Note; I do not own Torchwood, nor do I own its characters. I simply get explicitly happy writing fics about it xD

Here it is! Cyberwoman from Death's point of view! xD Cue an ecstatic Dragon ('cause referring to yourself in the third person is awesome), and some Janto moments.

The title for this chapter was actually taken from the original title for the series one episode 'Cyberwoman'. The original title was 'The Trouble With Lisa'.

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~ Dragon

The Trouble With Cybermen

The trouble with Cybermen is that you have to tear them apart to find their human souls. They are metal monstrosities, wiped clean of emotions and morals, designed to be a perfected human, whose eyes are unclouded by things like love and hate. The human soul is thrown deep inside, forgotten and abused, caught behind a piece of technology which prevents emotions from being shown.

I have seen so many of them; I cannot even begin to explain how many bodies I have had to tear apart. The worst massacre was of Canary Wharf.

There were twenty-seven survivors, in all. Twenty-seven. It made bile rise in my throat to recall that hundreds, no, thousands of innocent humans had perished. Even though the Cybermen murdered, I could not bring myself to hate them; they were troubled humans, ripped clean of everything that made them who they had once been.

My heart was a burden to carry that day; I often wished that I too could be without emotion, so that my job would be made that much easier.

But I am not allowed such an easy ride, and I pressed my lips together to stop tears escaping as I watched a terrified young man, dressed in a smart suit, drag a half-converted Cyberwoman from the fray of the battle, screaming for help, whilst his companion wailed in pain. I should have stepped forward that day, put a stop to it; I should have taken Lisa Hallett when I should have done.

I could not. And the reason why?

Love. Not my love; his love. The young man, whose name appeared behind my eyes as I rested my gaze upon him. Ianto Jones. Such love, compassion, adoration, determination burned within his soul for this one person that I could not take her from him. He had too much hope. It was scalding me, his hope. He so desperately wanted her to live, because without her, he had nothing.

I let them go, swallowing as the two of them struggled from the stench of death, my eyebrows knitting together. Clenching my fists, I turned away, guilt eating away at my heart like the spirit hands clinging to my cloak.

-x-x-x-

I knew, without even seeing her again that day that I would take Lisa Hallett. The time rolled around far too quickly for my comfort, and with a sickening sense of unease, I quietly made my way through dank corridors, straining my ears to catch the music.

A soft monody reached my ears, filling my head with a mournful song, singing of cybernetics, of tea, of early rising and late weekends. Of simple tasks which would no longer be completed, enjoyments which could no longer be fulfilled, because Death had come.

It was the requiem of Dr Ryoichi Tanizaki. His soul came quietly, as if he had guessed his time were up, and for that, I was grateful. He had a kind face, reverted to the old, wise features he bore before 'Lisa' – I can no longer really call her by her name, as she is not a human – tried to convert him.

"Will she succeed?" The cybernetics expert whispered quietly, as Ianto fell to his knees beside the Japanese man's body, tears falling down his cheeks.

"I do not know," I replied truthfully, as Ianto began to drag Tanizaki's body away, trying not to collapse with his sobs. The cybernetics expert frowned at me as the world melted around us, the barrier shimmering slightly as we approached it.

"But surely you would. After all, you are…Death, aren't you?" He asked, watching as I passed a hand over the barrier. I caught his gaze, one side of my mouth twitching, as if to smile.

"I am. But even Death cannot predict the future." He disappeared into a swirling fog of purple.

PURPLE

Royalty, Romance, Mystery, Spirituality, Nobility, Authority, Moodiness, Death

I could tell without even thinking that Dr Tanizaki was not the last soul I would be sweeping beneath my cloak that day, and so I decided to follow Jack around the Hub, watching with vague interest as his team listened to every command he barked at them.

What fascinated me most was his utter determination to find Ianto Jones.

He gave me time to dwell upon this, until the entire team congregated in the main body of the Hub, watching and waiting, as 'Lisa' spoke of creating a new race of Cybermen. I strained my ears, frowning as she spoke harshly, monotonously; her emotions were slowly fading, leaving behind a shell.

A splash accompanied Ianto Jones as he was tossed aside like garbage into the shallow pool which resided beneath the water tower. I immediately moved closer to him, making sure that he was not dead. His name did not ring an alarm bells in my mind, so I knew it was safe to assume that he had merely been knocked unconscious.

