I know its short, please R&R
Disclaimer: IF only I did own them
The darkness flooded in around him, it pressed against his skin, freezing on contact. He could feel it flooding into him pouring down his throat filling his lungs, drowning him.
The darkness blinded his eyes and left him screaming, screaming into the darkness.
Then, suddenly, the darkness, retreated pulling itself painfully liked barbed wire out of his throat. Pain tore through his body and brought him back to life.
Red light streamed through his eyes and noise barraged his ears. A painful gasp into life, then panic.
What happened? He had died obviously but how? He had been having a cup of coffee with Ianto after work. Oh God! Ianto! Where was he?!
Jack scrambled to his feet and instantly fell forward onto the sofa, steadying himself he surveyed the scene, the coffee table lay overturned, the coffee cups lay smashed on the floor the coffee running in streams on the floor of the hub, Iantos phone lay nearby.
Jack rushed forward and grasped the phone desperately staring at the screen as though it would tell him where Ianto had gone. Jack became alarmed as his hand felt wet , dropping the phone he saw his hand was stained red, red with blood, was it his or...Iantos?
So? Should I continue?
