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Title: Sins Of The Father
Author: joaniexjony
Words: Aprox 2,000
Summary: John and Rodney are captured during a routine mission. John knows why McKay was taken, but what do they want with him? Shep whump!
Hurt/comfort. Quiet a dark one this, with violence and a little bad language.
Thanks to Sterenyk Strey for acting as beta on this one.
A request for assistance turns out to be a trap for Sheppard and McKay. John knows why Rodney was taken, but why did they want him? Shep whump! And some minor whump for Rodney too. This fic is set after 'Conversion' in Season 2 and is centred around the two boys.
Disclaimer:- Not mine, only wish it was!
Warning:- Pretty dark, with some torture later on.
Many thanks to Sterenyk Strey for being my beta on this fic, and for all her great suggestions! - All mistakes are mine.
SINS OF THE FATHER
CHAPTER 1
Dr Rodney McKay knew there were certain constants in life. One of those was him, saving the day, on a weekly if not daily basis, usually under impossible circumstances, and always with Sheppard on his case asking, 'How long?' The other was the same irritatingly punctual man, glaring at him with a pissed off expression whenever he arrived late in the 'gate room.
As he'd told Sheppard on many occasions, it wasn't really his fault. Everyone knew the work of the foremost expert on wormhole physics was of such immense importance, it did make him slightly late on occasion. So therefore, this was definitely a first as here he was waiting, with all his kit neatly packed by his side, but where the hell was Sheppard?
After checking his watch for the umpteenth time, Rodney finally looked up and saw the gangly gait of one Lt Colonel John Sheppard as he slowly ambled towards him, with a stupid, smug grin on his face.
"And where have you been? Do you know how long I've been standing here, twiddling my thumbs waiting for you?"
Rodney suddenly sneezed when his nose began itching. "What's that smell? Oh, no, it's started, I can feel my sinus's blocking up already…You do know what that means; antibiotics, the headaches from hell and if I'm really unlucky, which I usually am, I'll probably end up suffering for days in the infirmary. I keep telling Radek to get the aircon fixed, but no, you can't trust anyone to do even the smallest thing right around here!" McKay sneezed again, blew his nose, then turned to stare at Sheppard accusingly." Wait just at minute… it's coming from, you, isn't it? You're wearing perfume!"
McKay noticed Sheppard didn't even look up, far too intent in double checking his tac vest for supplies "First off, I'm not late Rodney, you're early. And for the record, men don't wear perfume, its called aftershave. But in my case, it's just deodorant...maybe you should try some."
McKay glared. "Hardy har har, very funny I'm sure. But you're hiding some…Wait a minute, now I understand, duh...how could I be so stupid? Blonde hair, piercing blue eyes…its Hollena isn't it? That's the only reason you want to come with me today. Of course it is, why else would Colonel Sheppard come on a routine scientific mission? Anyway, where's Conan and Xena, aren't they joining us?"
John looked up, his face the picture of innocence. "If you're referring to Ronon and Teyla, they're on a trading mission to PX7 149 and won't be back for a couple of days. As for Hollena, I haven't a clue what you mean." He patted McKay on the shoulder. "It's a sad day when I can't spend some quality time with my team mate without him reading something into it. Shame on you, McKay. Anyway, it's time we got going, we can't keep the lovely Hollena waiting, can we?"
Sheppard smirked, gave the signal to Chuck and within seconds the two men disappeared into the blue event horizon.
ooooOoooo
Tynos was more advanced that most of their allies. Except, while the marble and chrome high rise buildings gave the impression of an advanced race, it was clear after their first visit some time ago, the reality was in fact very different. While they were an industrial society, around the same stage as 1970's earth, the sad fact was they couldn't offer Atlantis any technological assistance. However, they did brew a pretty neat local ale which went down easy, didn't give much of a hangover, and was therefore very popular with the marines on the base. In return for regular supplies, McKay was liaising with their chief scientist, Hollena Timouran, helping them develop what technology they did have, especially showing them how to improve their energy production.
The fact that lady proffered a winning combination of brains plus beauty hadn't escaped John's notice either. One of the perks of being CO was he could pick and choose his missions, so much to the annoyance to his usually laid back 2IC, he'd made a point on this occasion, of accompanying Rodney so he might just get the opportunity to get to know the lovely Hollena a little better. However, since arriving nearly thirty minutes ago, there had been no sign of the beautiful blonde, plus the further they walked towards the town the place was just too damn quiet...
