Ok, I'm sorry it's taken so long, but I'm working on 5 other stories, right now. Give me a break, huh? I know I should only focus on one at a time, but my diet schizophrenia hates me, and won't let me go with just one. In fact, it tried to kill me with plot lines! Well, I don't own this show, but there is this really high-pitched beeping noise coming from my computer and I think I'm going deaf, so on with the show:0D
Chapter 11
"It's not going to be easy. Remember that," Senabe said firmly.
"What do we do?" Teyla asked.
"Him," Senave said, pointing to Ronon. "He must kill himself. Or you must kill him."
"What?!" Rodney shrieked loudly. "He can't kill himself!"
"Then you kill him," Senave said.
"Why can it not be one of us, instead?" Teyla asked.
"He wants the soul of a warrior. This is why he chose John, first. You are a woman, and Dr. McKay is a man of science. He is afraid...he is afraid of beings more clever than he. He will not take Dr. McKay. I wish that I could be the one to do this, but he would rather have a adult than a mere child."
"Fine. What will I do after that?" Ronon asked before anyone could object further.
"Jossen will find you. You must convince him to let every soul that he has ever taken, to let them go. If you cannot convince him, then your soul, too, will be condemned. That is why you must be careful of what you say. Tell him that he will have his own soul, and he will no longer be bound by the need of the souls of others. Be careful," she said again.
"Don't worry about it. I'll be dead, how careful will I have to be?" Ronon shrugged.
"It is not that simple. It is simple, but not as that. Before you do this, consider whether you are willing to lose your life forever. Good luck, Ronon," Senave said.
Ronon knew he wanted to do this. He had to do this. John would have done it for him, so now Ronon would do it for John. He had no choice. It's for John, Ronon thought. I have to do this. He was willing to give his life for his friend. Yeah, his friend. He'd known it all his life. It was the way he learned. He would do this with pride.
Teyla had worry in her eyes as Ronon drew his knife while Rodney turned impossibly white. Ronon rasied the knife to his neck before giving his friends an "it's ok" look, then drew it across, blood spurting to the tent walls. He dropped the knife, stumbling backwards, and finally fell to the ground, dead.
Teyla covered her mouth, looking away, McKay feeling the same sickness, but couldn't seem to move from his position. Teyla walked to John's body in a daze, trying to forget the horrific scene she'd just witnessed, but knowing she never would. She sat down, pulling John's head onto her lap, and stroked her hand through his hair.
"It was only a matter of time," came a deep voice. Ronon turned quickly to see a large creature standing largely before him.
"Jossen," Ronon said.
"That, I am. You're looking for John Sheppard, I presume?" Jossen asked.
Ronon ignored the question, taking in his surroundings, a world of red and black.
"Follow me, and I will take you to him," Jossen said with a wry smile, showing ugly, discolored, pointed teeth. He began wakling, slowly passing a large boulder, no longer visible.
Ronon didn't move, but heard the sound of something dragging, and Jossen reappeared, but pulling a body. John's body. He threw him in front of Ronon.
"Here is your friend," Jossen said.
Ronon couldn't speak. He just stared at the broken, bloodied body of his friend, nearly unrecognisable. He finally got his bearings and glared up at Jossen.
"What did you do to him?" he asked through gritted teeth.
"I took his soul. But that doesn't matter, now, does it?" Jossen asked with amusement showing in his eyes.
Ronon swallowed his anger, knowing it was the only way he was going to get his friend back. "I came here to make a deal."
Jossen's smile widened more at the thought. "A deal, you say?"
"A deal. You can have your own soul. You won't have to go from world to world, living like this. No more being bound by your needs. A soul of your own, Jossen," he said. Like he cared?
"And what would I have to give you, in exchange. I'm sure you're not doing this from the kindness you possess," Jossen pointed out.
"You have to free all the souls you've condemned, every one of them. Let them all go," Ronon said.
"And what made you think I would take this deal?" Jossen asked.
"I know you want it. No more gate hopping, sneaking around. You can live among them, now," Ronon told him.
"Jossen nudged at John's side with his foot, cocking his head to the side. "I will consider it," he said emotionlessly.
Ronon tried to disregard the nudging, and said, "You will?" almost in disbelief.
"I will. I have considered. I will take your deal," he said, kicking the body once more.
Ronon knodded, getting the uneasy feeling that something wasn't right. "Just like that?" he asked warily.
"Gkeen schlai koreen. Mie hagen doals karsse. Goot liis omit craj," Jossen said.
Ronon looked at Jossen suspiciously, cocking an eyebrow.
"It is the language of my ancestors. You will see," he told him, smiling his signature smile. "You will see."
Bwa ha ha ha! Grafiti of the soul! Ok, then...I hope you all like it, so far! And thanks for your reviews, they keep me going! Not completely, but yeah. Way to ruin the moment, ChickleStick! Just kidding. If there really is any ChickleStick, I'm sorry. I just picked it out of the air. Wait a minute! I'm not sorry! I laugh at your misfortune! Bie:0D