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Post by Owen Harper on Sept 6, 2011 0:21:16 GMT -5
It was a stupid idea. Owen wanted out of the coffin. Shoving the top off, he saw he was in funeral home. So, that’s where he needed to be. Looking around, he could see there was heat sensors. Those don’t work on his dead skin. He needed to work and he had to be careful too.
Climbing out of the coffin, Owen was spooked of the idea as he climbed out of a coffin. Quickly, he moved to the double doors, he placed his ears up against the oak door. Owen still had his hearing, but it was quiet.
He was turning the knob, it was not lock. Slowly opening the door, Owen figure it was safe. These goons did not think a dead guy would be sneaking around their establishments.
It was easy, he was moving around looking for the alien artifact they knew that was in the funeral parlor. Moving to the last room, it was an hour or so. He found the artifact. It was locked. That was okay. He had the pick locker, but, he placed it down. It did not work. Why wasn’t it working? It was him, he was not living. Why did he not test it before he moved on this mission?
Owen pressed his ear piece, “I found the alien artifact but I am unable to unlock it. The place is rigged. The only way is the sunlight window. What do we do, copy?” he was thinking it was easy for the person to come down, but getting was a tricky situation for Owen. “We can have someone come down through the window, open the lock and you leave me behind.” He was saying as he was looking around. “And I go back in my coffin and you pick me up…any other plans?” It was one of those missions was going too well. It was too easy. And that mean something bad was going to happen.
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Post by Owen Harper on Sept 29, 2011 22:48:42 GMT -5
It was like Owen was not being heard from the outside, he had tried to find a way out but he was trapped. He went climb back in the coffin, closing it and wish that he find Jack opening the lid.
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Not to Owen's knowledge, this was indeed a setup to capture the dead walking man. It seemed someone had something they wanted from the dead man.
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It was dark opening, opening his eyes he was seeing dark green, Owen could not see nothing but dark green goo. Screaming, he realized he was somewhere and he had no idea where he was. It was like he was underwater but he eventually saw his hand in the green goo. If he had a heart, it would be beating against his chest.
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Post by Sarah Jane on Sept 29, 2011 23:31:31 GMT -5
26 Hours Later
"Mr.Smith, still no word from Owen?"
"No Sarah Jane, I have received no form of communication from Owen Harper."
She leaned on the console a little, eating a cookie. Hoping her computer did not notice, she brushed some crumbs off it's case.
"Run a Wild Goose Chase Search triple A, Mr.Smith. Parameters are Torchwood and subsequent names and call signs. Cross with recent events and chatter on their lines. Third loose parameter is Owen Harper." Her voice dropped, for she always felt a little pain that Owen was dead. It also seemed equally rude to think of him as his vitality status. "Top priority, second search last vector, same search, add 'dead'. Run search, Mr.Smith."
"Yes, Sarah Jane. Compiling."
Suddenly, her cookie tasted like dust in her mouth. She put it down, no longer hungry, and worry plucking at the strings of her soul.
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Post by Owen Harper on Sept 30, 2011 20:00:50 GMT -5
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As the funeral parlor was not all empty there guards but they are not seen. But under ground lab there was a rich man who owned the estate. He was into studying super natural. He was on studying on a Jack Harkness and a story about a place name Torchwood that existed in Scotland. How did he get this? Who knows, it could be Fate?
Anyways, the man learned about Owen being a walking dead man and he read about this glove. Fate was his imagination as she had visited him to hope she could undo what Jack wanted. Instead, Fate was wrong because this man was not a nice man. He was a disturbed, like he was a mad scientist. He was happy because he had an alien cat nurse from the future was working with him. It was like he was lucky.
So he had Owen Harper in a round tank, the same they had in the episde reset. Okay, this man was mad like those people. He worked for them and he got his hands on some of the things that Torchwood thought was destroyed. Yes, the aliens where destroyed but he was lucky to get what he needed to for his experiment or specimens.
The nurse cat was tilting her head, “He is indeed dead. He is aware he was inside but he has no body signs,” she said looking at the shady man.
“Well, Subject 42 is dead,” he said as he was placing his hand on his tube. “We need to know more about him. He will not grow old. The liquid will keep his skin from decaying…Sad,” he was looking at the nurse cat. “We will need to see what we can learn from him…”
“He is alive. But his body is dead. Does this make you wonder? What makes him existing?” she was fascinate too because she was sinister like him.
