Play Time With Guppy

Strangely, staring down the barrel of a gun just didn't feel the same these days. The prospect of dying wasn't frightening, yes it still hurt like a herd of charging Rhinos, but it wasn't frightening.

The single most terrifying thing about Jack's situation now, was Alice Guppy standing behind the six-gun Colt that was pointed at his head – her trigger finger itching to squeeze.

The sadistic Scottish-born girl had a glint of malice in her eyes that Jack had grown use to over the years. The look of malice she always got when her Colt was in her hand, the look of a killer.

Alice was the kind of a girl who wouldn't think twice before she shot you dead. Jack knew this all too well. He had on several occasions – well, all but a few occasions – been at the wrong end of Alice's gun. Since he couldn't die – or stay dead at least – Alice had taken a fancy to making him her game.

When ever she was pissed off or just bored, she would hunt Jack down and shoot him, just to make herself feel better. If she was feeling particularly nice towards Jack it would be quick bullet to the brain or the heart, and Jack would feel nothing. But on days when the glint in her eyes was so overpowering and she looked more like the devil than a lady, Alice would maliciously torture Jack and watch him die slowly, smiling with satisfaction.

It didn't matter how many times Alice shot Jack, it still scared him shitless. There was just something about her than made his knees weak, and this time was no different.

Alice stood in front of him, blocking his escape route. Jack had a smile on his face as he looked at the girl in front of him. Annoying her was a sure way of being shot fast.

He hadn't been expecting her to annoy him today, let alone expecting her to be in the Hub. Emily and Alice had left early that morning, and Jack had not been expecting them back until the following day. But here Alice was with Emily nowhere in sight.

'Hello Alice.' Jack said, seemingly unperturbed by her presence despite the gun. 'I wasn't expecting you and Emily back until tomorrow.'

'Yes, well Emily was called upon by the Queen, so our previous engagement was cancelled.'

'So you're annoyed and therefore came to torture me.'

'I don't want to hurt you Captain.' Alice said seductively walking towards Jack – like she always did – as he backed further into the room.

'Well, that makes a change.' He said, watching Alice's sadistic smile grow bigger with his words. 'What do you want Guppy?'

Jack had backed into a desk and now trapped. Alice had obviously seen this for her face lit up slightly with delight as she walked closer slowly, her hips swinging from side to side.

'What I want, Harkness, is to have my way with you.'

This took Jack by surprise, he hadn't been expecting that. Usually she'd only want to torture him, but now sex as well! How sick was this woman? Or was it sex? She's never shown an interest in him that way – well not to his face, well not since the first time they met at any rate. It couldn't really be that surely.

They stared at each other as a thick tension hung in the air between them. Alice's eyes were growing wilder by the second and Jack could heel his confidence and cockiness ebbing slowly away. Alice took a step towards him – her eyes never leaving his – and Jack reversed the action, taking a step backwards. Her smile grew bigger and wilder when she saw his movement and she took another step towards him as he took another back.

Alice kept walking towards Jack until he was hard against the wall of the Hub. Alice readied her gun and Jack shut eyes tight not wanting to see the look in her eyes anymore.

In the same split second that he heard the blast, Jack felt a searing pain in his right thigh. His knee buckled under his weight and he crashed to the hard stone floor clutching his wound. He winced with pain, but he struggled to his feet determined not to appear weak.

A second shot was fired connecting with his other thigh forcing him to the ground once more. He screamed with pain and he realised that this wasn't going to be as quick and painless as he hoped.

Jack looked up at the devil-woman who was the source of his pain. Her face was evident of the pleasure she was enduring.

Three more bullets were pumped into his body – one in each shoulder and the other in his stomach – making him howl with pain as he slumped over hitting the hard concrete floor fairly hard.

As he looked at Alice, she became fuzzy and unfocussed, but her malicious expression didn't dim. She stood over him – like a vengeful God – as his face twisted and contorted with the numb pain that spread over his body. Jack's breathing became husky and short as he struggled for air. He could feel himself slipping away, he could feel his blood pooling around him, he could feel himself dying. Jack just wished for once that Alice would feel pitty for him and end it quickly but, she just wasn't like that.

Jack could feel his last moments were near. His vision had all but gone black and the sounds inside the Hub were extremely distant and muffled.

One day – he thought to himself – one day I'll get her like she gets me and see how she likes to be tortured like a caged animal. One day I'll be fr . . .