Fic: What I've Done
Title: What I've Done
Series: Torchwood
Characters: Suzie Costello, Jack Harkness, Owen Harper, Toshiko Sato, Ianto Jones
Rating: NC-17
Beta: knitchick1979
Spoilers: They Keep Killing Suzie (TW 1.8)
Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood or the characters therein, they belong to the BBC and RTD. Any original characters and places are my property.
Summary: Suzie is already headed towards her downfall, whether she realizes it or not yet.
Author's Note: Written for the tw_lucky_ 7 prompt of "Suzie." It was an open sin challenge, so I really took the challenge on and have ALL SEVEN SINS in this story: pride, lust, envy, sloth, greed, wrath, and gluttony!
What I've Done
Suzie Costello loved how the pathetic little man seemed to shiver and shake when she uttered that she was Torchwood. She grinned inwardly. Torchwood was the only thing that seemed to matter to her anymore. Well… as far as Torchwood would take her and her ambitions.
She pulled herself up to her full height and literally looked down upon him. She smoothed down his sweater, pushing hard into his gut. She then tapped him lightly on the side of the cheek. Looking around his rancid flat, she shrivelled up her nose. Suzie picked up the alien knife, caressing it with her hands. She could practically hear it hum in her palm.
“This is it?” she said, her voice loud and clear.
“I found it for ya, now leave me the hell alone you bloody bitch.”
She crouched down, not deeming to put herself on her knees, in front of the man. About to say something, Suzie stopped herself. For all the faults she had, she was a better person than this hoodlum could ever hope to be.
“I hate to tell you this,” She said, her voice flat. “I’m not a bitch.” With that, Suzie plunged the knife upwards into the man’s gut. This time she smiled broadly as he couldn’t utter a groan through the pain. She was smart, damn smart, and knew just where to stab a man that he wouldn’t scream. No one was better than she was when it came to things like that, and Harkness had never taught her anything she didn’t already know.
She yanked the blade out of his gullet and wiped it clean on his sweater. Suzie did not leave anything to chance, she was that good. Sliding the blade into her bag, she walked through the mess of a life her fence had had, her shoes not touching a soiled speck of shit on the entire floor. Closing the door tight, she smirked, knowing the police wouldn’t find the body for days since he had been so intent on keeping away from humanity, and lived alone in an old industrial quarter. Plus, like they would even be interested in someone like him - the police would figure he got what was coming to him.
Suzie hummed to herself as she sat down behind her workstation. Jack had been so pleased she had located the knife that went with the glove. It actually felt good to do a good job for once, She watched as Owen laughed with Toshiko and took off, barely giving her a look. Ever since she had fucked him senseless for three weeks, Owen didn’t give her the time of day unless he had to.
She found herself drawn to Toshiko. Looking the younger Asian woman up and down, Suzie let her mind wander to all the little things she wanted to do to Toshiko. In her mind, she saw herself out to dinner with her co-worker, They would have a couple of drinks and then Suzie would take Toshiko back to her flat. She was smaller than Suzie and would be easy to overpower.
Once inside her flat, she would tie Toshiko down to her bed. The cuffs wouldn’t hurt much, at least Owen hadn’t complained. Once she had Toshiko down for the count, she would take her time unbuttoning the other woman’s top, lingering over her chest. She would run her fingers around Toshiko’s nipples, then give them a punch, eliciting a moan from the woman spread under her. Suzie would take one of Toshiko’s nipples in her mouth, suckling on it like a babe and giving it a nip with her teeth. She would lick all along Toshiko’s chest, her tongue leaving little trails of spit behind.
Working her way down Toshiko’s body, she would gently slide Toshiko’s skirt up to the woman’s waist, her fingers digging into the Asian woman’s hips. Ripping off her panties, Suzie would use them to gag the Toshiko’s mouth with so all she could do was plead with her big, dark eyes. Starting at Toshiko’s knee, Suzie would work her way up the inner thigh, blowing and kissing her way to Toshiko’s pussy. Darting her tongue in and out, Suzie searched out Toshiko’s clit, flicking at it with the tip of her tongue. As Toshiko bucked under her ministrations, Suzie would bite down on one of Toshiko’s pussy lips. Sucking on the growing bruise, she would definitely leave a mark so anyone who ventured that far with Toshiko would know she had been taken.
