antigwenallies | HAPPY HALLOWEEN

Title: Happy Halloween
Author: Haces222
Rating: Hard R for gore (hopefully)
Characters: Team Torchwood plus Gwen
Summary: Gwen is having a bad day

Authors notes: This was inspired by Amythest and her horror fest as well as my major dislike for the character. This is also inspired by all the lectures I had to listen to as a child in the London Museum. It's my first real go at something other than humour or smut so please be kind.

Gwen slowly came back to herself for a few seconds she didn’t know where she was, but once she’d got her bearings she realised the hard cold surface she was on was Owen’s autopsy table. And the cold feeling on her wrists and ankles were handcuffs. For a minute she’d thought this was just a joke you know tease the newbie on Halloween but she quickly discovered she was wrong.

Gwen tried to pull against the bindings holding her in place but no matter what she did they wouldn’t budge. She tried screaming for help but no sound came out and straining her eyes into the darkness all she could see was several what looked like floating white heads.

One of the white floating heads moved towards her and as it got closer she realised that it was in truth a figure all in black with a white ‘Scream’ mask on. If she could have laughed at the old cliché she would have that was until she saw the small but deadly looking scalpel in their hand.

Suddenly a voice very quietly said “You know the Assyrians were a remarkable people.”

Huh
thought Gwen, what’s that got to do with anything Jack and stop pissing about.

Almost as if he heard her or read her mind Jack continued, “The Assyrians had an interesting way of dealing with the captives, they used to flay them alive.”

Gwen’s eyes widened as she took in the scalpel and the white floating heads behind the figure, she then began struggling in earnest. Jack looked round and said “Yan could you do something about the flapping about it’s incredibly distracting.”

One of the other figures in black stepped forward with a syringe and none too gently jabbed her with it. Immediately she felt her muscles become incredibly heavy so she could barely move, but she could still feel.

With tears leaking from her eyes all she could think about was why were they doing this to me I thought Jack liked me? Jack looked at her and as he stepped forward with the scalpel raised he said almost conversationally “But of course we’re not your Torchwood.” And in one swift move he sliced a piece of skin from her ankle.

She couldn’t move and she couldn’t scream all she could do was watch through her tears as blood pooled in the tiny inch square wound he’d made.

Taking the piece of skin delicately between his thumb and forefinger Jack dropped it into a stainless steel bin that Ianto had thoughtfully placed beside him before continuing. “We are their doppelgangers’ their exact opposites. Inclining his head towards the bin and Ianto “except some thing’s are so ingrained that even an evil double can’t help but do it. Oh and if you think team Torchwood will ride into here and rescue you yet again, don’t bother, my Ianto is particularly efficient in the use of recton and an expert in leaving no triggers. To them you stumbled into their Hub and just as quickly stumbled out. And Rhys is just grateful to get rid of you.”

Slowly and methodically Jack sliced her flesh time and time again until her blood was running in rivulets and pooling on the floor underneath the autopsy table. Gwen felt herself black-out when suddenly freezing cold water was thrown over her and she hears Tosh’s voice snarl “Oh no you don’t, where’s the fun if you’re not awake to enjoy it.”

Jack laughed as he once again sliced another piece of flesh from the vicinity of her knees and throwing it in the bin he then tapped her knee with the scalpel and asked, “Do you know how long the ancient Assyrians could keep a person alive while they played?”

Gwen couldn’t do anything just try and convey her fear and helplessness in her eyes and hope they took pity on her.

Totally ignoring the look Jack continued “No, the Assyrians could keep a person alive for four or more hours. Now we’ve been at this for two hours, and to be frank I’m getting bored, so Tosh if you would do the honours.

The figure he’d called Tosh walked forwards, and Gwen couldn’t help but notice she had what her Ianto had called the life knife (how ironic). Pulling up her mask Tosh gazed at her and Gwen looked into the face of the woman she thought of as a acquaintance.

Holding the knife in both her hands Tosh growled “You were never a part of Torchwood and now you never will be.” Then she bought the knife down in one swift move and buried it up to the hilt in Gwen’s chest.

DEATH BY TORCHWOOD