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Their hands had been retied in front of them. Their boot's had been taken and replaced with the same type of sandals the natives were wearing. There was a total of fifteen men surrounding them. As they were led down the hallways they noticed that the structure was more then just a jail. They noticed the rooms began to get bigger and had regular doors on them. They looked inside and saw that these were homes. Families were living in these cell's. As their capture's led them up a flight of stairs they realized they still saw no windows. Everything was alight by candle's and flame. They came to the conclusion they had to be underground when the next level up still had no windows. After one more flight of stairs and another long hallway of room's packed with family belongings, they were led to a door. When the door was open there were stairs leading up. At the top of these stairs was another door. They were pushed up and when the top door was opened more men were waiting with spears.

"Wow. The sun's really bright today, isn't it?" Jack said trying to lighten the mood as he squinted his eye's. All he got was a glare from Daniel and every spear lifted a little higher. "Okay then, tough crowed." As Jack said this they were pushed forward and someone gruffly spoke to them. Even Jack could tell it was an order to walk. Both of them looked behind and saw no sign of a building. There was no sign of even the door they had come through. Jack and Daniel looked at each other and realized that even if reinforcements had come they wouldn't have found where they had been hid. Looking around neither of them saw any sign that their teammates were there or had been there. Both of their hearts sank a little at this, knowing that they had little time left. Even with help of their teammates it would be a challenge to escape without injury. Just the two of them trying to escape would be suicidal.

The natives marched them into the woods about a quarter of a mile from the underground structure. They came to a small clearing and their hearts sank even further. There was a stone block on the opposite side with the leader they had talked with last night standing next to it. In total there were estimated fifty natives surrounding them. The leader started speaking and Jack and Daniel were pushed forward. As they were placed in front of the stone both had men on each side holding their arms and one person behind them. As they were forced to their knees Jack felt the man behind him grab him by the back of his jacket and felt it being cut off of him. Jack saw out of the corner of his eye the same thing was happening to Daniel. Their hands were untied and the ripped jackets were taken off. The same thing then happened to their shirt's. The whole time this was going on the leader was talking.

"Daniel."

"Jack."

No other words were needed. They both knew what was about to happen and there was nothing either of them could do about it. Jack was held still and Daniel was pulled up. The leader had stopped taking and was handed two items. One Jack recognized right away, and the second was one he had wished he would never have to see in person. The way Daniel had described it and the way Jack had imagined it was just the way it looked. As six men forced Daniel to lie down on the stone block, Jack could not take his eye's off of the Salepter and Pontiar. The leader started to speak again, this time in a more chanting type tone.

"No." Jack tried to stand but was forced down by the men holding him. The natives all raised their spears. The leader moved to stand next to Daniel, his chanting never stopping. "Daniel." Jack whispered, looking into Daniels eye's with a pleading look of helplessness. Daniel looked back with the same look. Both wishing there was something either one could do but knowing there was not.

"Jack." Daniel whispered back. In that moment the leader stabbed Daniel in the side, right below his ribs with the Pontiar. Daniel kept his eyes locked with Jacks and tried to not cry out.

Where Jack was forced to kneel and where the leader was standing, he had a perfect view of what was happening to his best friend. Even without braking eye contact he could see his Daniels blood draining down through the Pontiar and into the Salepter. As Daniel's eyes started to lose focus Jack lost it. He couldn't be forced to kneel and watch his friend bleed to death. Jack tried to get up but even more men came to hold him. He was forced all the way down with his face in the dirt. He turned his head trying to be able to see what was happening to Daniel. What he found was several spears in his face.

After a minute Daniel was dropped next to him. Jack could see he was unconscious, but he was at least still breathing. He could see where Daniel had been stabbed. He also had cut's all over his chest which made Jacks blood boil even more then it was. He looked up at the leader with fury in his eyes. The leader stared back. Jack could see the leader had excepted what he had to do and done it. He showed no emotion at all. He began to speak and Jack was lifted up and forced onto the stone. Jack was not going to let them off easy. He struggled with everything he had. But the natives were not going to let him get what he wanted. One of them knocked him on the side of the head. Not enough to lose consciousness, but enough to stop his struggles. As the leader chanted, Jack turned to look at Daniel who had not moved even an eye lid.

"I'm so sorry Daniel." Jack whispered to his friend, knowing he couldn't hear him but feeling that it was something that needed to be said. As the leader stabbed the Pontiar into Jacks side, he couldn't help but cry out. He knew Daniel had not made a sound in an attempt to spare Jack some mental pain, but Jack had no reason to keep quiet. For one, he didn't care if these skirt wearing, spear holding natives thought he was weak. Not that he was, but that wasn't the point. Two, Daniel was unconscious and couldn't hear him. If he had been, Jack may have tried to stay silent for the same reason Daniel had. Reason three was the most important in Jacks mind. He wanted to make as much noise as possible. If anyone from the SGC was anywhere near by, he was going to make sure they heard him. Even as he felt the blood draining from his body and himself growing weaker he kept screaming. He knew his team was looking for them. They had to be.

About two miles from the building Teal'c found what they had all been searching for. They followed the tracks for close to three miles and came to a clearing. There were feet print all over the area leading every which way. Yet again they all spread out to see if they could find which way their friends had gone in. As they searched they heard a blood curdling scream. Everyone stood frozen for a moment. Then as the trained Military they were, they all went in the direction of the screaming. Everyone spread out so that when they got to where they needed to be they would have a better chance of surrounding what was in store. The closer they all got the softer the screaming became. Soon the sound stopped all together. The group saw another clearing. As they went to surround it they only saw three things. One was a stone block. The other two were their missing friends lying on the ground next to each other. As Sam and Teal'c ran to their teammates the rest of the teams kept watch. The only thought's running through Teal'c and Sam's mind was 'were we to late.' For their friends were not moving.

AN: Here you all go. First day off in over a week and finally a chance to write again. This was a hard chapter to write but I like it better then the last one I posted. I hope you all do too. Let me know what you think! Thank's for sticking with me! :-)