“Suzie? Did you finish the report on the properties of the knife yet?” Jack asked, standing above her, arms folded across his chest.
“Right here,” she stated, handing him the black file folder, without taking her eyes off Toshiko
Jack’s eyes followed her gaze. He let out a grunt and snatched the folder from her hands. Flipping through it, he acted surprised. “Amazing work considering you seem so distracted lately.”
“I get it done, don’t I?”
“Of course you do,” Jack stated, shooting her a small smile. “Why don’t you go home and get some rest?”
“I thought I could-”
“Go home before I make it an order.”
Suzie let out a sigh and shakily stood up, her body flush from the thoughts she had been having about Toshiko. She grabbed her coat and headed out the main cog door not even bothering to say good-bye to anyone. Exiting into the tourist office, she was surprised to see Ianto still hard at work - doing God knows what.
“Oh, hello Ianto.”
“Hello,” he said, not looking up from the computer terminal behind the main desk in the tourist office.
“Jack have you working late?”
“You could say that,” he stated, looking up at her.
“Going to be here long?”
“Perhaps,” he replied, giving her a weak smile.
“Don’t let Jack boss you around too much, he has a habit of doing that.”
“I’ll be fine. I have a special pot of coffee made so he’ll relax.”
“Decaf?”
“Sure,” Ianto said, looking back down at the computer. “Have a good night.”
Suzie shrugged her shoulders and headed out into the night thinking on how lucky Ianto was. Oh, the boy had secrets, she was certain of that. One look at his eyes told you he had secrets. But it was the other look that she envied. No matter his secrets, he had a purpose to his life. He had something that pushed him forward, day-by-day. Ianto had something to work towards. What did she have compared to him? A couple of hopes and dreams and a chance at true power? Ianto had something to live for and she found herself hating him for it.
She slumped home, crashing on the sofa as soon as she walked through the door. Dropping her bag next to her, Suzie knew she should work on testing the glove, that’s why she had dragged it home to her flat, but she just didn’t want to. Flopping her hand around the cushions, she found the remote and turned on the radio. Some insipid DJ was prattling on about finding true love. Suzie should have changed the station, but that would have involved moving. After listening to the sixth sappy love song, she couldn’t take anymore and decided she should eat something.
With a grunt, Suzie pushed herself up from the couch. Plodding into the kitchen area she leaned against the refrigerator and let out a sigh. Heaving the door open to the icebox, she scanned shelf by shelf with her eyes only, not even wanting to bend over. For lack of anything else, Suzie grabbed a jar of peanut butter from the top shelf and unscrewed the cap, tossing it back into the refrigerator. Because it would involve actually moving over to the utensil drawer and taking a spoon out, Suzie instead opted for the old standby of scooping out some with her finger and licking it off. She leaned against the refrigerator door, eating peanut butter and ruminating on nothing.
Calling in dead was an option with Torchwood, but that would likely mean Jack would have sent Owen over to check on her, which could have easily turned into a big mess once he walked back into her home. Instead, she just lay in her warm, toasty bed, huddled under the blankets and glanced at her mobile across the room on the dresser. She would just stay here as long as it took Torchwood to call.
At around 5:00 that evening, Suzie decided to finally roll out of bed. There was a Pilgrim meeting that night and she wasn’t about to give up on the work she had been doing with Max Tressillion. She threw on a nice pair of trousers and a simple top. Grabbing her bag, she headed out for the meeting.
After the meeting, her and Max had their usual post-meeting snack and coffee at the small cafe down the street. As per usual, after two cups of coffee, Max went to the loo and Suzie slipped the retcon into his cup. They finished off their drinks and headed back to his flat where she would teach him what kind of people Torchwood was. As he stumbled across his threshold, Suzie punched Max across the jaw. He moved to fight back, but the retcon made him slow. She was glad she wouldn’t be the one around when Max’s conditioning took effect and he finally got to swing out at Torchwood with full force.
“I could not stop for death…”
Suzie worked out the kinks in her neck as she walked across the Plass towards Torchwood. She was exhausted, despite taking the day off yesterday, and she knew Jack would probably come up with some vile case for her to spend her day on, if Owen hadn’t already sabotaged her work area. Sometimes leaving them to their own devices for more than a day was never a good idea.
