Natural Selection

Jared Sengir had heard news of the others. He wasn't the least bit surprised and quite frankly, he hadn't felt alive since Starr had robbed him of his life long talent. He had already began withering away emotionally even before all of the chaos at One Night Stand, and as he sits without Scarlett to quell his loneliness, he was once again alone.

He often reflected on where things began to go wrong. He had thought his entire life had been filled with such darkness with the Left Hand but to finally find some light in his life with Scarlett and Tyler. That was his true solace. Although, he was created and groomed by the lowest life forms imaginable he had somehow escaped that hell and lived happy for sometime with an angel in the closest thing he could picture was like heaven.

EHHHHHHHHHHHH. "Sengir!"

But now. On behalf of the dark...

Jared stood up in his cell. He imagined The Baphomet would be immense but he had long expected this. He knew the others had met their fate and only once had he met this dark man who has somehow managed to get inside of solitary confinements and safe houses to do the devil's work. He knew that this man was notorious and nefarious but extremely talented... but it was no accident he had such ease of access to these specific people; it only stood as a testament to just how much Danny Starr had failed to accomplish what the Legacy couldn't accomplish in centuries.

Footsteps began approaching Jared's cell. They weren't heavy foot steps as he had expected but the footsteps of prison guards approaching. When they come to his cell, without a single word, the one pulls out a key and unlocks it manually. The other peering passed Jared as if he was invisible. He looks nervous.

"Donahue..." his voice nearly cracks, "Get out here."

The prisoner who shared a cell with Jared had recently reawakened from a cat nap and was a bit oblivious to the commotion.

"I said DONAHUE!" The guard repeats, louder, more stern.

"I'm comin'!" He utters with a thick Boston accent.

"Now!" The guard is urgent.

"What's going on fellas?" Sengir asks, but no answer. The guards only look to his eyes and without verbal communication, the fear says it all: Even they were compromised. It was happening all over again.

"Jesus Christ." Jared lets out under his breath, sitting back down to the bed. The guards leave the cell open wide as they escort Donahue away from sight. After a moment passes and Jared looks over at the open cell, he doesn't even bother to head for it. He already knows what lurks beyond that sharp turn away from this rancid cell.

A heavy foot step finally approaches. Jared's eyes close as the footsteps draw near and finally into his cell. Jared looks up and sees who he had long expected.

"The Baphomet." Jared says, but no greeting returns.

Instead, The tall dark natured man walks closer to him, and Jared feels his heart begin beating a thousand miles a minute.

"I know why you're here." Jared says.

"Good." The Baphomet finally speaks, and reaches into the inside of his coat. Jared can't help but peek from his peripherals in anticipation of what twisted means of execution was in store for him.

"A needle..." Jared is surprised, "Lethal injection seems a bit... merciful for someone like you."

"This..." The Baphomet says, grabbing Jared's exposed arm and pulling it closer to him, "Is not for you. It's for us."

Jared is confused as he feels the point of the needle enter his vein. A quick pierce and it's clear that blood is being drawn from him.

"What is this..." Jared asks, "What are you doing?"

"Do you remember me, Jared?" The Baphomet interrupts, "I remember when you were no taller than my knee cap. So innocent. You were so special to Dermot."

"I try to forget those days..." Jared winces as a full syringe of blood is captured and retrieved from his arm. The Baphomet released the cylinder and screws a cap on it for safe keeping and places both into the inside of his coat where they originated from.

"We thought you would be the one to fulfill the Left Hand's destiny." Baphomet continues, "What, with your special abilities. Abilities that were given to you as a gift and then... you betrayed us, didn't you?"

Jared looks down. "What are you going to do with my blood?"

"And why did you betray us?" The Baphomet ignores his question, "For love."

"Yes..." Jared admits, "For Love. You say it like THAT'S the evil thing... when it was Dermot. It was you and the Left Hand. I wouldn't take it back if I could!"

"What a waste you were but, not all was wasted." Baphomet says, "Afterall, gifts can be taken back but unlike the others, I hold a special place in my heart for you."

"What does that mean?" Jared asks.

"I will let you go on living. And you will go on to live on and on watching the only thing you care for diminish from existence..." Baphomet says, "My personal gift to you."

Baphomet expects Jared to beg but instead, he begins to laugh. This catches Baphomet off guard, unsure of it's reasoning; perhaps insanity. He simply turns from him to leave the cell but Jared's laughter becomes greater, prompting Baphomet to turn to him in curiosity.

"You lose, you son of a bitch!" Jared laughs again.

"Excuse me?" The Baphomet asks.

"That blood... that gift you are taking back..." Jared attempts to get the words out in between his hysterics, "It's useless!"

"Useless? How?" Baphomet staggers back to him, grabbing his gray collar of a shirt the prison had provided him. "SPEAK!" and his intimidation falls short as Jared continues to laugh.

"Danny... Starr...." Jared is out of breath, "He made it... go away..."

"Made.. WHAT... go away?" The Baphomet is becoming impatient.

"My...powers..." Jared chokes, "That blood... is... use..less..."

The Baphomet simply stares at him, unsure what to make of this new information.

"Useless." Baphomet repeats.

"Yes...." Jared squeezes out from his throat.

"Then your suffering will not appease me." Baphomet growls, "You see, I was promised the Legacy to do with as I please and nothing would please me more than to torment you for eternity as you rot away with the knowledge I was torturing your wife but without this gift to return... I cannot give you the gift I wanted. This... is disappointing."

The Baphomet drops Jared and he falls to the hard floor.

"You have always been useless." Baphomet reaches up and with a frustrated haste rolls out his tongue to quickly press the tip. Jared's head begins to bleed from it's orifices as Baphomet storms out of the cell and passed the guards. His left hand lifts as he continues passed them, and theirs go up to him before quickly putting them down and rushing back to Jared who has now departed, lying facedown in a puddle of his own blood.