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Post by Jack Harkness on Sept 15, 2011 14:17:40 GMT -5
Jack held his eyes out into the pitch darkness as Ianto opened..well..pushed the door from it's hinges.
The light of his watch reflecting on the shiny new metal as he stepped past.
The scent of death wafted through the air, a sickening smell filling his senses as he pressed a hand to his face.
Jack Harkness had smelled death before, but this smell was rediculous.
"...What died in here?" he groaned before looking at the dustless floor.
Why did everything look so old? Without dust and with new metal hinges?
"And how did it die?"
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Post by Ianto Jones on Sept 15, 2011 20:45:20 GMT -5
The candy eyed companion had not notice the smell liked Jack, but, Ianto quickly brought his right arm up to block the smell. Shiny steel hinges was weird to see, Ianto looked at Jack. That doesn’t look old. he said, looking in the shack. Hello? Anyone in there? he asked. Silence. It was a try.
"...What died in here? And how did it die?" The Welsh man glanced at Jack as he was talking. Dunno, the man replied.
Ianto saw a silver cylinder on the ground, he stoop down to pick it up with his left hand. It was a silver, seven inch long torch. It was shiny and it looked new. He pushed the button. No light. Ianto observed it. He locked the safety on Jack’s gun, placed it Jack’s holster. He opened the torch to see it had batteries. He rolled the batteries in his hands, there was no rust. He dropped the torch and batteries.
It doesn’t match. Rotted, dried up roots and shiny steel.
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Post by Jack Harkness on Sept 16, 2011 5:05:03 GMT -5
So they had shiney new metal and wood that seemed to be rotting for weeks already.
Someone either replaced the hinges and left something dead in the room.
Or something was sucking the life out of living things.
Jack glanced up at his latter thought, eyes on Ianto before he closed the distance between them.
Looking his friend in the eyes, wrist watch close to his face as he inspected him.
"No..it doesn't match at all..." he lowered his voice before he spotted something in the corner of the dark room.
Something he didn't really craved to see.
"Ugh..." Jack stepped away from Ianto and took a few steps closer to the rotting corpse.
The stench obviously originating from it.
"I found what we were looking for..."
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Post by Ianto Jones on Sept 18, 2011 1:40:41 GMT -5
Ianto was blinded by the corpse that lied on the corner of the shack. He stumbled outside in the pitch dark. It was too much for the eye candy. Bending over, Ianto was throwing up the popcorn he had with his nephew and niece at the cinema at the mall.
Narrator
The dead corpse looked like an old man whom was in his early hundreds. Ianto noticed it but it did not register, but, anyone who was looking at the dead body would recognize a few things. There were no maggots feeding off the body. If Jack’s looks closer he noticed the whole body was rotten. The button up barn jacket, the jeans and the work shoes don’t look rotten like the man. The clothes are in decent shape. The man’s glasses hanging on the neck. The steel frame was in good shape and no dust was collected on the lens of the glasses.
Now, IF Jack decided to look further in the shack. All the wood was indeed rotten but the objects seem fine and well kept. Again there is no dust on the stuff. IF Jack is careful looking further on his investigations he MIGHT notice the dead rats and dead spider in the spider’s web. The spider’s web seemed to be well shaped.
It might possible Jack and Ianto don’t notice all the details that are describe but there is hints that they will see.
/end Narrator
Ianto wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and wiped if off his pants. God he had a weak stomach. He never had that reaction. He felt tired. Jack? Eye Candy said as he was working his way to Jack. What’s was that?
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Post by Jack Harkness on Sept 18, 2011 7:53:28 GMT -5
Jack glanced back at Ianto who seemed to stumble back and out of the cabin.
He would grant him some fresh air, have a small investigation of himself.
He pressed his hand to his mouth and nose as he knelt down near the dead man.
No dust nor natural forms of decay. As if the body had been sucked dry by something.
Things were off, everything was off.
No dust, shiney metal and new clothes on a corpse that had been dead for weeks.
Getting up Jack walked out of the cabin, eyes on Ianto as he watched the man wipe his mouth.
"That was a dead guy...are you ok?"
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Post by Ianto Jones on Sept 18, 2011 12:16:28 GMT -5
"That was a dead guy...are you ok?
Yes, I will, he was looking down at the dried up corpse. Light, Ianto said as he moved the body and he reached behind the corpse’s back digging in the corpse’ back pocket. The eye candy had his eyes closed for he was digging for the man’s wallet. He held the wallet, shaking like a leaf, he opened the leather wallet. The man had an identification card that he was sixty years old and the date of his birth. Jack, he’s seventy two years old. The man had two credit cards, a bank card, some money notes and pictures of his family. The leather was in good shape. The eye candy was feeling tired, he yawned.
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Post by Jack Harkness on Sept 19, 2011 10:37:57 GMT -5
Seventy two year olds did not look like that.
This guy looked like he had been at least ninety when he died and already dead for at least a month.
When Ianto yawned Jack gave him a stern look.
He knew the man never exausted himself without a reason.
"Is our dead guy boring you?" he smiled a bit before walking back out of the cabin.
Blue eyes scanning the area and spotting the dark well.
A quick glance on his watch revealing very little.
The immortal walked up to the well and glanced at the rocks, fingertips brushing past stone before he leaned over a bit.
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Post by Ianto Jones on Sept 19, 2011 15:48:43 GMT -5
Is our dead guy boring you? Jack said. Ianto gave Jack a look of fear.
In respect to the dead, no, Ianto said. He feared to speak ill about the dead. It was an old wives tale. Ianto put the dead man’s hand on his decomposed chest. The coffee man was feeling sick in his stomach and stumbled after Jack and grabbing for Jack’s shoulder.