She barely said ‘good morning’ to anyone on the team as she went to work evaluating the Resurrection Gauntlet. This was her baby. Sure, she was the tech person, but the Gauntlet was hers, and no one was going to take it from her. Everyone else had tried to use it, and the closest to getting it to work had been Ianto. Of course Suzie figured that was because Yvonne Hartmann had demanded that everyone at Torchwood One have some kind of psychic ability. Jack had been a little less needy when it came to abilities like that.
She discreetly pulled the metallic glove from her handbag and found herself stroking along the fingers. It was cool from the air outside, but she swore she heard it speak to her soul. It promised her things that would be just hers alone - immortality was but one gift that would be bestowed upon Suzie Costello. She admired how it seemed to flash its brilliance in the fluorescent lights of the Hub. Out of the corner of her eye, Suzie saw Toshiko and Jack head into autopsy and took the moment to hug the glove to herself, feeling its warmth surround her. It was all hers.
Keeping busy and finishing her reports on time, Suzie had kept herself form attracting any undue attention from Jack all day. As he ran out on a Weevil call, she let out a sigh of relief. Jack had been giving her strange looks all day. She inwardly groaned as Owen came over to her work area. Suzie tried to not pay attention to him, but he just stood there.
“What?” she asked, terseness in her voice.
“Listen, I don’t know how to say this-”
“Then don’t.”
“I know about your father.”
Her head snapped up, fire burning through her entire body. She didn’t even want to know about her father, how had Owen heard anything? “You spying on me now, you little shit?”
“No. I have a friend who works at the hospital-”
“You have actual friends and not just one-time shags? Imagine that!” Suzie let out a scoffing laugh.
“Never mind me trying to be nice to a bitch like you.” Owen turned away from her.
Suzie had to think fast. She didn’t want anyone to know about her father. “I’m sorry, Owen.”
Owen stopped dead in his tracks. “What?” He turned back to look at her.
“Maybe you’re right, I think I need to talk about it.” She tried to look contrite, every effort the worried daughter. “Perhaps you could come by my place so I can talk about it. I don’t exactly feel like talking about personal stuff here,” she said, twirling her finger around to indicate the entire Hub.
“Your place?”
“Not like you’ve never been there before,” she chimed in, gathering her stuff to leave for the night.
“Last time wasn’t exactly just talking,” Owen stated, shoving his hands deep into the pockets of his jeans.
“I could really use someone to talk to,” she said, her voice low and sad sounding.
“All right, fine,” Owen said as he hurried and grabbed his leather coat. While he did that, Suzie pocketed a spare bottle of retcon from her desk.
Owen could act like he cared, if he could ever be bothered. It would have been a nice quality to him if Suzie didn’t think he was such an arsehole. She kept careful tabs on his reaction as they both drank her good scotch. She could see his pupils start to dilate as he got even more tired. Suddenly, Owen’s head jerked up and he focused on Suzie.
“You put something in the drink.”
“Bright boy,” she stated, standing up, her glass on the side table.
“You retconned me.”
“What made you finally figure that out?”
“You never talk this much.”
“Because you never shut up.” Suzie stood over Owen and slapped him hard across the face.
His head snapped to the side. Owen tried to get up from the sofa, but Suzie clocked the side of his head, making him stumble back. She caressed his head, entwining her fingers in his hair, and then yanked him off the couch by his hair.
“You are a smug, cocky, bastard Owen Harper.”
“And you are?”
Suzie punched him in the neck, listening to his breath catch in his throat. He started rasping, and Suzie just laughed. She was going to have fun tonight, and Owen wouldn’t remember a thing. Reaching down, she slipped her hand into his shirt and ran her fingernails along his chest, making him hiss. Her fingertips found his nipple and pinched it hard, squeezing and pulling. As he grabbed at her hand, Suzie kneed him hard in the groin, digging into his manhood.
Owen cried out, punching at her. One blow landed on her stomach, but Suzie fought to stay in control. Now was her chance to pay Owen back for all the shit he caused her. She brought her knee up, connecting with his chin, smirking as he fell backwards against the sofa. She straddled him, unbuckling his belt, as he fought to stay conscious. A wicked smile played across her lips as she partly hated the fact that he wouldn’t remember how she finally paid him back.