Sheppard raised his P90, keeping a firm grip, as his eyes scanned the perimeter for hostiles. "Are you sure you have the right time McKay? Or the right day even? And who was it who actually asked for assistance this time anyway?"
Rodney glared with annoyance at his friend, but quickly discarded his heavy pack, in favour of his own weapon. "I'm going to ignore you said that, but now you come to mention it, the request came through Marcen, Hollena's assistant."
The two men exchanged a concerned look. "Well, regardless of who it was, I don't like this…head back to the 'gate Rodney, we're going home."
"Don't be so hasty, Colonel Sheppard."
Sheppard recognised the disembodied voice as belonging to Marcen. "That's a neat trick Marcen, but where the hell are you?" John motioned McKay to check the life signs detector, but after a few moments Rodney looked up and shook his head. Nothing.
John raised his binoculars and began to check out the surrounding area. On the right, was a small river bank strewn with bright yellow wildflowers, it's clear blue water meandering through an overgrown forest. The lush green trees, unfortunately giving nothing away, providing plenty of cover for anyone wanting to mount an ambush. There were no signs of life, unless of course you counted the local wildlife, which he didn't, but it still didn't mean no one was there.
On the other side were fields, stretching out as far as the eye could see, each filled with golden crops rising over four feet into the air. John sighed, knowing while the bumper harvest was good news for the farmers it was bad news for them, as this too was yet another vantage point where an enemy could lie undetected. Under normal circumstances, Sheppard would have reckon they were probably surrounded, but there was no way of knowing for sure. The detector could be on the fritz, but not likely, as Ancient tech rarely broke down. In any case his own instincts were seldom wrong, and he could swear there was no one out there. That however didn't explain the voice…until he spotted a transmitter lying partially hidden by undergrowth at the side of the road.
"Very good, Colonel Sheppard I see you've finally found the transmitter, so now that I have your full attention, please, put down your weapons."
Sheppard couldn't see a damn thing, but If Marcen thought he was parting with his weapon, just like that, he'd better think again. Then, suddenly, a shot rang out and dust flew in the air by his feet.
"Now, Colonel. I'm not going to ask you again. If you don't place your weapons on the ground within the next thirty seconds, the next shot will be through Dr McKay's head."
Sheppard had played Vegas a few times in the past, with not a little success. But alone, in the middle of nowhere, with no backup nearby, he didn't like these odds and wasn't prepared to risk the life of his friend. So with reluctance, he placed his weapon carefully down onto the ground and signalled Rodney to do the same. He was pissed though, why did this keep happening to his team? After all, this was only supposed to be a routine mission.
John put his hands in the air and stared incredulous, as Marcen appeared from nowhere, along with four men. What the hell?
"I'm impressed, Marcen." Rodney's eyes searched the area, looking for evidence of how he got here. "If you don't mind me asking, how exactly did you do that, and if you're people are capable of that level of technology, why did you ask for my help?"
As Marcen walked towards Rodney, a slow smile grew on his face. "I'm flattered, Dr McKay that you think I am capable of creating this invention," he pointed to a smooth metallic bracelet around his wrist. "but I cannot take the credit I'm afraid. I found this device, along with a few other gadgets, in an hidden lab some time ago. At the time, like a good little assistant, I initially brought it to the attention of Hollena. It was my hope that she, as head scientist, would encourage the government to invest money, and free up the resources necessary to research it. In the beginning, she agreed. However, after one of the technicians died, my foolish boss halted the project, disregarded it as dangerous, and sealed the lab refusing to even consider examining the other pieces. I'll admit it does have a flaw, but I believe if we had just persevered, this bracelet could have been the start of returning our city back to its former glory."
Rodney automatically sought to examine the bracelet out of innate scientific curiously, but when he went to touch it, Marcen stepped back. "And what exactly is this flaw?"
"That, Dr McKay, is a discussion which will have to wait until we get back to the security of my base."
Marcen turned to Sheppard, looking him straight in the eye, before cocking his gun. "Where do you want it colonel?"
John glared at Marcen, the meaning of his words all too clear…"You could just tie me up you know. After all, you're the one with the fancy gizmo and all of the weapons. I'm no threat to you now."
McKay looked at John, puzzled. "What's he saying, Sheppard?"
"Marcen wants to shoot me, Rodney, and is being kind enough to ask where I want the bullet."
