Fic - Violated (Chapter 6)
Title: Violated
Author: Carole B.
Series: Torchwood
Characters: Gwen Cooper, Ianto Jones, Jack Harkness, PC Andy Davidson, Owen Harper
Pairings: Ianto/Jack, Owen/Other
Gen/Het/Slash: Het, Slash
Warnings: Torture, Forced Sex, Violence, Language
Rating: R/NC-17 for the Prologue
Crossover: None
Word Count: 15,600
Beta: Time Hound
Summary: A serial killer has been flouncing around Cardiff, using the name Jack Harkness. When the team starts investigating the murders, they have doubt whether it is really Jack or not. To their shock, they find out it is someone really close to them, someone who shouldn’t exist.
Author’s Notes: Written for the 2011 tw-bigbang. Big thank you to my awesome artist hollymarchosias. Thanks to my friends who pushed this to get down, and thanks to Liz who gave me last minute line changes. The Prologue is very dark and graphic - if you wish you can skip over the Prologue and start with Chapter 1.
CHAPTER FIVE
Artwork by hollymarchosias
Chapter 6
Andy scuffed his shoe along the pavement. When Sgt. Thompson had found out Gwen was Torchwood and was suddenly in his ‘domain’ there had nearly been a ruckus. The man had been brought down from London, apparently Cardiff had a problem with keeping good officers alive, couldn’t imagine why. Gwen had gotten out before the Seargant found her, but he found out that Andy had been her partner and waited for him specifically to start his shift.
After an hour talking with the boss, Andy finally got out of there by suggesting he walk the streets, looking for the murderer, since he knew what Harkness looked like. Gwen seemed so certain that it wasn’t her Captain Jack, but then again, Andy had felt certain that his Gwen would never join a bunch of crazies like Torchwood. Sure, it hadn’t been a bad thing, brought out some new qualities in her, but it also brought out some harsher qualities.
He tossed out the ‘to-go’ cup of tea he had been sipping on as he walked the beat. The resounding thump as it landed in the bin did nothing to stop his mind from rehashing everything it could about this case. There was something Gwen wasn’t telling him, and he was damn sure she had pocketed something from the convenience store across the way the night before.
One of the few clues they had to go on was that the murderer struck in places where there was no CCTV cameras. It was like they knew the city like the back of their hand, or like Torchwood. Andy found himself loping along one of the alleyways that did not have cameras in it. He propbably should have a partner with him, but he really didn’t feel like answering any questions and dealing with the ‘poor sod, his partner tired of him so they turned to Torchwood’ look.
There was a club three blocks down, and several old warehouses along this stretch of road. Enough places for a gang of teenagers to have a free-for-all and not run into any of their old mans. Andy leaned up against the corner of one of the warehouses, pulling a notebook from his trouser’s pocket. Flipping it open, he reminded himself about some of the particulars of the case. If it wasn’t Harkness, this bastard was one nasty piece of work and needed to be caught.
Andy found himself ruminating on whether it would be a good thing if the murderer was Harkness. If it was the Captain, they knew where to find him. Yet, at the same time, that meant Gwen was wandering around with a sadistic son of a bitch and could be the next body he had to go pick up. Andy visibly shook at that thought. He didn’t want to let his mind go there. Stuffing the notebook in his back pocket, it caught on the pocket’s edge as his mind was distracted by a guy heading straight for him.
“You the police?” The younger looking guy said, keeping his head down.
“Aye. Constable Andy Davidson,” Andy replied, standing up straight, one hand on his baton that hung off his belt. He could hear the notebook hit the ground behind him, but something made him on edge suddenly. Something didn’t feel right about this guy.
“Andy… Davidson…” The other guy drawled his name as if he was testing it out with his lips.
“What about it?”
The man lifted his head, looking at Andy. His eyes looked darker than coal, and seemed to be staring straight through Andy. He looked on either side of Andy and smiled a feral grin, stepping closer to Andy. A chill ran up his spine as Andy pulled the baton from his belt loop.
“Listen, I think you need to step back.”
The man continued to move forward, the lamplight reflecting off his face. Andy’s brows furrowed in recognition. That was one of Gwen’s mates from Torchwood in front of him. His breathe caught in his throat as his mind finished the sentence. One of Gwen’s mates who was dead.
“You need to stop right where you are,” Andy said firmly, standing his ground.
“I could,” the guy replied. Andy struggled to remember his name. “But, I know you’re alone. I’ve been watching you for the last half hour. If you had a partner that gave a rat’s arse, I would have seen them by now. You are all alone.” The man smiled that icy smile again. “With me.”
“Stay put,” Andy said, fumbling for his mobile.
His radio crackled, grabbing his attention. It was then that the dead man sprang out at him, hands clasped around his throat. Andy wrapped his fingers around the guy’s wrists, trying to pry the hands away from his neck. The man pushed Andy into the wall, banging his head against the hard brick. Andy’s teeth knocked and he felt the wind rush out of him. This bastard was damn strong.
Andy brought his knee up into the bloke’s groin, aiming for the pain. The man stumbled back, and Andy flew head first at him, shoulder to the other guy’s stomach. They both landed in a heap on top of the trash bins, sending a stray cat bolting down the alley. The man flopped around on the ground and jammed a finger into the area between the bone on Andy’s collar. Andy tried to breathe through the pain.
The man struggled to his knees and dropped his elbow across Andy’s windpipe. Breathing was starting to not become an option. Straddling Andy, his knees digging into the officer’s kidneys, the bastard put his fingers along the veins under his jaw and squeezed them together as he dug out a white cloth. Pressing it against Andy’s mouth, Andy tried to not breathe in the sweetly sickening stench, but eventually had no choice.
“Never killed a copper before,” Andy heard the guy mutter as he world went dark.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Author: Carole B.