Suzie still chuckled into her coffee as she sat at the back table of the coffee shop. Owen had been beside himself trying to explain to the team how he got so pissed at the bar, the girl he had been picking up had instead got so rough she left him bruised, including in places he wouldn’t even let Jack go near. She had worked him over so good, she took pride in how injured he had been, limping around the Hub, protecting what shred of manhood he had left.
She spotted her victim, leaving his girlfriend working behind the counter. Suzie quickly finished off her coffee and left the shop, her head down, like any other woman out alone at this time of night. He ducked into a nearby alleyway, and Suzie kept pace, her heart racing. She wanted this so badly. Her palms itched for the kill as she grasped the handle of the blade hiding out in her handbag.
It was tricky, being this close to the Hub, but Suzie had to be on call for when Torchwood picked up the police blotter and took the case. She had convinced Jack they needed to test the glove on real humans and the sooner to when they had died, the better it would work.
The boy continued to walk, oblivious of the woman following him. Suzie could smell his aftershave on the wind, licking her lips in anticipation. Her body thrummed with the need to kill. She had to kill him, it was demanded of her if she was truly worthy of the glove. Moving close to him, Suzie matched his steps, stride by stride. Before he could look back, she swung the knife free of her bag and plunged it into his back.
He could hardly cry out as she punctured his lung through the intercostal muscle. His body flailed, as she could feel the life force drain from him, some of it going into the knife. Suzie closed her eyes a brief moment, delighting in the ecstasy of the kill. Knowing she was god above some poor, unfortunate soul made her feel full of life. There was nothing like the moment of the kill. If she didn’t eat or drink for days she would survive off the high this kill gave her.
As he crumpled to the pavement, Suzie could feel her eyes glass over. She could nearly orgasm from the sensations a successful kill gave her. Exhaling a slow sigh, Suzie took a moment to feel the tingle throughout her body. She broke from her reverie as footsteps echoed off the pavement at the entrance to the alleyway. Suzie ran, back to the Hub. If Jack ever knew how high her actual kill count was, he would never sleep at night knowing she was around. What was one more murder when it made her feel so good?
Series: Torchwood
Characters: Suzie Costello, Jack Harkness, Owen Harper, Toshiko Sato, Ianto Jones
Rating: NC-17
Beta: knitchick1979
Spoilers: They Keep Killing Suzie (TW 1.8)
Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood or the characters therein, they belong to the BBC and RTD. Any original characters and places are my property.
Summary: Suzie is already headed towards her downfall, whether she realizes it or not yet.
Author's Note: Written for the tw_lucky_ 7 prompt of "Suzie." It was an open sin challenge, so I really took the challenge on and have ALL SEVEN SINS in this story: pride, lust, envy, sloth, greed, wrath, and gluttony!
What I've Done
Suzie Costello loved how the pathetic little man seemed to shiver and shake when she uttered that she was Torchwood. She grinned inwardly. Torchwood was the only thing that seemed to matter to her anymore. Well… as far as Torchwood would take her and her ambitions.
She pulled herself up to her full height and literally looked down upon him. She smoothed down his sweater, pushing hard into his gut. She then tapped him lightly on the side of the cheek. Looking around his rancid flat, she shrivelled up her nose. Suzie picked up the alien knife, caressing it with her hands. She could practically hear it hum in her palm.
“This is it?” she said, her voice loud and clear.
“I found it for ya, now leave me the hell alone you bloody bitch.”
She crouched down, not deeming to put herself on her knees, in front of the man. About to say something, Suzie stopped herself. For all the faults she had, she was a better person than this hoodlum could ever hope to be.
“I hate to tell you this,” She said, her voice flat. “I’m not a bitch.” With that, Suzie plunged the knife upwards into the man’s gut. This time she smiled broadly as he couldn’t utter a groan through the pain. She was smart, damn smart, and knew just where to stab a man that he wouldn’t scream. No one was better than she was when it came to things like that, and Harkness had never taught her anything she didn’t already know.
