Author's Note: This story is all done. I don't post until they are done... most of the time. Thank you for all my reviewers you made my day. Any guesses who the italic voices are, they change with every chapter. I've tried to make it guessable if you listen to how they talk.

No Quarter 3/13

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This time I can't stifle my scream. I push my chair at the specters hoping to give myself more time to escape as I bolt...

My breath comes in short gasps as my body seems to be shutting down and I stumble. The halls are a blur as I run through them. My stomach rolls as I fight the urge to vomit. The itches have turned to prickles.

The corridors are silent and empty and I walk through them loosing my way. Confused I turn, trying to get my bearings, but nothing looks familiar.

Where is everyone? They were all in the briefing room with me, but no one is here to help me; I am alone. I stop and stare. The halls should be full of soldiers and other people that can help, but they're empty. Even the dead are gone. I can hear my team's voices but I'm lost and alone. I slump to the ground exhausted.

"Samantha, stay there. I know you don't understand but you must trust me."

Gentle hands brush the hair from my face and offer me water, which I gulp thirstily. "Who are you?"

Ignoring my question the dark haired woman takes the canteen, wrapping her arm around my shoulders. "Can you get up?" She helps me to my feet and we start down the hall. "Let's get out of here."

I recognize the voice, relived I allow her to lead me down the hall.

"Samantha, you need to fight this. We don' t have much time."

There is a noise from somewhere and she jumps, looking over her shoulder. "I'm sorry, it's too late. They can't find us together. I'll be back as soon as I can. Oh Sam, this is my fault."

Then she is gone, disappeared into thin air.

Backing away, I look around. Where did she go? Confused, only one thought rushes though my mind: I need to escape. I need to run!

I moved forward but I hit a wall, backing up I try to retrace my steps only to find another wall in my path. I'm cornered with nowhere to go. I begin beating the walls with my fists.

"Please let me out. What have I done? Please let me go!"

Drawing a ragged breath, I try to gather the threads of control as they continue to unravel.

Someone grabs me from behind. I could feel a cold lifeless hands around my waist. The cold burns through my clothes and I begin to shiver uncontrollably.

Still fighting, I get my first look at my captor. Jonas Hanson restrains me as I thrash, kick, and claw. I can't let them take me, I have to get away from them. There has to be somewhere I'm safe. I have to live... I'm not ready to join them, to die.

I plead with him, "Please let me go. I never meant for you to die. It wasn't my fault, please!"

But he doesn't let go, and so I fight. My nails bite into the thing's flesh. He slaps me across the face. "Tell me where it is! You took it and now I want it. Thieves and liars don't last long in my hands."

Panic surges through me as I claw at his eyes, screaming. "Leave me alone! Please, just leave me alone! I don't know what you want. " I hate the pleading tone of my voice, but I don't seem to have control of my emotions. I feel the tears streaming down my cheeks, but I don't stop to wipe them away. They blur my vision and I stumble, falling to me knees. My breath is coming out in harsh gasps. I try to slow my breathing, but I'm so close to the edge I feel the ground crumbling beneath my feet.

Then suddenly I'm pulled down the hall. We enter a room and they slam me into a chair. Wrenching my arms back to prevent my nails from making contact, but I kick with my feet catching someone in the knee. I hear an unearthly shriek of pain.

Jonas Hanson curses me as he reaches out to grab me again, but momentarily he changes. He's another man, who I know but can't place. He grabs a chunk of my hair pulling my face close to his. "You will tell me or die."

Howling in pain I continued to fight. He tries to hold me, but I sink my teeth into his hand. In retaliation his fist shoots out and catches me in the eye.

I see a chance to escape. Lifting my knee I catch him in the groin and he lets go howling in pain. As soon as I'm free, I bolt.

Stumbling as I rounded a corner, I connected with the edge of the door, cutting my cheek, but I ignored the pain and the blood as I keep running.

Behind me there's the thudding of feet as the numbers of specters increase as they pursue me relentlessly. Another one makes a grab for me, but I dodge it. I have to get away, to find safety.

My foggy mind tells me to get out of the mountain. I manage to break free of the ghosts and head up the nearest set of stairs. I taking them two at a time, each step bringing me closer to safety and freedom.

On the landing, they're waiting for me. The four ghosts subdue me. Although I try to fight, they are too strong, and there's no escape. They overpower me and hold me down, their dead eyes unforgiving. The coldness once again seeps into me and I begin to shiver uncontrollably.

I close my eyes hoping to shut them out, but they are still there, staring at me through my eyelids.

Making one last bid for freedom, I bolt. But the hands stop me, throwing me to the ground. I employ all the tricks I've learn over the years, but there are too many of them. I continue fighting as they carry me away.

Jonas Hanson, who stands to the side watching, speaks; but it's Jack's voice I hear. "Take her to holding, it's closer than the infirmary. If we take her that far she might get away again and there's not time for a gurney. Doc Fraiser doesn't think it's safe to sedate her since we don't know what caused this. Just put her in the nearest cell. The doc should be waiting there to take Carter's blood. Once that's done, we'll leave her alone."

The ghosts carry me into the cell but I know I can't be locked up. I have to escape, to get away. They keep asking me questions. Demanding to know where it is? I can't answer, to do so would hurt too many others. So I resist. Once I'm no longer of use to them they will kill my for what I've done to them-

The four ghosts drop me in the cell as I continue to scream hysterically over and over to be let go. My words flow into one another and I can barely understand myself.

To my left I heard Janet's voice, but when I turn, Janet was once again a specter like the others, dead red eyes staring at me. The specter speaks softly to me as she approaches me with a needle. I continued to thrash and fight but the strong arms hold me down.

The specter's words are still deceptively kind right until she stabs me with the needle. The whole time I fight until my head strikes the pavement and the shelter of darkness engulfs me.

How can she ever forgive me after what I have done? She trusted me and I have not only betrayed Sam but I have failed her as well. I watch her slip away and I can only hate myself more.

No matter how strong she is, everyone breaks given enough torture and pain. I have together out of here, no matter what it costs me, even my life.

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