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What Mister Smith will note was the last time Owen vanished was the area near the funeral parlor but he does not know the exact location. The man had technology to block subspace and technology waves for all communications. It works both ways. If he is in trouble he will be unable to call for help.
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Post by Sarah Jane on Oct 1, 2011 15:55:44 GMT -5
It was an agonizing hour. The dialog between Sarah Jane and Mr.Smith was almost like an argument, so used to speaking in code was she, and so well self-programed was Mr.Smith, now in his way used to her vagrancies of speech. It was so easy to see the pattern now, and she didn't like it's web at all. Owen had been lured away. Tricked. He'd taken his last assignment over his phone. But it hadn't been Jack he'd been talking to. It instead had been an elaborate construction of Jack's voice and speech patterns giving the details. Jack, and the rest of Torchwood were away. Out of reach, even to her this moment. They had been fooled as well into thinking that Owen could not make it. She listened to recordings back and forth, sussing out what had happened, clearly seeing how the two stories conflicted. It was all some elaborate plan for someone to get their hands on Owen undetected. She knew, at least where he had been last. A funeral parlor that was currently out of business, but so recently it wouldn't show up in a casual Internet search that way. Mr.Smith was never casual. "Sarah Jane, I have reconstructed the last communication from Owen Harper. The quality is quite poor, and I am now reading a full black out of signal in that area. No signal will penetrate. Shall I play that recording now, Sarah Jane?" Mr.Smith asked. Sometimes she wondered if he wasn't gaining a personality again, something more mild something with flavors of Ianto. Mr.Smith almost sounded concerned about playing the recording. "On the speakers, please, Mr.Smith." She nearly whispered. “I found the alien artifact but I am unable to unlock it. The place is rigged. The only way is the sunlight window. What do we do, copy?” Owen was saying, distorted and ghostlike. There was no answer. Sarah Jane swallowed hard and looked at the flowing glowing lights on Mr.Smith's screen as if answers might appear there. "If you make any contact with Owen, Mr.Smith, tell him I'm coming." Her hazel eyes have gone as dark as a storm. ----------------------------- Two hours later, she parked a block from the Brennamen's Funeral Parlor. She got out of the car carrying a briefcase which she put on the ground. Sarah Jane is dressed for the solemn and formal occasion of a visit to a funeral parlor, but her boots had steel toes, and she is wearing a very slim line bullet proof vest under her jacket. Her face is grim as she leans across her car, aiming her Alien Detector device in the direction of Owen's last known whereabouts. Her hair is blow back from her bold cheekbones, her eyes squinted against that chill autumn breeze. It is near twilight, but not too late. She got a reading and frowned at it. Catkind. What were they doing here? What were they doing with Owen? She shuddered, wondering if he'd fallen into the hands of the Sisters of Plenitude. She walked a long way around the block from her car, and came up through a neighboring yard, slinked around a fence, and fetched up against the side of the building toward the back.  |
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Post by Owen Harper on Oct 2, 2011 21:20:10 GMT -5
Narrator
Owen was lying on a bed now. The man and the nurse were staring over Owen. Looking at the man with a needle in his hand, he was scared darn. He was trying to see where he was. They had everything blocked. Fighting to move, he was figuring he was strapped down.
“Don’t fight,” the nurse said. “You break yourself.”
The man with the needle, “We worked hard to get you here too,” he said, placing the needle down where Owen could not see the needle.
Shaking his body but he could see he was not moving, “Let me go!” he yelled. They have strapped down good. He was trying to see what the man with the needle did with it.
Looking at the needle, it had fluid in it, “It seemed your brain is not dried up,” he said.
Being unable to feel the response of the cold chill of the horror of something was being done and not feeling was horror shocking. Owen did what he could do. He yelled at the top his lungs. The cat nurse covered her ears and the man quickly placed a muzzle on Owen’s mouth. “You will be quiet,” the man said.
The nurse placed a white sheet over Owen’s head and he saw white. He was fighting his body. “Doctor he is trying to fight,” she said to the man.
He goes throws the sheet off Owen’s face, “YOU WILL BE QUIET!”
