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"Just come to me Peter" the man was saying, his hair wild as he crouched on the floor of the kitchen, his arms out to the child, a kitten yowling pitifully as he dangled it in one hand.
"Please don't hurt my baby" the little boy pleaded, the fear for his kitten outweighing the fear of the Monster.
Ianto slid along the hallway wall from the front door, motioning to Jack who moved to the other side of the hall, both men stalking towards the bastard who had his back to them, too busy trying to coax the child from the back doorway into the kitchen.
Ianto motioned for Jack to wait, then he stepped into the light behind the man, letting the boy see him and he made a motion with his finger to his lips as he made a mime of grabbing the kitten with his other hand.
The little boy was no fool, his eyes on the prize as he licked his lips then said "OK."
The man relaxed, his arms falling slightly as he straightened up and smiled not knowing what hit him as Ianto slammed the butt of his gun into the man's head, Red surging forward to seize his cat then turn and run from the house as Ianto stumbled over the man groaning on the floor and ran after the child.
Now it was Jack's turn, grabbing the man as he staggered to his feet to run after the child wrapping his arm around the man's neck to choke him out. He didn't want to kill him. He wanted him to suffer for decades yet for the lives he had taken, wanted her to feel safe in her house without the image of his blood on the floor. Even now Jack was thinking like an agent trying to secure the subject, secure the scene and make less fucking paperwork.
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Ianto ran after Red, seizing the child under the arms as he lengthened his stride, the little boy clutching his kitten to his chest as he sobbed with fear and shock. Ianto knew he could not go home. Knew he couldn't let lead the man to …FUCK… Ianto turned sharply from the road he had been running down as a door to a strange car opened and a man got out, starting to run towards them.
How could he be so stupid. Of course the man was not alone, of course he had others with him. Gods, protect us now. Ianto was running wild, his brain going ten to the dozen and as the man from the car started to race after him another got out of the car and started to run as well, another one starting to race towards the house.
Ianto could not warn Jack, there was no time. He knew his own child was safe, he had to keep this one in his arms safe too. As Ianto ran he thanked the Gods for his stamina and all the hiking he and Jack had been doing recently. Of course… he then knew where to run.
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Jack roared as he felt the man surge back to slam him against the doorframe then came shouting as another man entered the kitchen and Jack did not have time for this, finally struggling his Webley free and firing at the man, the impact sending him back out down the steps. Good. Good. Bad. Very Bad. The Monster now had hold of his hand, both men struggling over the weapon now.
Damn it.
Strong fucker.
Jack planted his feet and yanked, letting the man struggle then with a flick of his wrist he simultaneously opened the Webley letting the bullets land on the linoleum with loud tinkles while letting go completely, letting the man fly back to slam into the kitchen table.
Lightning filled the room and Jack saw the knife block on the counter, taking a breath as he counted the steps needed then watched the idiot trying to shoot him with the Webley with the chamber swinging open.
Jack knew three would do it.
One.
The man looked at the gun and saw it was empty, open and useless.
Two.
The sound of the gun hitting the floor had Jack shaking his head internally because he would have scooped up the fucking bullets to still use the gun.
Three.
The man slammed into him, thumping him into the sink and Jack cried out as he felt his ribs give, at least two broken, maybe three as the edge of the kitchen sink bit into him. But Jack had not been wrong in his calculations.
He swung the knife catching the fucker under the chin and the man cried out with shock, leaning back from Jack who took the space to turn and snatch up another knife, one in each hand now.
"Oh, come on puddin'. I thought we were dancin' here" Jack crooned as he crouched low, the Monster finally seeing that his opponent was not as easily taken down as he had first thought.
With a snarl he advanced.