Torchwood
~Knowing Death~
~The Death Box~
It can shake a person to know their own death. It can change how they live their lives; how they act. How they eat. How they drink. Who they are.
"What's that?" Gwen asked, her ears had perked up, as soon as she had heard Jack return from his 'extremely dangerous mission' the whole team crowded around what Jack clutched close to his chest. It appeared to be an aged shoe box; he strode to his office. Throwing his coat at Ianto, who caught it and placed it gently on a peg.
"This people is a death box" Jack jubilated – he pulled what looked like a small metallic rock from the box.
"Cheery" Owen huffed, leaning on the desk to get a closer look at the object.
"No. This beauty, could tell all of us our own deaths" A grin appearing on Jack's face, his eyes dancing over the object. Stunned by the objects unsuspecting beauty.
"Its dangerous" He breathed. Holding it at arms length. He passed it to Ianto, accidentally; letting it drop to the floor, just before it reached the skin of Ianto's fingers. The rock fell, encased in slow motion as the teams shocked expressions followed the falling machine. A bright flash of light burnt in the room, the rock collided with the floor and darkness engulfed them all...