She yanked the blade out of his gullet and wiped it clean on his sweater. Suzie did not leave anything to chance, she was that good. Sliding the blade into her bag, she walked through the mess of a life her fence had had, her shoes not touching a soiled speck of shit on the entire floor. Closing the door tight, she smirked, knowing the police wouldn’t find the body for days since he had been so intent on keeping away from humanity, and lived alone in an old industrial quarter. Plus, like they would even be interested in someone like him - the police would figure he got what was coming to him.
Suzie hummed to herself as she sat down behind her workstation. Jack had been so pleased she had located the knife that went with the glove. It actually felt good to do a good job for once, She watched as Owen laughed with Toshiko and took off, barely giving her a look. Ever since she had fucked him senseless for three weeks, Owen didn’t give her the time of day unless he had to.
She found herself drawn to Toshiko. Looking the younger Asian woman up and down, Suzie let her mind wander to all the little things she wanted to do to Toshiko. In her mind, she saw herself out to dinner with her co-worker, They would have a couple of drinks and then Suzie would take Toshiko back to her flat. She was smaller than Suzie and would be easy to overpower.
Once inside her flat, she would tie Toshiko down to her bed. The cuffs wouldn’t hurt much, at least Owen hadn’t complained. Once she had Toshiko down for the count, she would take her time unbuttoning the other woman’s top, lingering over her chest. She would run her fingers around Toshiko’s nipples, then give them a punch, eliciting a moan from the woman spread under her. Suzie would take one of Toshiko’s nipples in her mouth, suckling on it like a babe and giving it a nip with her teeth. She would lick all along Toshiko’s chest, her tongue leaving little trails of spit behind.
Working her way down Toshiko’s body, she would gently slide Toshiko’s skirt up to the woman’s waist, her fingers digging into the Asian woman’s hips. Ripping off her panties, Suzie would use them to gag the Toshiko’s mouth with so all she could do was plead with her big, dark eyes. Starting at Toshiko’s knee, Suzie would work her way up the inner thigh, blowing and kissing her way to Toshiko’s pussy. Darting her tongue in and out, Suzie searched out Toshiko’s clit, flicking at it with the tip of her tongue. As Toshiko bucked under her ministrations, Suzie would bite down on one of Toshiko’s pussy lips. Sucking on the growing bruise, she would definitely leave a mark so anyone who ventured that far with Toshiko would know she had been taken.
“Suzie? Did you finish the report on the properties of the knife yet?” Jack asked, standing above her, arms folded across his chest.
“Right here,” she stated, handing him the black file folder, without taking her eyes off Toshiko
Jack’s eyes followed her gaze. He let out a grunt and snatched the folder from her hands. Flipping through it, he acted surprised. “Amazing work considering you seem so distracted lately.”
“I get it done, don’t I?”
“Of course you do,” Jack stated, shooting her a small smile. “Why don’t you go home and get some rest?”
“I thought I could-”
“Go home before I make it an order.”
Suzie let out a sigh and shakily stood up, her body flush from the thoughts she had been having about Toshiko. She grabbed her coat and headed out the main cog door not even bothering to say good-bye to anyone. Exiting into the tourist office, she was surprised to see Ianto still hard at work - doing God knows what.
“Oh, hello Ianto.”
“Hello,” he said, not looking up from the computer terminal behind the main desk in the tourist office.
“Jack have you working late?”
“You could say that,” he stated, looking up at her.
“Going to be here long?”
“Perhaps,” he replied, giving her a weak smile.
“Don’t let Jack boss you around too much, he has a habit of doing that.”
“I’ll be fine. I have a special pot of coffee made so he’ll relax.”
“Decaf?”
“Sure,” Ianto said, looking back down at the computer. “Have a good night.”
Suzie shrugged her shoulders and headed out into the night thinking on how lucky Ianto was. Oh, the boy had secrets, she was certain of that. One look at his eyes told you he had secrets. But it was the other look that she envied. No matter his secrets, he had a purpose to his life. He had something that pushed him forward, day-by-day. Ianto had something to work towards. What did she have compared to him? A couple of hopes and dreams and a chance at true power? Ianto had something to live for and she found herself hating him for it.
She slumped home, crashing on the sofa as soon as she walked through the door. Dropping her bag next to her, Suzie knew she should work on testing the glove, that’s why she had dragged it home to her flat, but she just didn’t want to. Flopping her hand around the cushions, she found the remote and turned on the radio. Some insipid DJ was prattling on about finding true love. Suzie should have changed the station, but that would have involved moving. After listening to the sixth sappy love song, she couldn’t take anymore and decided she should eat something.