Narrator
As Jack’s hand brushed the stone a sound of splashing came from the well.
End Narrator
Ianto peeked over the well. JACK!
Narrator
A small naked child was in the dark water.
End Narrator
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Post by Jack Harkness on Sept 20, 2011 13:17:14 GMT -5
Jack had heard the splash but it seemed Ianto had found the source before he had.
A young and fragile looking child deep down below.
No sign of life until he spotted the small being moving.
There were several questions bubbling to the surface as he glanced down into the well.
First of all why the child was down there, second being where it came from. And more questions he didn't need to think of yet.
"We need to get that kid out of there..."
He took off his coat before looking back, the old rope of a pully lying in the dirt.
"Help me out here" he flashed the man a smile before picking the rope up.
Someone needed to get down there and get the kid.
And Jack wouldn't mind doing that at all.
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Post by Ianto Jones on Sept 20, 2011 21:08:04 GMT -5
Narrator
The child down below noticed the two men above. It was splashing the water. It was making happy moaning sounds.
/end narrator
Being in love with Jack was hard because Ianto cared for Jack all lot. It did show in his eyes. He blinked his blue eyes and nodded his head in understanding Jack. It was Jack who felt to be in the front line.
Taking Jack’s jacket and holding it. He can smell Jack’s scent off the old Air Force jacket. Jack loved this jacket because it was his lucky charm. It looked good on him. It made him sexy. It fitted him well. It was who Jack was. Reaching for the rope, Ianto held it to Jack. As he was handing it, Ianto yawned again. His eyes were heavy. He helped Jack to go down. Don’t break your crown, Jack
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Post by Jack Harkness on Sept 23, 2011 9:55:07 GMT -5
When Ianto yawned again Jack furrowed his brows, there was something around them that seemed to be sucking the energy out of everything.
Jack took the rope from his friend/lover and tied it around his wrist and the well itself.
He smiled a bit at Ianto's words before hopping up onto the stone ledge.
"Stay awake Ianto...can't have you falling asleep on me"
Also, Jack didn't want any wolf to take a bite out of his friend while he was down there.
Without much of a warning Jack began to lower himself down into the dark well.
The blue and red lights on his watch flashing faster the moment he got closer to the child.
"Hey..." he said with a hushed voice. "C'mere you.." He reached down with his free hand.
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Post by Ianto Jones on Sept 23, 2011 22:02:47 GMT -5
Ianto had let another yawn escape him as Jack dropped without a heartbeat. Ianto was worried for Jack. It was a healthy reaction because Ianto had deeply feelings for Jack
Narrator
The child was pleased to see the man. It was crying and reaching up to the man’s hand. It was hungry and it wanted food. It needed energy. It was getting some of it somehow, but it was like the old man and old woman who were helping him. The old couple tried to help the youngling. The old couple got tired and died on him. So, he went to find food and he stumbled out near the well and fell down and got trapped. He was real hungry too. The child was moving his lips, but he could not form words. Spit drooled down his lips and gave a small burp.
/Narrator
Meanwhile, Ianto was fighting to stay awake as he was watching Jack. The man felt he wanted to sleep now and there was movement behind him. Turning around, Ianto saw a wolf slowly crawling and it stopped. It collapsed. Ianto could not see it, but, he wasn’t sure it dropped dead.
Jack, hurry, whispering to Jack because Ianto was afraid he was going to be lunch to the other wolves.
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Post by Jack Harkness on Sept 26, 2011 11:58:58 GMT -5
Jack reached down for the child, his skin tingling with a strange sensation. As if he had been laying on it for hours.
Now was not the time to think of that though. He carefully grabbed the young child and pulled it up to his chest.
"Hello.." he smiled.
"I wonder what you were doing here..." he mumbled the words more to himself as to anyone else.
Jack made sure the child wouldn't fall down again by wrapping his shirt around it before buttoning it up again.
Once he heard Ianto he started to pull himself back up again.
"I'm hurrying already" he smiled as he yelled back up at Ianto.
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Post by Ianto Jones on Sept 27, 2011 14:39:54 GMT -5
Narrator
Wrapping his small arms around Jack’s neck the kid was happy that someone was here to save him. The kid was breathing in Jack’s ear as the immortal man was lifting him out of the well. It did not like the well because it was trapped.
/narrator
Blinking his eyes, Ianto reached down to take the child from Jack as Jack got close. “The wolves are slowly trying to get close, Jack,” he said.
The young child was standing with a small smile looking at Jack and Ianto. It seemed the child was pleased. He was stepping closer, reaching to hold their hands. Ianto let the child take his hand and Ianto yawned. “I need coffee,” he said to Jack. “Kids friendly, eh?”
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Post by Jack Harkness on Sept 28, 2011 12:50:47 GMT -5
Jack carefully raised both himself and the child from the dark well.
His wrist illuminating the wall as he cautiously climbed up.
Once his eyes found Ianto again his smile returned.
The strange tingling sensation ignored as he hoisted them both from the well.
"There" he smiled at the child before grinning at Ianto.
"We've got ourselves a kid"
Jack noticed the wolves as they dragged themselves closer.
Nearly collapsed or clearly exausted as they drew near.
And the last hint was Ianto.
His usually fast paced and well rested friend letting out another yawn.
"Coffee? no my dear Ianto" Jack smiled lightly as he lifted the child to his chest again.
"You need to get out of this place...something's draining the energy from this place..."
And he wouldn't have anything sucking the life out of his friend/lover.
Jack didn't know that whatever was draining the life out of the place was resting in his arms.
But he knew he needed to get Ianto away from the place..and as fast as possible.
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