"What…you can't be serious…why? Sheppard's right! Can't you just tie him up…or something? Anyway, it's me you want. Please…just tie him up and leave him behind. You don't need to hurt him!"
"Now there you are wrong, Dr McKay. If it were just you I wanted, I could have taken you at any time during the last couple of months. Colonel Sheppard however, does not always accompany you, therefore when my spies watched you arrive, and seen you together…well let's just say I am pleased to be finally able to carry out my plans."
John smirked "You were waiting on me? My, I am flattered, but also curious. Why me? I'm a soldier, not a scientist…and if I'm so important to your plans, why do you want to shoot me?"
"All these questions!" Marcen raised his voice, his impatience evident. "As I've already said, you will find out a little later. In the meantime, where we are going is not as secure as I would like, and you, Colonel Sheppard are a dangerous man. Therefore, it's my intention to incapacate you, not kill you, just to negate that threat. Plus with you injured, it is unlikely Doctor McKay would run off leaving you behind."
"I have to admit, that's one weird plan you have there, chief. Seriously though, a good stout piece of rope or even chains usually do the trick in keeping me in line." John saw Marcen continue staring at him, with a look which told him his day was about to get a whole lot worse.
"Not impressed by the traditional methods are you? Okay…If I really have to choose, what about there." Sheppard pointed to the upper bicep of his left arm. He gave Rodney a lopsided grin. "Always wanted to score a hat-trick."
Marcen smirked. "I've always enjoyed your sense of humour, Colonel. However, I was thinking more along the lines of which leg."
Sheppard knew he wasn't getting out of this one. There was no Ronon or Lorne, or anyone else coming to their rescue…He glanced over at Rodney, trying to reassure him, but failed miserably as the guy looked horrified. Well…here goes nothing "Left calf. But wait just a minute; I want McKay out of harm's way just in case you miss."
"I never miss, Colonel. My mother was in the militia, and she put a gun in my hand as soon as I was able to walk."
Although he was expecting it, red hot lead piercing though his skin always hurt like a bitch. One minute he was standing, staring his enemy in the face, next he was lying on the ground, clutching his right thigh, writhing in pain. He felt sick and dizzy but he suppressed a groan as McKay quickly came to his side.
"What kind of a man are you? I mean its bad enough you shoot him, but can't you even get that right? He said the left calf and you shoot him in the right thigh, you moron!"
"I…think…he…knew…Rodney."
Blood was leaking from the wound, and John could feel his pulse racing, with beads of sweat running down his face. He wasn't a medic, but he'd been shot enough times to know it was a through and through, fortunately missing the femoral artery. Nevertheless shock was often a side effect of gun shot wounds, and he could feel it setting in fast.
Concern was etched on Rodney's pale face as he quickly grabbed a field dressing from his vest, and bound it tightly around the wound. John knew it had to be done, but it hurt like crazy and he hissed in pain. "I'm sorry, John, but I have to stop the bleeding."
ooooOoooo
Sheppard's eyes, glazed with pain caught his "It's… agh…okay, Rod…"
Rodney hated to witness the pain on John's face, his friend's eyes watering as he struggled to conceal his agony, only his furrowed brow revealed how much he was hurting. Anxiety threatened to overwhelm him when John choked on a cry as he pressed hard against the gaping wound, but the blood still flowed freely. He frantically reached for another dressing to staunch the blood seeping through his fingers, alarmed when he heard a groan and turned to see John's eyes close over, as his body went limp and he fell unconscious upon the dry, dirt road.
He panicked, as his friend passed out in front of him, and turned to confront Marcen. "Just so you know, if he dies, you'll get no help from me you bastard! I hope where ever the hell you're taking us has a doctor, because if Sheppard doesn't get medical attention soon, he'll bleed to death. And, excuse me for stating the obvious, but he won't be any use to you then!"
ooooOoooo
Marcen ignored the outburst, and nodded to two of his men who lifted the limp body of the stricken man, while one of the others pushed Rodney around, threw a burlap sack over his head, then tied his hands firmly behind his back with thick rope. Only once he was satisfied neither man could pose a threat, did Marcen touch the bracelet revealing its secret. Within seconds the landscape distorted into a shimmering echo of itself, revealing a large rectangular doorway into another location. He scanned the area making sure there were no witnesses to the abduction, only then signalling his men to take the prisoners through, before following them into the void, quickly disappearing from sight, leaving only a pool of blood behind.
TBC
Please review, and let me know what you think.
