(A/N: This chapter contains graphic… uh…. graphic…ness… uh… whatever. Note to some: The "T" rating may be completely dragged into the street and shot in this chapter. Those with weak constitutions should be cautious in this chapter… Aw, who am I kidding? THERE'S BLOOD AND FLESH! WAHAHAHA! I'm crazy!)

(Okay… rant over. Read the damn page.)

Havoc had been contained successfully in the prison chamber without any resistance. Weir eventually had to cover her ears from Havoc's pleas to kill him. She couldn't bear to her his pathetic cries, let alone carry them out. Teyla almost broke down in the isolation chamber, running off to her room with Sheppard and Rodney on her heels. Weir was surprised more than anyone when he began begging her to end his life. She saw him come close to this when he first came here a year ago. He had refused all food and water, prompting his own punishment for a crime he technically didn't commit. Such was true now, and he still was willing to sacrifice his life over another.

Weir decided to take a chance and visit Havoc in the prison room. She had just finished her report for Earth and had Radek preparing it for transit. She walked down the empty hallway, footsteps echoing in the abyss. She didn't need to keep guards up; Havoc wasn't willing to go anywhere. She turned into the dark prison room and looked through the bars. She screamed at what she saw.

Havoc was hunched over, breathing in painful, rank air. Droplets of blood glittered down to the floor, dripping from the corner of his mouth. His teeth were clenched, bits of something stuck in between the incisors. He had ripped the cloth off his right side. Where his Asuran Arm was, there was just a stump, blood splashing out and bits of flesh and bone hanging loosely off. The edges of the wound had sickening scars and gouges, where he had gnawed and scratched the arm off. The horrid display drew attention from his blurred eyes, tears welling up from the dark, impassive depths.

"Oh my God!" Elizabeth yelled. She went grip her radio for a medical team, when Havoc looked up.

"Wait… Please… Don't…" He gasped, coughing more blood. He stumbled as the lack of fluids made his brain falter. Weir covered her mouth and moved closer to the shield.

"You don't deserve to die… no one deserves what you're putting yourself through…" She whispered. Havoc shook his head as new tears appeared in his eyes.

"I saw what I did… I felt blood on my hands… I also saw the past… my past… the horrid years… I deserve to die…"

"No. You don't. I've got to radio Carson…" Weir said, turning to the door. She sent an emergency beacon to Carson. McKay could trace it to her.

"I KILLED THOUSANDS!"

Elizabeth stopped and eyed him with great sadness and curiosity. Havoc let loose a sob. She had never seen the warrior cry. In good times and bad, he had always had a smile. Even on his deathbed, Havoc had always seen the good things in life, despite the unimaginable physical and emotional pain he had suffered. Now, seeing the soldier cry, but not from the physical pain, made her stop cold.

"I killed them all…" Havoc said through tears. "I saw them all waste away…. My hands… they ripped and slaughtered the skulls and bodies of all… even children… God… I killed children… and seniors… The work of the devil… and they said it was a testing experiment… Those who passed… got their memories wiped… those who lost… They were killed by ME!" Weir noticed that the arm he had ripped off was lying in a puddle of crimson fluid off to the side. The product of the Ancients. No wonder Havoc despised them so.

Carson and Rodney suddenly rounded the corner looking into the room. McKay stopped and gagged at the sight of the soldier. Carson, who had a stronger stomach regarding blood, stared, mouth open. He walked forward. Havoc froze and turned. The arm on the floor had liquefied and leapt onto his back. Havoc, using his one good arm, formed a shield around the mass and struggled to keep it down. He groaned.

"Chevron is not pleased with you scum…!"

Rodney rushed forward to deactivate the shield. An unseen hand gripped the back of his shirt and threw him to the ground. Havoc glared at him as a small lightning storm erupted under his hand. The metallic voice fought for dominance in the thunder.

"You are pathetic… your programming was perfect…"

"IT WAS FLAWED!"

"You were perfect! The ultimate life form!"

"I WAS A MACHINE!"

"That is what you shall remain no matter how hard you try!" Havoc's blood ran cold and his eye grew wide. "The blood that paints the floor… the Ancients infused that blood with their best technology… Every drop of that blood was designed for the sole purpose of keeping that pathetic heart beating. You are a machine. You are a gun!"

"SILENCE!"

A crystal had rolled out of Rodney's bag when he fell. The dead ZPM. Havoc saw it in the corner of his eye. He looked it over, and eyed the machine trying to attack him. Havoc snarled and thrust a hand through the energy shield and the bars. Blisters and wells of blood exploded onto his only arm. He grabbed the ZPM and ripped his hand back. Lifting his hands, he jammed the ZPM into the mass of Asuran blocks. The nano-bots froze and held their place. Slowly, the massive amount of evil was sucked into the crystal. It started to glow green and the room grew quiet. Havoc wobbled and fell next to the infused green Zed PM….

Havoc got his arm stitched up and had a metallic stint placed over the stump. He had lost a lot of his blood, but that never stopped him before. Havoc refused to speak to anyone but Weir, and it was only to tell her to force Carson to dismiss him from the Infirmary. Machine or not, he had to go and save Earth. He would take the ZPM-Prison with him. He was a machine…

…But a machine with a grudge.