Prologue
The blood seeped through his torn clothing as the bullet embedded itself into his pale skin. Captain Jack Harkness, leader of squadron 94 lay on the floor, rotting bodies surrounding him in his last moments. He could feel death creeping in, the inevitable darkness in his vision. The numbness in his limbs. The undying pain in his stomach where the bullet had hit, throbbing to the rhythm of his frantic heart beat. He had felt these feelings so many times before it was now more or less a routine for him. The bit he feared was when he awoke, the agonising pain of your naked body being dragged mercilessly over shards of pointed glass, that pain topped a bullet wound any day. He heard a snigger from above; he opened his icy blue eyes, graced with tears. A man stood before him, a man he knew was no man of this earth, and this was the creature he loathed. The thing that destroyed his life and so many others. This was the fiend that destroyed him; no doubt this was the one thing greater than life and beyond death that he feared. Darkness closed in around him, crawling into his vision like spider on crack. The numbness took hold on his frail body as he drew his last breath.