Series: Torchwood
Characters: Gwen Cooper, Ianto Jones, Jack Harkness, PC Andy Davidson, Owen Harper
Pairings: Ianto/Jack, Owen/Other
Gen/Het/Slash: Het, Slash
Warnings: Torture, Forced Sex, Violence, Language
Rating: R/NC-17 for the Prologue
Crossover: None
Word Count: 15,600
Beta: Time Hound
Summary: A serial killer has been flouncing around Cardiff, using the name Jack Harkness. When the team starts investigating the murders, they have doubt whether it is really Jack or not. To their shock, they find out it is someone really close to them, someone who shouldn’t exist.
Author’s Notes: Written for the 2011 tw-bigbang. Big thank you to my awesome artist hollymarchosias. Thanks to my friends who pushed this to get down, and thanks to Liz who gave me last minute line changes. The Prologue is very dark and graphic - if you wish you can skip over the Prologue and start with Chapter 1.
CHAPTER FIVE
Artwork by hollymarchosias
Chapter 6
Andy scuffed his shoe along the pavement. When Sgt. Thompson had found out Gwen was Torchwood and was suddenly in his ‘domain’ there had nearly been a ruckus. The man had been brought down from London, apparently Cardiff had a problem with keeping good officers alive, couldn’t imagine why. Gwen had gotten out before the Seargant found her, but he found out that Andy had been her partner and waited for him specifically to start his shift.
After an hour talking with the boss, Andy finally got out of there by suggesting he walk the streets, looking for the murderer, since he knew what Harkness looked like. Gwen seemed so certain that it wasn’t her Captain Jack, but then again, Andy had felt certain that his Gwen would never join a bunch of crazies like Torchwood. Sure, it hadn’t been a bad thing, brought out some new qualities in her, but it also brought out some harsher qualities.
He tossed out the ‘to-go’ cup of tea he had been sipping on as he walked the beat. The resounding thump as it landed in the bin did nothing to stop his mind from rehashing everything it could about this case. There was something Gwen wasn’t telling him, and he was damn sure she had pocketed something from the convenience store across the way the night before.
One of the few clues they had to go on was that the murderer struck in places where there was no CCTV cameras. It was like they knew the city like the back of their hand, or like Torchwood. Andy found himself loping along one of the alleyways that did not have cameras in it. He propbably should have a partner with him, but he really didn’t feel like answering any questions and dealing with the ‘poor sod, his partner tired of him so they turned to Torchwood’ look.
There was a club three blocks down, and several old warehouses along this stretch of road. Enough places for a gang of teenagers to have a free-for-all and not run into any of their old mans. Andy leaned up against the corner of one of the warehouses, pulling a notebook from his trouser’s pocket. Flipping it open, he reminded himself about some of the particulars of the case. If it wasn’t Harkness, this bastard was one nasty piece of work and needed to be caught.
Andy found himself ruminating on whether it would be a good thing if the murderer was Harkness. If it was the Captain, they knew where to find him. Yet, at the same time, that meant Gwen was wandering around with a sadistic son of a bitch and could be the next body he had to go pick up. Andy visibly shook at that thought. He didn’t want to let his mind go there. Stuffing the notebook in his back pocket, it caught on the pocket’s edge as his mind was distracted by a guy heading straight for him.
“You the police?” The younger looking guy said, keeping his head down.
“Aye. Constable Andy Davidson,” Andy replied, standing up straight, one hand on his baton that hung off his belt. He could hear the notebook hit the ground behind him, but something made him on edge suddenly. Something didn’t feel right about this guy.
“Andy… Davidson…” The other guy drawled his name as if he was testing it out with his lips.
“What about it?”
The man lifted his head, looking at Andy. His eyes looked darker than coal, and seemed to be staring straight through Andy. He looked on either side of Andy and smiled a feral grin, stepping closer to Andy. A chill ran up his spine as Andy pulled the baton from his belt loop.
“Listen, I think you need to step back.”
The man continued to move forward, the lamplight reflecting off his face. Andy’s brows furrowed in recognition. That was one of Gwen’s mates from Torchwood in front of him. His breathe caught in his throat as his mind finished the sentence. One of Gwen’s mates who was dead.
“You need to stop right where you are,” Andy said firmly, standing his ground.
“I could,” the guy replied. Andy struggled to remember his name. “But, I know you’re alone. I’ve been watching you for the last half hour. If you had a partner that gave a rat’s arse, I would have seen them by now. You are all alone.” The man smiled that icy smile again. “With me.”
“Stay put,” Andy said, fumbling for his mobile.
His radio crackled, grabbing his attention. It was then that the dead man sprang out at him, hands clasped around his throat. Andy wrapped his fingers around the guy’s wrists, trying to pry the hands away from his neck. The man pushed Andy into the wall, banging his head against the hard brick. Andy’s teeth knocked and he felt the wind rush out of him. This bastard was damn strong.
Andy brought his knee up into the bloke’s groin, aiming for the pain. The man stumbled back, and Andy flew head first at him, shoulder to the other guy’s stomach. They both landed in a heap on top of the trash bins, sending a stray cat bolting down the alley. The man flopped around on the ground and jammed a finger into the area between the bone on Andy’s collar. Andy tried to breathe through the pain.
The man struggled to his knees and dropped his elbow across Andy’s windpipe. Breathing was starting to not become an option. Straddling Andy, his knees digging into the officer’s kidneys, the bastard put his fingers along the veins under his jaw and squeezed them together as he dug out a white cloth. Pressing it against Andy’s mouth, Andy tried to not breathe in the sweetly sickening stench, but eventually had no choice.
“Never killed a copper before,” Andy heard the guy mutter as he world went dark.
CHAPTER SEVEN