Author: joaniexjony
Words: Aprox 2,000
Summary: John and Rodney are captured during a routine mission. John knows why McKay was taken, but what do they want with him? Shep whump!
Hurt/comfort. Quiet a dark one this, with violence and a little bad language.
Thanks to Sterenyk Strey for acting as beta on this one.
A request for assistance turns out to be a trap for Sheppard and McKay. John knows why Rodney was taken, but why did they want him? Shep whump! And some minor whump for Rodney too. This fic is set after 'Conversion' in Season 2 and is centred around the two boys.
Disclaimer:- Not mine, only wish it was!
Warning:- Pretty dark, with some torture later on.
Many thanks to Sterenyk Strey for being my beta on this fic, and for all her great suggestions! - All mistakes are mine.
SINS OF THE FATHER
CHAPTER 1
Dr Rodney McKay knew there were certain constants in life. One of those was him, saving the day, on a weekly if not daily basis, usually under impossible circumstances, and always with Sheppard on his case asking, 'How long?' The other was the same irritatingly punctual man, glaring at him with a pissed off expression whenever he arrived late in the 'gate room.
As he'd told Sheppard on many occasions, it wasn't really his fault. Everyone knew the work of the foremost expert on wormhole physics was of such immense importance, it did make him slightly late on occasion. So therefore, this was definitely a first as here he was waiting, with all his kit neatly packed by his side, but where the hell was Sheppard?
After checking his watch for the umpteenth time, Rodney finally looked up and saw the gangly gait of one Lt Colonel John Sheppard as he slowly ambled towards him, with a stupid, smug grin on his face.
"And where have you been? Do you know how long I've been standing here, twiddling my thumbs waiting for you?"
Rodney suddenly sneezed when his nose began itching. "What's that smell? Oh, no, it's started, I can feel my sinus's blocking up already…You do know what that means; antibiotics, the headaches from hell and if I'm really unlucky, which I usually am, I'll probably end up suffering for days in the infirmary. I keep telling Radek to get the aircon fixed, but no, you can't trust anyone to do even the smallest thing right around here!" McKay sneezed again, blew his nose, then turned to stare at Sheppard accusingly." Wait just at minute… it's coming from, you, isn't it? You're wearing perfume!"
McKay noticed Sheppard didn't even look up, far too intent in double checking his tac vest for supplies "First off, I'm not late Rodney, you're early. And for the record, men don't wear perfume, its called aftershave. But in my case, it's just deodorant...maybe you should try some."
McKay glared. "Hardy har har, very funny I'm sure. But you're hiding some…Wait a minute, now I understand, duh...how could I be so stupid? Blonde hair, piercing blue eyes…its Hollena isn't it? That's the only reason you want to come with me today. Of course it is, why else would Colonel Sheppard come on a routine scientific mission? Anyway, where's Conan and Xena, aren't they joining us?"
John looked up, his face the picture of innocence. "If you're referring to Ronon and Teyla, they're on a trading mission to PX7 149 and won't be back for a couple of days. As for Hollena, I haven't a clue what you mean." He patted McKay on the shoulder. "It's a sad day when I can't spend some quality time with my team mate without him reading something into it. Shame on you, McKay. Anyway, it's time we got going, we can't keep the lovely Hollena waiting, can we?"
Sheppard smirked, gave the signal to Chuck and within seconds the two men disappeared into the blue event horizon.
ooooOoooo
Tynos was more advanced that most of their allies. Except, while the marble and chrome high rise buildings gave the impression of an advanced race, it was clear after their first visit some time ago, the reality was in fact very different. While they were an industrial society, around the same stage as 1970's earth, the sad fact was they couldn't offer Atlantis any technological assistance. However, they did brew a pretty neat local ale which went down easy, didn't give much of a hangover, and was therefore very popular with the marines on the base. In return for regular supplies, McKay was liaising with their chief scientist, Hollena Timouran, helping them develop what technology they did have, especially showing them how to improve their energy production.
The fact that lady proffered a winning combination of brains plus beauty hadn't escaped John's notice either. One of the perks of being CO was he could pick and choose his missions, so much to the annoyance to his usually laid back 2IC, he'd made a point on this occasion, of accompanying Rodney so he might just get the opportunity to get to know the lovely Hollena a little better. However, since arriving nearly thirty minutes ago, there had been no sign of the beautiful blonde, plus the further they walked towards the town the place was just too damn quiet...
