture chamber wavered, replaced by the familiar grey walls of the SGC briefing room. Kinsey, pompous as ever and all in one piece, continued ranting at the archaeologist, completely unaware of what had just happened.
What did just happen? Daniel wondered, sickened at the images his mind had called up. I would never do anything so horrific. Yet as Kinsey raved, he wasn't so sure he wouldn't mind the bastard getting what was coming to him. And that scared him more than anything.