“mmmmnn mmmm mmmm!!!!!” Owen growled at the man.
“Fine, your mistake,” he said, pressing a button. The ceiling panel slide to show Owen a mirror to show he was locked down on the bed. The man picked a scalpel, showed it to Owen. The man took it down to heart area where he shot. “We can start cutting you open and see inside,” he placed the scalpel down. “Is that we should do?”
“Mmm mmma” Owen yelled through the muzzle, closing his eyes and open because he was scared. The man did not cut him there, but he quickly sliced a half inch on his right shoulder. “That is for you to know I mean business.”
The nurse end up sewing it back up, “You need to cooperate or you make it hard on yourself.” Owen started to get anxious, “Shh…you need to cooperate you have no choice.”
Cut to.
Inside the funeral parlor are the sisters doing their walk. They even have nuns as guards. This was not going to be easy for Sarah Jane.
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Post by Sarah Jane on Oct 8, 2011 1:55:35 GMT -5
Boldly through the front, she thought, striding that-a-way. The guards were a surprise. Two of them looming up, glowing in her night vision.
There were always multiple plans.
"Giant Cat People!! Giant Cat People!!" She shrieked wildly. Sarah Jane flailed dramatically, backpedaled, and pinwheeled back into the night. She would go back to the car, drive around the block, and collect more gadgets. Perhaps the Bubble Shield or the Sonic Bomb. Three seconds later, she was throwing all those ideas out, and changing her course at a dead run for the back door.
Sarah Jane could hear Owen screaming.
"Oh, Owen!" His name was yanked out of her in her horror for him. In horror of realizing just how far away he was, and in how much trouble. It was a sound of animal anger, muffled as it was by walls and distance.
Her feet were moving, mind blank for an instant. This was improvise Jazz, now, a song she had learned to play from one of the best. She could not let her fear for him interrupt her thinking. With an icy smooth move, she put on her day night vision shades gifted her for her 60th birthday. She dare say they were from the future. Quite stylish.
Down three steps to a back door that she quickly disabled the alarm and opened the lock with her Sonic. She slipped in and leaned against the door to see what she could see. The back door bell was wired along the outside of the wall, and she swung the Sonic through a sympathetic 880, ringing the front doorbell. She ran toward the main hall as she recalled it from Mr.Smith's diagram. Along the way she saw a fire extinguisher and stopped to yank it free. She ran with it in one hand and her sonic in the other following the raised voices, her heart in her throat.
She nearly smashed the door open. Owen was there. Strapped down, gagged and in terrible terrible trouble. Three Catkind were in the room. She aims the fire extinguisher at the first two, one a nurse for certain, and blast them with the oxygenless freezing storm, bracing her small form against the power of it.
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Post by Owen Harper on Oct 15, 2011 21:32:20 GMT -5
The smashing sound startled Owen. The man could not see but he heard hissing from the female cat people. It was like hopeless. He had a muzzle where he tried to call out.
NarratorThe nurses hissed, falling to the ground as they had lost air. There was still standing, her claws where out, “You are going to die,” she hissed and leaped at Sarah Jane and she was going for the kill. Good thing for Sarah Jane, the nurse did not have ninja skills. She tried to claw Sarah Jane and knock her down. Kitty want to play with the red head. /end Narrator |
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Post by Sarah Jane on Oct 16, 2011 15:38:53 GMT -5
Sarah Jane did not have Ninja skills either. However, she had learned something very important. Not to hesitate. As the Catkin was threatening to kill her, Sarah Jane tried another blast on the extinguisher, but it did no more than cough. Feline swift now that the Nurse Cat was done speaking, it pounced at her, claws extended. Sarah Jane palmed her Sonic, and took the big metal canister in two hands, swinging up and connecting with it's lower jaw. snapping it's head back. The red canister flew from her grip then, impact shock breaking her hold.
That left the Catkin 'doctor' who now held both needle and scalpel the immobilized Owen.
She'd had a grand plan about a blinding flash-bomb, then taking out the lights and navigating by her day night glasses. In that moment though, she saw it was entirely too much of a risk. The answer was simple. Left handed, she whipped out her Kimber Solo sub-compact 9mm pistol. She had promised Jack she would carry it.
She shot Dr.Kitty right in the head.