With a grunt, Suzie pushed herself up from the couch. Plodding into the kitchen area she leaned against the refrigerator and let out a sigh. Heaving the door open to the icebox, she scanned shelf by shelf with her eyes only, not even wanting to bend over. For lack of anything else, Suzie grabbed a jar of peanut butter from the top shelf and unscrewed the cap, tossing it back into the refrigerator. Because it would involve actually moving over to the utensil drawer and taking a spoon out, Suzie instead opted for the old standby of scooping out some with her finger and licking it off. She leaned against the refrigerator door, eating peanut butter and ruminating on nothing.
Calling in dead was an option with Torchwood, but that would likely mean Jack would have sent Owen over to check on her, which could have easily turned into a big mess once he walked back into her home. Instead, she just lay in her warm, toasty bed, huddled under the blankets and glanced at her mobile across the room on the dresser. She would just stay here as long as it took Torchwood to call.
At around 5:00 that evening, Suzie decided to finally roll out of bed. There was a Pilgrim meeting that night and she wasn’t about to give up on the work she had been doing with Max Tressillion. She threw on a nice pair of trousers and a simple top. Grabbing her bag, she headed out for the meeting.
After the meeting, her and Max had their usual post-meeting snack and coffee at the small cafe down the street. As per usual, after two cups of coffee, Max went to the loo and Suzie slipped the retcon into his cup. They finished off their drinks and headed back to his flat where she would teach him what kind of people Torchwood was. As he stumbled across his threshold, Suzie punched Max across the jaw. He moved to fight back, but the retcon made him slow. She was glad she wouldn’t be the one around when Max’s conditioning took effect and he finally got to swing out at Torchwood with full force.
“I could not stop for death…”
Suzie worked out the kinks in her neck as she walked across the Plass towards Torchwood. She was exhausted, despite taking the day off yesterday, and she knew Jack would probably come up with some vile case for her to spend her day on, if Owen hadn’t already sabotaged her work area. Sometimes leaving them to their own devices for more than a day was never a good idea.
She barely said ‘good morning’ to anyone on the team as she went to work evaluating the Resurrection Gauntlet. This was her baby. Sure, she was the tech person, but the Gauntlet was hers, and no one was going to take it from her. Everyone else had tried to use it, and the closest to getting it to work had been Ianto. Of course Suzie figured that was because Yvonne Hartmann had demanded that everyone at Torchwood One have some kind of psychic ability. Jack had been a little less needy when it came to abilities like that.
She discreetly pulled the metallic glove from her handbag and found herself stroking along the fingers. It was cool from the air outside, but she swore she heard it speak to her soul. It promised her things that would be just hers alone - immortality was but one gift that would be bestowed upon Suzie Costello. She admired how it seemed to flash its brilliance in the fluorescent lights of the Hub. Out of the corner of her eye, Suzie saw Toshiko and Jack head into autopsy and took the moment to hug the glove to herself, feeling its warmth surround her. It was all hers.
Keeping busy and finishing her reports on time, Suzie had kept herself form attracting any undue attention from Jack all day. As he ran out on a Weevil call, she let out a sigh of relief. Jack had been giving her strange looks all day. She inwardly groaned as Owen came over to her work area. Suzie tried to not pay attention to him, but he just stood there.
“What?” she asked, terseness in her voice.
“Listen, I don’t know how to say this-”
“Then don’t.”
“I know about your father.”
Her head snapped up, fire burning through her entire body. She didn’t even want to know about her father, how had Owen heard anything? “You spying on me now, you little shit?”
“No. I have a friend who works at the hospital-”
“You have actual friends and not just one-time shags? Imagine that!” Suzie let out a scoffing laugh.
“Never mind me trying to be nice to a bitch like you.” Owen turned away from her.
Suzie had to think fast. She didn’t want anyone to know about her father. “I’m sorry, Owen.”
Owen stopped dead in his tracks. “What?” He turned back to look at her.
“Maybe you’re right, I think I need to talk about it.” She tried to look contrite, every effort the worried daughter. “Perhaps you could come by my place so I can talk about it. I don’t exactly feel like talking about personal stuff here,” she said, twirling her finger around to indicate the entire Hub.
