The Apsaras Series 2:
Some Call Her Serqet
By: Stacy L.
CATEGORY: Angst, Drama, POV, Vingette
TABLE FIC
PROMPT: #030. Death
WARNINGS: Dark, Disturbing Imagery, Violence
COMPLETED:
AUTHOR’S NOTES: Serqet is an Egyptian goddess of the
underworld. She is often referred to as
the scorpion goddess and is a protector of the dead and of the living.
This story serves as
a response to the stargatefic100 LiveJournal challenge community for my Daniel
Jackson table.
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They call me an animal. They call me a monster. They call me
wicked, perverse and derranged. They push me and push me, driving me down,
driving me deeper into despair.
I tell them I'm not an animal, and they laugh at me. One pulls me violently
upright, ordering me to stand on all fours, while the other ties a rope around
my neck and yanks until I can barely breathe. They laugh harder telling me I'm
nothing but a pathetic beast. I fight. I try to resist yanking against the
chains that secure me fast to the floor. The more I resist the harsher they
yank until my ears start to ring and blackness stalks me, threatening to
capture me...
Sometimes I find myself wishing for death, praying and hoping that they will
succeed in ending my life, that their sinister games will one day go too far.
Does that mean I'm lost, a hopeless cause? No, I don't think so, for I fight so
hard against them. I fight to live. I fight to survive and even when I feel the
angel of death draw near I still fight. I fight her, and I resist her lure.
She visits me often and stands by watching, waiting... She knows death is close
for me now, and she's ready to welcome me into her open arms. She watches and
waits ready to accept me into her care and guide my spirit away. Sometimes I'll
gaze at her, beckon her to come closer, but she just shakes her head forming
three words that come to me in a whisper, "Not
your time..."
Sometimes I'm angry with her. Sometimes I'm hopeful when I see her, and other
times I tremble before her not wanting to die. As if she senses my fear she
again shakes her head and softly whispers, "It's
not yet your time."
If it's not my time then why does she visit? Is it because she can see how very
close I wander to the edge of death, or is it for another lost soul trapped in
these horrifying dungeons? I wonder sometimes if she visits me to give me hope
and urge me to fight. I know that sounds silly, the angel of death providing
hope, but for some that is what she is, while for others she's their worst
nightmare.
"It's not yet your time..."
She rarely speaks, except those haunting words over and over to me. She's a
comfort to me. She's a sign of hope. I know that someday it will be my time,
and I believe when she finally appears before me that I'll gladly go with her
and finally I will have peace. Finally, I will be free. I wish I could say
there was another means of escape for me, but I fear there is none. I am among
those lost souls that time has forgotten. I am one of those souls that has
fully merged with darkness and silence, for if no one knows you're among the
living how then are they ever to save you?
I smile as I see her again and this time she beckons me. Should I follow or
should I stay? Is it my time or is she just visiting me? I see her reach for
me, closer now then ever before, but she does not touch me. Instead I see a
lone tear tumble down across her beautiful pale cheek as her hand hovers as if
to stroke my face and offer comfort, but all she has to offer me are five words
that she sadly repeats:
"It's not yet your time..."
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