Two seconds later, an alarm was going off, but Sarah Jane already had one of Owen's hands loose and was slapping her gun into it.
"Owen!" She sobbed with relief to have found him, and in horror to find him in such a state. She scrambled for his other hand, her own hands ferocious on the restraint.
She'd slipped a little on something on the way. Something that felt soapy on the floor.
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Post by Owen Harper on Oct 16, 2011 22:45:50 GMT -5
The reflection of Sarah Jane in the ceiling mirror startled Owen. He was thankful she was there, “Sarah Jane! You’re not JACK!” He was being truthful. That Jack Harkness was not here saving him but Sarah Jane. “Where is Jack?” he was worried something had happened to the team.
Moving up from the bed, that Sarah Jane got him loose and he heard a clang on the floor. He was looking at the gun on the floor. He did not feel the gun in his hand, he wasn’t paying attention. He climbed off the bed, grabbing the gun and he was naked.
He saw the white foam on the floor where the caitlin’s were lying on the floor. He saw the one Caitlin dead the one Sarah Jane shot. That was not something good to see, he knew how Sarah Jane felt about killing.
Looking at the mirror, he saw the needle point mark in his temple. He was trying to see if they did more. He was not able to see it because he can’t see through his hair. What were they doing? He saw the tank he was in. He did not believe what he was seeing.
He was looking at his mark on his reflection in the mirror. . He moved his hand over his bullet wound on his chest and he realize a small flesh was missing off him. What were they doing to him? He had no way to express it but he wanted to scream. He quickly moved to Sarah Jane. “Okay, quickly tell me the short story on why you are here and Jack and the others are not here?”
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Post by Sarah Jane on Oct 17, 2011 23:09:10 GMT -5
He was a soldier for certain. All whip cord and scars. And dead; she could see the wound that had certainly killed him. Her heart ached for him, and in that moment she had a renewed burst of appreciation for her body filled with life to the brim. While Owen checked for damage, she shut the door and latched it.
It was when he came to her that she saw what they had done to him. A sound of distress, of offense forced it's way past the rising lump in her throat. Her jaw set. Her eyes flashed anger as she took a close look at the missing piece of flesh, seeing how deep it went seeing if they'd gotten inside him. Sarah Jane took Owen's face in her hands and looked at that puncture, teeth gritted with worry, but then her mouth softened, eyes darting to his haunted ones for a moment as she went back to that puncture, trying to fathom it.
"You were tricked into coming here. The rest of Torchwood is sent elsewhere and out of touch, but in no unusual trouble that I can tell. They were tricked into thinking you were unable to come." She said, giving him a reassuring smile and releasing his face. "I'm all the back up you've got today, son." She is already moving back to the table, picking up the instrument that looked the most likely culprit for the wound in Owen's head. She capped it and looked up at him. "We're going to have company in a moment, can you get us out of here? Have you got the juice? My car is near."
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Post by Owen Harper on Oct 19, 2011 22:14:48 GMT -5
As Sarah Jane was explaining that he was tricked he was concerned on the team now. What if they are in danger? His jaw locked as he was never lost that habit. It was the behavior. He was dead but he was still capable to react like a human.
“Juice? They can never take the juice out of me,” said Owen looking around the lab he was in. They had other specimens he figured. They are barbarians. “Yes, but, I need to have something on,” he said, handing her the gun. “Give me a minute to get clothes.” The funny thing it was not he was naked but clothes had something Owen needed. It was like armor for him.
Taking one of the garments of the nurses, he slipped it on. It looked tight on him but he had no idea how it looked because he had no way feeling it. Taking the syringes from the Caitlin and he took the stethoscope too. He went to Sarah Jane’s side, taking the gun back. “The doctor is back,” said Owen, he was reaching for Sarah Jane and signaling him to quick hide behind a cloth wall because someone was coming.
As they gone to cover, a Caitlin was shocked of the mess, she quickly ran back to where she was. “Come on…” there was a sound of metal stepping on the floor. “Oh…” he said as a Cyberman entered the room. “Oh you are kidding me.. I thought we hit the climax of danger.” Owen said, getting gun read to shoot. He stepped out from the curtain.
”You will drop the weapon,” the Cyberman said to Owen with his hands down and not up.