Sheppard raised his P90, keeping a firm grip, as his eyes scanned the perimeter for hostiles. "Are you sure you have the right time McKay? Or the right day even? And who was it who actually asked for assistance this time anyway?"
Rodney glared with annoyance at his friend, but quickly discarded his heavy pack, in favour of his own weapon. "I'm going to ignore you said that, but now you come to mention it, the request came through Marcen, Hollena's assistant."
The two men exchanged a concerned look. "Well, regardless of who it was, I don't like this…head back to the 'gate Rodney, we're going home."
"Don't be so hasty, Colonel Sheppard."
Sheppard recognised the disembodied voice as belonging to Marcen. "That's a neat trick Marcen, but where the hell are you?" John motioned McKay to check the life signs detector, but after a few moments Rodney looked up and shook his head. Nothing.
John raised his binoculars and began to check out the surrounding area. On the right, was a small river bank strewn with bright yellow wildflowers, it's clear blue water meandering through an overgrown forest. The lush green trees, unfortunately giving nothing away, providing plenty of cover for anyone wanting to mount an ambush. There were no signs of life, unless of course you counted the local wildlife, which he didn't, but it still didn't mean no one was there.
On the other side were fields, stretching out as far as the eye could see, each filled with golden crops rising over four feet into the air. John sighed, knowing while the bumper harvest was good news for the farmers it was bad news for them, as this too was yet another vantage point where an enemy could lie undetected. Under normal circumstances, Sheppard would have reckon they were probably surrounded, but there was no way of knowing for sure. The detector could be on the fritz, but not likely, as Ancient tech rarely broke down. In any case his own instincts were seldom wrong, and he could swear there was no one out there. That however didn't explain the voice…until he spotted a transmitter lying partially hidden by undergrowth at the side of the road.
"Very good, Colonel Sheppard I see you've finally found the transmitter, so now that I have your full attention, please, put down your weapons."
Sheppard couldn't see a damn thing, but If Marcen thought he was parting with his weapon, just like that, he'd better think again. Then, suddenly, a shot rang out and dust flew in the air by his feet.
"Now, Colonel. I'm not going to ask you again. If you don't place your weapons on the ground within the next thirty seconds, the next shot will be through Dr McKay's head."
Sheppard had played Vegas a few times in the past, with not a little success. But alone, in the middle of nowhere, with no backup nearby, he didn't like these odds and wasn't prepared to risk the life of his friend. So with reluctance, he placed his weapon carefully down onto the ground and signalled Rodney to do the same. He was pissed though, why did this keep happening to his team? After all, this was only supposed to be a routine mission.
John put his hands in the air and stared incredulous, as Marcen appeared from nowhere, along with four men. What the hell?
"I'm impressed, Marcen." Rodney's eyes searched the area, looking for evidence of how he got here. "If you don't mind me asking, how exactly did you do that, and if you're people are capable of that level of technology, why did you ask for my help?"
As Marcen walked towards Rodney, a slow smile grew on his face. "I'm flattered, Dr McKay that you think I am capable of creating this invention," he pointed to a smooth metallic bracelet around his wrist. "but I cannot take the credit I'm afraid. I found this device, along with a few other gadgets, in an hidden lab some time ago. At the time, like a good little assistant, I initially brought it to the attention of Hollena. It was my hope that she, as head scientist, would encourage the government to invest money, and free up the resources necessary to research it. In the beginning, she agreed. However, after one of the technicians died, my foolish boss halted the project, disregarded it as dangerous, and sealed the lab refusing to even consider examining the other pieces. I'll admit it does have a flaw, but I believe if we had just persevered, this bracelet could have been the start of returning our city back to its former glory."
Rodney automatically sought to examine the bracelet out of innate scientific curiously, but when he went to touch it, Marcen stepped back. "And what exactly is this flaw?"
"That, Dr McKay, is a discussion which will have to wait until we get back to the security of my base."
Marcen turned to Sheppard, looking him straight in the eye, before cocking his gun. "Where do you want it colonel?"
John glared at Marcen, the meaning of his words all too clear…"You could just tie me up you know. After all, you're the one with the fancy gizmo and all of the weapons. I'm no threat to you now."
McKay looked at John, puzzled. "What's he saying, Sheppard?"
"Marcen wants to shoot me, Rodney, and is being kind enough to ask where I want the bullet."
