Moments Before You Die Your Life Flashes Before Your Eyes
For my JANET (Jack's favourite Weevil)!
Taken from the episode Combat, when Janet has been released by Jack and Tosh with a tracer, so that they can follow the people that are taking the Weevils and find out what they are doing with them. As Janet is nearing her death, moments in the comfort and safety of the Torchwood cells fill her mind.
The Evil within Shines out as Beauty
The blood pumping in Janet's ears was becoming deafening. The sudden rush of adrenaline was running out and replaced by sharp intakes of breath as the chase was persisting. Her speeding sprint regressed into a primitive waddle, her legs began to tire and her arms hung helplessly by her side. Her lungs were struggling with intensity of the chase but the men continued to push on. They were dressed in black and completely masked, they wore a furtive grin where flesh was visible and held sharp instruments which sparked with electricity and made Janet skip in shock and look back for a glimpse of her murders.
The thumping beat, an urgent rush of blood continued to fill Janet's mind and cut out any other sounds. As Janet's feet continued to walk her into Death hands she longed for the comfort of her cell. At least in her cell in the Torchwood base she was not at the mercy of death and was fed well and constantly monitored by the neat gentleman in the suit. He was quiet and quite peculiar; he would always bring her food and check up on her. Janet often observed him through her dusty safety screen, he would look back into her dark and alien eyes and regard her as something lower than him, however he would always be the one to feed her and look after her without complaint and would care for her meticulously as well. She almost feared him as she could not judge him or understand what he might do next. He was unpredictable and Janet felt vulnerable under his watchful gaze, although she suspected he must be under control of a higher command.
The vision of another man filtered through Janet's mind. This man was special though, he was already half in Death's door but he was stronger than Death and only partially in Death's grip. This caused him to have a slight connection with Janet. She had noticed him before down at the vaults and he was unstable at the time, Death had been clawing at his soul and playing with his mind. But he was not to be feared, he was the King of Weevils and his command ruled. It was a strange connection as he was not of Janet's origin but the approach of Death brought them together. This meant Janet could not hurt him like she could anyone else, he was to be respected and all must bow down before him.
Janet remembered the beautiful, calm face of the girl. She had been fascinated in Janet and had wanted to run tests on her and examine her. She wanted to understand her origin and her behaviour. She had been more interested in her cold gadgets and technology but she was the most emotional and far from the emotional detachment of her instruments. She was caring and full of love for her job and passion for discovering more about alien life. She was quiet and peaceful and had a huge admiration for her boss.
Janet's life was chasing in on her faster than life could playback in her mind. She suddenly realised the betrayal that led her to this coming death was down to the beautiful woman and the ever un-faithful leader of them all. That man that had looked at her as if he understood her, he was different from the rest. He was too good in controlling his emotions that no one could understand who he really was. Something obviously bothered him as frequently he left his team behind and carried a face of despair. Janet had seen him die and within a few seconds would be up again and would carry on as usual although his face was pallor and the pain would age his eyes a year more. Janet feared him as this man could never die and was not to be trusted.
Janet's legs were still pacing forward without any thought but as she neared a fenced off area her heart that was already beating fast was beating even faster. Her frantic movements conveyed her panic and her eyes darted all over the place looking for a way out. The fear of dying and what may come next was overwhelming that Janet realised that her silent, clam life in Torchwood vaults was coming to end and eternity of darkness and haunting for evermore to come. But as un-faithful as he may be the tall, broad shouldered man appeared out of a dark, dim alley way. His presence was overwhelming and then the scary men stopped running and panting. Janet's saviour strode out and lengthened and armed hand, gun loaded and cocked. His arm held power and the control to kill was within the movement of pulling a trigger. But the dashing hero just stood there ready without a flinch of panic. The nasty creatures in black halted in sheer shock and fear. They lowered their sparking instruments and backed away a little. The man grabbed Janet by the collar of her uniform and jerked her down the alley way with him. He may have been un-predictable but he had just saved her life and for that she was grateful.