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Post by Sarah Jane on Oct 23, 2011 0:57:17 GMT -5
She was profoundly glad he was on his feet. The odds were grim, but improving each moment. While Owen got something to wear, she went back to the table and found the large, palm sized patch of skin that they had taken from Owen. It did quite give her the heebie geebies, and goosebumps all up her arms, but she did manage to get it into a baggy and stuck it most unceremoniously into her pocket.
Owen came back and immediately tugged her behind a curtain. Every muscle in her body froze when she heard the step of a Cyberman. She recognized it instantly, and her body simply locked up. To her horror, Owen stepped out of their hiding place to confront it. Her hand darted out to catch his sleeve, but he was already moving too strongly, and her own grip disturbingly weak with her fear.
The fool. Didn't he know anything about Cybermen? Perhaps it would have ignored Owen had he come out unarmed, but now there was every chance the Cyberman would kill him with little warning.
She would have to go there. For one instant she had thought maybe she could just hide this one out, but now she'd have to go. Her hands did not work as deftly as she'd like as she reached inside her bag and brought out the box and dial of her Bubble Shield. It felt like she was on stilts as she lurched out from behind the curtain, came to a stop beside Owen, and activated the shield with a twist.
Oh, please, God help me, I'll never get over the size of Cybermen.
Iridescent light blew out from the center of the square brown box, looking very much like an giant illuminated bubble from a child's wand. It grew large enough to encompass Owen and herself with room to spare. It flashed into being just an eyelash before the Cyberman raised it's hand to point at him and shot. The blast flared harmlessly against the shield.
It was soon enough. The shield was strong enough. It was a very good shield.
She snapped a fierce glance at Owen, registering for the first time that he'd squeezed himself into one of the Nurse's outfits. For a split second a smile wrestled for face time, but lost to fierce.
"Rule one with Cybermen. Don't draw a weapon unless you have one that can beat it." Then she turned to the angered Cyberman waiting outside the shield.
"What are you doing here?" She demanded.
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Post by Owen Harper on Oct 23, 2011 21:27:23 GMT -5
The Cyberman stepped close to the bubble. The man was in the bubble with the woman. The red hair lady asked why the Cyberman was here. It took a moment for the Cyberman to register and answer the question. “I am here because I was taken,” it replied.
Owen looked at Sarah Jane, “That did not sound right,” said the dead man looking at the Cyberman. “What do you mean taken?”
“Taken here,” the Cyberman replied. “I am last. You will be one of us.”
“Crap!” Owen said to the Cyberman. He was cursing other colorful words. Placing his hands in his pocket, “Mad Scientist was mad enough to kidnap a Cyberman…Almost mad as Ianto hiding a Cyberwoman in our base.”
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Post by Sarah Jane on Nov 5, 2011 15:59:59 GMT -5
It seemed unimportant that she could not imagine how they'd captured a Cyberman. Here it was, giant and stinking of hot metal and whatever it lubricated itself with. She'd never forget their smell. She had to take a moment to make herself stop shaking. To stop fearing it.
You're inside the Bubble Shield with Owen, she insisted to herself in her own mind. Don't fear, just fix the problem.
Owen's words penetrated her mind then, and she gave him a sideways look. Just what sort of shenanigans was Jack allowing over at Torchwood these days? Cyberwoman at the bace? REally.
Sarah Jane turned to her more immediate problem. The CyberMan in front of her.
"We will not be one of you. No human will, the Earth is defended. You said yourself, you are the last. That's because we killed the rest of you who tried to assimilate us. You're free now, however the Catkin held you before, you are free now."
Then she said something she almost couldn't believe. Though, she found herself doing many things she could not believe since she had befriended Owen, her fragile hero. That instant, she had to push away the recent memory of pointing a gun right at the Dr.Cat and pulling the trigger. There had been no more time. Owen was dead, he would not have been able to heal whatever more damage or threat Dr.Cat had intended. Dr.Cat who now lay in a slick, fatty puddle of his own brains just a meter away.
"You'll have no luck here, Cyberman, I suggest you take the only transport out of here, the Catkin ship, and try your luck elsewhere." She should find a way to get the thing out of commission, but she and Owen were in way over their heads. Send the thing back to space and let the Doctor deal with it.
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