"What…you can't be serious…why? Sheppard's right! Can't you just tie him up…or something? Anyway, it's me you want. Please…just tie him up and leave him behind. You don't need to hurt him!"
"Now there you are wrong, Dr McKay. If it were just you I wanted, I could have taken you at any time during the last couple of months. Colonel Sheppard however, does not always accompany you, therefore when my spies watched you arrive, and seen you together…well let's just say I am pleased to be finally able to carry out my plans."
John smirked "You were waiting on me? My, I am flattered, but also curious. Why me? I'm a soldier, not a scientist…and if I'm so important to your plans, why do you want to shoot me?"
"All these questions!" Marcen raised his voice, his impatience evident. "As I've already said, you will find out a little later. In the meantime, where we are going is not as secure as I would like, and you, Colonel Sheppard are a dangerous man. Therefore, it's my intention to incapacate you, not kill you, just to negate that threat. Plus with you injured, it is unlikely Doctor McKay would run off leaving you behind."
"I have to admit, that's one weird plan you have there, chief. Seriously though, a good stout piece of rope or even chains usually do the trick in keeping me in line." John saw Marcen continue staring at him, with a look which told him his day was about to get a whole lot worse.
"Not impressed by the traditional methods are you? Okay…If I really have to choose, what about there." Sheppard pointed to the upper bicep of his left arm. He gave Rodney a lopsided grin. "Always wanted to score a hat-trick."
Marcen smirked. "I've always enjoyed your sense of humour, Colonel. However, I was thinking more along the lines of which leg."
Sheppard knew he wasn't getting out of this one. There was no Ronon or Lorne, or anyone else coming to their rescue…He glanced over at Rodney, trying to reassure him, but failed miserably as the guy looked horrified. Well…here goes nothing "Left calf. But wait just a minute; I want McKay out of harm's way just in case you miss."
"I never miss, Colonel. My mother was in the militia, and she put a gun in my hand as soon as I was able to walk."
Although he was expecting it, red hot lead piercing though his skin always hurt like a bitch. One minute he was standing, staring his enemy in the face, next he was lying on the ground, clutching his right thigh, writhing in pain. He felt sick and dizzy but he suppressed a groan as McKay quickly came to his side.
"What kind of a man are you? I mean its bad enough you shoot him, but can't you even get that right? He said the left calf and you shoot him in the right thigh, you moron!"
"I…think…he…knew…Rodney."
Blood was leaking from the wound, and John could feel his pulse racing, with beads of sweat running down his face. He wasn't a medic, but he'd been shot enough times to know it was a through and through, fortunately missing the femoral artery. Nevertheless shock was often a side effect of gun shot wounds, and he could feel it setting in fast.
Concern was etched on Rodney's pale face as he quickly grabbed a field dressing from his vest, and bound it tightly around the wound. John knew it had to be done, but it hurt like crazy and he hissed in pain. "I'm sorry, John, but I have to stop the bleeding."
ooooOoooo
Sheppard's eyes, glazed with pain caught his "It's… agh…okay, Rod…"
Rodney hated to witness the pain on John's face, his friend's eyes watering as he struggled to conceal his agony, only his furrowed brow revealed how much he was hurting. Anxiety threatened to overwhelm him when John choked on a cry as he pressed hard against the gaping wound, but the blood still flowed freely. He frantically reached for another dressing to staunch the blood seeping through his fingers, alarmed when he heard a groan and turned to see John's eyes close over, as his body went limp and he fell unconscious upon the dry, dirt road.
He panicked, as his friend passed out in front of him, and turned to confront Marcen. "Just so you know, if he dies, you'll get no help from me you bastard! I hope where ever the hell you're taking us has a doctor, because if Sheppard doesn't get medical attention soon, he'll bleed to death. And, excuse me for stating the obvious, but he won't be any use to you then!"
ooooOoooo
Marcen ignored the outburst, and nodded to two of his men who lifted the limp body of the stricken man, while one of the others pushed Rodney around, threw a burlap sack over his head, then tied his hands firmly behind his back with thick rope. Only once he was satisfied neither man could pose a threat, did Marcen touch the bracelet revealing its secret. Within seconds the landscape distorted into a shimmering echo of itself, revealing a large rectangular doorway into another location. He scanned the area making sure there were no witnesses to the abduction, only then signalling his men to take the prisoners through, before following them into the void, quickly disappearing from sight, leaving only a pool of blood behind.
TBC
Please review, and let me know what you think.