Chaos is coming...
Jack was running, running at a speed that would have won him gold medals.
But he wasn't chasing pieces of metal; he was chasing death. As he ran, images flashed through his mind of another place. Images of what the makers of that noise could do; there was no way he was going to let them do that to people he cared for.
As he drew closer to the sound he could hear the sound of people running. He skidded to a halt as Gwen and Doctor Stoneleigh burst out of the darkness.
They almost collided with Jack in their haste and only stopped when they realised that they were no longer being chased and the hissing seemed to fade away.
It was then that Jack asked. "Where's Ianto?"
Ianto had allowed the others to get ahead, in the hope that he would draw the pack away and then try and loose them; they did know his scent after all.
He only stopped when bullets skittered in a line in front of him. He whirled round, expecting to see a wave of furry death descending on him.
Instead he found himself handcuffed and pushed into a waiting vehicle and driven into the research building.
He wasn't allowing himself to panic; he needed to be calm, so he could report whatever he saw, when he escaped.
However, all thoughts of escape vanished when he saw the one person he would gladly strangle with his bare hands.
"Ah, Mr. Jones, so glad to see you're still alive," White Coat said. "At least my property will have something to distract him...that is when he finally obeys me."
Ianto felt his disgust at White Coat bubble up. "He's not a dog!"
White Coat smiled. "Oh, Mr Jones, it won't be long. Mr Stevens will break him, he is quite efficient."
Stevens watched as the Doctor was dragged into the room and forced into the chair; he knew that threat made in the cell was just an empty promise.
This time he would break the alien and get back into White Coat's favour.
"Make sure he's secure. Let's begin with forty percent pain and thirty percent fear, then up the ratio by five percent every five minutes. I want him broken and reconditioned today."
He stood back as the machine hummed into life and the Doctor arched against the restraints.
This could take a while he thought as the Doctor began to sweat and it mixed with blood to make salty rivulets down his face.
Ten minutes later, the screaming started...soon Stevens thought.
An hour later, the screaming abruptly stopped and the machine flashed up the information Stevens wanted to see.
He smiled. "That was easier than I thought. Leave us," he said to the guards and the technicians; he wanted this moment to be his alone.
He moved back to the machine and looked down at the Doctor, wrinkling his nose at the smell of seat and blood.
"Now, who do you obey?"
The Doctor's lips moved but Stevens could barely hear him. He leaned closer, until he was virtually ear to mouth with the Doctor.
"Again, who do you obey?"
The answer was clear and decidedly not compliant.
"I obey no-one."
There was the snap of metal breaking and Steven felt the full force of a Time Lord's grip as the Doctor pulled his head round.
He found himself staring into eyes that held no pity and were as black as obsidian.
"I hope you enjoyed what life you had," the Doctor snarled.
Minutes later the Doctor was watching Steven with a cruel glint in those black orbs.
"Let's see, how about one hundred percent pain and one hundred percent fear."
"No, please," Stevens begged.
The Doctor was by his side in one stride. "Why should I show you any mercy, you never gave me any," he hissed.
He took a piece of cloth and stuffed it in Steven's mouth. "Can't have you alerting the boss."
He stepped away and twisted a dial and watched with malicious delight as his one- time torturer convulsed and his muffled screams reached no-one.
"Bored now," he said a few minutes later. "Time to liven up this place."
He turned away from the figure on the chair that was now twitching feebly and sat at the computer terminal.
"Now let's see...oh that's interesting," he said and typed.
Far below, in the bowels of the research building, hundreds of cells unlocked and out came every twisted nightmare that White Coat had created; alien and human.
The first guard died in the jaws of Silurian/Hoix hybrid and the second managed to raise the alarm before a twisted Krillitane snapped his spine.
By then it was too late and the door that was supposed to hold them in swung open and the slaughter began.
White Coat and Ianto both jumped when the alarm blared out.
White Coat frowned and tapped his com. "What is going on?"
He listened and his frown turned to a scowl. "Then deal with it!"
He was about to say something else when another voice came over his com.
"They are the least of your worries."
Ianto smiled then when White Coat blanched. "Oh dear, has the dog slipped its leash?"
The Master stopped when he felt through his bond the Doctor's delight as what he was doing.
He smiled then...whatever his lover was now, he was so looking forward to meeting him.
Jack, Gwen and Doctor Stoneleigh were racing back towards the research building, their speed aided by fear for Ianto.
They skidded to halt just short of a tarmac area.
The sound of an alarm was echoing across it and the sound of gunfire joined it.
Jack was about to move when Gwen caught his arm.
"Jack, my god," she breathed and Jack looked where she pointed.
His stomach flipped as out of a half-ripped off door, things were crawling, flying and dragging themselves out of it.
Ianto found himself left alone when White Coat snarled. "Once again, I have to do things myself, with mw," he barked at the group of guards.
Ianto decided that instead of trying to escape, he should try and add to the chaos and hinder White Coat further.
The decision he made he knew would anger and worry Jack, but it had to be done.
He found a discarded com and placed it in his ear. He found a computer terminal and tuned the com to the frequency he wanted and cleared his throat before speaking.
"I know you can hear me and only you can hear me. You want out of here, but there's no way you'll get out alive, not without help."
He waited, not sure if he was going to get a reply.
Then it came and he tried not to shudder at the voice.
"Well, well and what can you do for me, pretty boy?"