I do not like to admit it, but I would have been hesitant in taking him. I could not put my finger on why I was so desperate to grant him his life for a few more years.

I was momentarily distracted from him by Jack appearing beside me, gasping, none-existent breath entering his lungs. Before we were plunged into darkness, and the iridescent outline of the barrier appeared before us, I noted his body sprawled across the floor.

"Ew. I'm all crispy," Jack scowled, fixing his hair, though it would be just as messy when he was dragged back to life. I raised an eyebrow at him, and he pursed his lips.

"No comment," I replied, my mouth flickering into a smile, before returning to the thin, expressionless line it usually was. Jack's forehead creased in worry, and he raised one hand to rest in his hair.

"Oh, God…oh, God. This is…this is too much. How could he…?" Tears welled for a moment in Jack's eyes, and I fought the sudden urge to reach out and take him in my arms. I cannot show emotion. I am not allowed to choose favourites. Though perhaps Jack was an exception for me; after all, he could not die. Maybe he could be my favourite after all.

Time ran out, as Jack returned to life, my hair stirring as a small breeze picked up around me, telling me that the barrier had gone.

People say that Death must have no heart, for it takes without mercy, and is indiscriminate. Good people, who have lead short - yet pure - lives die, whilst those who cause pain to others continue to live without a threat towards them.

What human beings must realise is that I cannot make exceptions, no matter what, and sometimes, it literally agonises me to take souls. I beg silently, screaming to my masters to show compassion for such young lives, but they do not listen. They are old, wise beyond their years, with cold, unforgiving hearts, and unrelenting actions. Whatever they say, goes.

Though there have been only four souls I have been unwilling to take. Just four. And all met their demises far sooner than they should have.

My daydream was disturbed as a name was etched into my thoughts, sending me to Earth, armed with nothing but my morals and compassion, taking a deep breath as I came to collect the soul of one I should have taken so long ago.

In a mess of blood and carnage, Lisa laid dead, her limbs at awkward angles, her eyes cold and staring. I closed my eyes, taking a moment of grace, trying to ignore Ianto Jones sobbing beside her. I could have sworn I heard his heart break.

I searched for a soul, but I found nothing around me except the spirit of one Annie Bennett. Frowning, I cautiously took her hand, quickly taking her to the barrier so that I might see where exactly Lisa had gone.

My answer was found when a young girl stood up, her forehead wounded with a ghastly gash, her eyes wide with fear. I could see Lisa inside of her, though her soul was clouded with guilt. My heart began to race as Ianto moved quietly over to her, disbelief in the air around him.

It took less than two minutes for Lisa Hallett to die again. Bullets tore her apart, spattering the room with the girl's blood; once more her soul perished, and this time, I was ready. I silently walked to her side, my eyes grazing Ianto's sobbing figure. Without thinking, I stooped down, resting my hand on his shoulder for a brief moment. He would feel nothing, except perhaps a chill course through his body; I am only visible to those souls who have left their human shells.

"I'm so sorry…" A quiet, delicate voice reached my ears; I needed not turn round – I knew it was Lisa.

"The deeds have been done," I deadpanned, reaching a hand towards her, my mouth twitching into a smile. For some reason, we had not yet sought out the darkness. Lisa swallowed, taking one last glance at Ianto. Her expression softened.

"Y'know…" She began, gazing fondly at him. I looked up at her, as if assuring her I was listening. "He came down to see me every day. I remember every single word he said, every last one." Lisa's mouth moved into a wan smile. "He spoke so much of Jack. I could hear the pride in his voice, how much he loved working for him." She swallowed again, though it was unnecessary to do so. "He joined Torchwood Three to save me. But I think…after today…I think just maybe, Torchwood Three will save him."

There was a slight pause as the barrier faded into view. It had a slightly pinkish colour to it.

PINK

Sweet, Pretty, Physical Weakness, Delicate, Love, Charm, Tenderness, Death

"I don't know what Jack's done to earn Ianto's respect. But I do know that he must be one incredible man." Lisa's last words were echoed into my own mind as she was drawn into the barrier, and I smiled, only slightly.

Indeed, he was an incredible man. And I found myself thinking that more every day.

Er, ok, maybe not so much Janto as I was intending, but there ya go xD

Next chapter is coming soon, so please stay tuned! ^^