Hello hello! Welcome to my story! *passes out cookies* I'm not sure if this idea is original, or if it's something you will all like. I don't normally write Torchwood. Doctor Who is more of my thing. This chapter is also not very large because I'm just testing the waters…It came to me in my daydreams last night and it stayed on through my night dreams and into my daydreams this morning… So, I'm writing down this persistent little bugger and throwing it out into the world for all of you to see! You know, before I get back to the other four stories I'm working on. I don't normally write this sort of thing so I hope I get some feedback… I wrote this without telling my beta Xx-silent-assassin-xX and I normally have to tell her everything before I even begin writing. O3O Maybe my self confidence is on the rise again! If that's the case, please won't you all review? It'd make my day~ :D
Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood, nor will I ever own Torchwood. All rights and stuff like that are reserved to the BBC.
Warnings for People: (- Well that's a new one…) Graphic violence is almost certain and may disturb some of you. Also, there is a high possibility highly for offensive language and possible sexual themes later on (not lemons though, I don't think I could ever write one). Reader discretion is advised. I rated this M for a reason.
nightmare [nahyt-mare] : a terrifying dream in which the dreamer experiences feelings of helplessness, extreme anxiety, sorrow, etc.
What a lovely definition for something that was much more complicated than that. In essence, that was what a nightmare was, but it was so much… larger than that!
He was in the business of nightmares. No one in all of Cardiff knew nightmares like he did. It had started simply as putting spiders in the teacher's desk and releasing a snake into the girl's bathroom. Those were simply seen as childish pranks. However, it evolved. It went from those "childish pranks" to throwing rocks at small children on the playground to beating the stray dog who knocked over the trash cans every single night to death. Now that had felt so good. He was only a teenager then…
Today, he was a full grown man. And a murderer. No, no, he wasn't a murderer. He was a nightmare. He was those things that people feared. Those things people were looking for when they checked their showers for, the thing people looked over their shoulder quickly for. For so long he had lurked in the dark shadows, hunting down his prey. So far, they were the people no one would miss.
Once he had them in his grasp, he took them to their new home and would simply watch them starve for days. He'd give them food on occasion… but it was only the scraps from dinner. He'd apply some ample torture. A little shock here, a little cut there, and the occasional burn. Nothing to kill them. No, he found out what they feared most. Then, he became the thing they feared most. No longer did they scream and cry at their phobias. No, they screamed and cried at him. Once they couldn't stand their very existence because of him, he killed them. Never the same way though. He wanted to try every way humanly imaginable! He was a curious man, after all.
However, he was getting bored of this now. The game was growing dull. It needed something new, something thrilling! It only took him a small time to realize what it needed. He needed competition. He needed a threat. And he knew just what to do!
In the dead of night, he began to ready his tools down his eerie basement. Swinging back and forth was a simple light that dimly illuminated stone walls. Stained were those walls and stained were the floors with a dark dirty crimson hue. Sometimes the hose just didn't get everything down the drain he sometimes mused. No matter, he liked a change of scenery every once in a while.
In front of him now was the tray that all his ghastly yet sparkling clean tools laid in. They came in various shapes and sizes. They all had different purposes. They were all the tools of his trade. They were all his friends. At that thought, he could not help but think of one of his favorite movies and broke out in a little tone that was surely familiar to some.
"These are my friends," he sang, stroking the tools with a gloved hand, "See how they glisten…"
He stopped on one and snatched it up, studying it with a small smile across his face. He held the pristine scalpel up to the light and continued his song.
"See this one shine, how he smiles in the light!" he sang, turning on his heels away from the tray, "My friend~ my faithful friend~"
He stepped around the autopsy table that soon would feel the touch of warm human skin and continued his song, approaching the cage where his victim lay.
The golden hair girl that lay shivering in fear in the cage let out a scream and a broken cry for help, backing herself up against the bars of the cage. Her voice was hoarse, strained from the useless screaming she had done on the first few days she was here. She was dirtied and marred, her clothes torn. She rather smelled too, but who could blame her when she had to lie where she defecated? It probably did nothing for the cuts that littered her body and the bruises that made her whole body hurt… not that he would know, of course! He wasn't the one in the cage was he?
"Speak to me friend. Whisper… I'll listen. I know, I know! You've been locked out of sight all these years. Like me, my friend!" He continued to sing, lowering himself to see level with the iron bars to see through them. "Well, I've come home~ to find you waiting! Home~ and we're together."
His song broke and a rather manic grin replaced his small endearing smile as he said, "And we'll do wonders, won't we?"
Falling, falling, falling. Sinking, sinking, sinking. The Bringer of Nightmares watched as his latest victim disappeared beneath the depths of the bay. The cold air nipped at his exposed skin, but he ignored it, for he was deep in his thoughts. This wasn't his usual dumping grounds. He had a normal spot that he went to dump the bodies. No one had yet to find the mounting bodies there. That's how he liked it. Or did he? The entire reason he was leaving the body here now was for it to be found. It wouldn't take long; he hadn't tied the body to anything to sink it. No, it'd be found in as little as a day. Sooner, if he was lucky.
The time had come for the Nightmare God to find someone who could match him. He knew who would be put on the case. Jack Harkness and his partner, Ianto Jones. They were decorated officers of the Cardiff Police Force. They had solved so many homicides in their life time; they would surely be able to play his little game of Cat and Mouse. At least, he hoped so. He would be so disappointed if they weren't up for the job. If they proved to be unable to play the game, he might just have to take them out. He really didn't want to do that. He cared for those two. They were so fun to watch. It'd be a pity really.
He was beginning to wonder about his new found decision to let his game be exposed. Was this a cry for help or was this him seeking a challenge? He continued to think it was the latter, but he wasn't entirely sure. There were times where he found this double life extremely hard to live by. There were times he wished he could just stop. But, he knew, he was all ready too deep in this. Even if he tried to stop, it'd come back for him. Maybe that's why he was doing this. Because he knew the only way he'd ever really be stopped was by the famous duo. They were almost like the Sherlock Holmes and Doctor John Watson of their time!
Crinkling up his nose, he turned from the dock and made his way back to his car. The game was now beginning. He needed to go home and get some sleep so he was ready to play in the morning. Maybe he'd watch Sweeny Todd before bed though. That last killing had really put him in the mood for it.
"You shall drip rubies… you'll soon drip precious... rubies."
A grin formed on the Nightmare's face once again.
Hope you all enjoyed! Please review! I really want to know if I should continue this or not. Peace out Girl Scouts! Oh! And you're not suppose to know who the killer is. :)