“Your place?”
“Not like you’ve never been there before,” she chimed in, gathering her stuff to leave for the night.
“Last time wasn’t exactly just talking,” Owen stated, shoving his hands deep into the pockets of his jeans.
“I could really use someone to talk to,” she said, her voice low and sad sounding.
“All right, fine,” Owen said as he hurried and grabbed his leather coat. While he did that, Suzie pocketed a spare bottle of retcon from her desk.
Owen could act like he cared, if he could ever be bothered. It would have been a nice quality to him if Suzie didn’t think he was such an arsehole. She kept careful tabs on his reaction as they both drank her good scotch. She could see his pupils start to dilate as he got even more tired. Suddenly, Owen’s head jerked up and he focused on Suzie.
“You put something in the drink.”
“Bright boy,” she stated, standing up, her glass on the side table.
“You retconned me.”
“What made you finally figure that out?”
“You never talk this much.”
“Because you never shut up.” Suzie stood over Owen and slapped him hard across the face.
His head snapped to the side. Owen tried to get up from the sofa, but Suzie clocked the side of his head, making him stumble back. She caressed his head, entwining her fingers in his hair, and then yanked him off the couch by his hair.
“You are a smug, cocky, bastard Owen Harper.”
“And you are?”
Suzie punched him in the neck, listening to his breath catch in his throat. He started rasping, and Suzie just laughed. She was going to have fun tonight, and Owen wouldn’t remember a thing. Reaching down, she slipped her hand into his shirt and ran her fingernails along his chest, making him hiss. Her fingertips found his nipple and pinched it hard, squeezing and pulling. As he grabbed at her hand, Suzie kneed him hard in the groin, digging into his manhood.
Owen cried out, punching at her. One blow landed on her stomach, but Suzie fought to stay in control. Now was her chance to pay Owen back for all the shit he caused her. She brought her knee up, connecting with his chin, smirking as he fell backwards against the sofa. She straddled him, unbuckling his belt, as he fought to stay conscious. A wicked smile played across her lips as she partly hated the fact that he wouldn’t remember how she finally paid him back.
Suzie still chuckled into her coffee as she sat at the back table of the coffee shop. Owen had been beside himself trying to explain to the team how he got so pissed at the bar, the girl he had been picking up had instead got so rough she left him bruised, including in places he wouldn’t even let Jack go near. She had worked him over so good, she took pride in how injured he had been, limping around the Hub, protecting what shred of manhood he had left.
She spotted her victim, leaving his girlfriend working behind the counter. Suzie quickly finished off her coffee and left the shop, her head down, like any other woman out alone at this time of night. He ducked into a nearby alleyway, and Suzie kept pace, her heart racing. She wanted this so badly. Her palms itched for the kill as she grasped the handle of the blade hiding out in her handbag.
It was tricky, being this close to the Hub, but Suzie had to be on call for when Torchwood picked up the police blotter and took the case. She had convinced Jack they needed to test the glove on real humans and the sooner to when they had died, the better it would work.
The boy continued to walk, oblivious of the woman following him. Suzie could smell his aftershave on the wind, licking her lips in anticipation. Her body thrummed with the need to kill. She had to kill him, it was demanded of her if she was truly worthy of the glove. Moving close to him, Suzie matched his steps, stride by stride. Before he could look back, she swung the knife free of her bag and plunged it into his back.
He could hardly cry out as she punctured his lung through the intercostal muscle. His body flailed, as she could feel the life force drain from him, some of it going into the knife. Suzie closed her eyes a brief moment, delighting in the ecstasy of the kill. Knowing she was god above some poor, unfortunate soul made her feel full of life. There was nothing like the moment of the kill. If she didn’t eat or drink for days she would survive off the high this kill gave her.
As he crumpled to the pavement, Suzie could feel her eyes glass over. She could nearly orgasm from the sensations a successful kill gave her. Exhaling a slow sigh, Suzie took a moment to feel the tingle throughout her body. She broke from her reverie as footsteps echoed off the pavement at the entrance to the alleyway. Suzie ran, back to the Hub. If Jack ever knew how high her actual kill count was, he would never sleep at night knowing she was around. What was one more murder when it made her feel so good?