Hey there. Sorry I haven't uploaded in a while. Just what with graduating, my exam results coming out next month, the tragically untimely death of *chokes back tears* Ianto in the (heartless!) Day Four episode of Children of Earth and working on 'The Memoirs of Ianto Jones', I haven't been able to tap into my muse regardless of how much I try. I'm still unable to sup the nourishing nectar from the teat of my muse, but my little sister, Kaseykc, has been bugging me non-stop for a chapter, and I figured it was about time to update. It's a bit shit, but I did warn you about my muse trying to wean me off of its inspiration-giving nectar.
Fool Me Once...
"Ianto!" Jack was happy to see the young Welshman, Gwen could see that. Had neither of them been chained to separate walls, then for sure they would have been hugging each other until neither could breathe. She saw Ianto look up, but the cellar was so dark that she couldn't make out the expression on his face. In fact, she couldn't see either of them! She knew that Ianto was right next to her, while Owen and Lisa were locked in separate rooms.
"What the fuck?" Ianto scrambled back, knocking Gwen in the ribs. She screamed in surprise and pain. "Sorry... Gwen?" She could hear him scramble back even further, but the short length of the chains meant that he could only move about a centimetre. "Stay the fuck away from me!"
"Ianto!" Gwen grabbed a hold of his ankle and pulled him an inch closer to her. "Please don't hurt me! Please, please don't!" He was practically begging.
"Ianto, don't be daft!" Gwen said, caringly. "Why would I ever want to hurt you?"
"Because I'm nothing but a worthless, cowardly kid! You should know- you said it yourself!" Gwen was taken aback- she could never, ever say anything like that about somebody she loved as dearly as Ianto.
Poor little lamb, she thought to herself, he's had a bad dream. A low, flickering light came on, slightly illuminating the gloom. By the meagre light, she could tell that it was just the three of them- Jack, Ianto, and Gwen.
"What?" Gwen whispered, confused. She barely heard herself, so she couldn't be sure that Ianto heard her. Then again, that metallic scraping was still going on. She leant up against the wall, and struggled into a hunched standing position, pulling her t-shirt down, looking up... and staring right into a pair of brown eyes at the top of- what appeared to be- a stair case which remarkably resembled her own. She was confused as the eyes slowly made their way down to floor level. Gwen felt a knot tie itself in her lungs as she gasped in fear and a fist clench in her stomach as she buckled to her knees in preparation to vomit. As the eyes made their way towards her, Gwen spied a black-and-white tartan skirt- her black-and-white tartan skirt- a black t-shirt decorated with two | marks and a / beneath them making a smiley face- her black t-shirt decorated with two | marks and a / beneath them making a smiley face- and her black converse trainers. She went to scream as an exact duplicate of herself came through the gloom of the light and closed her hand around her mouth.
"Quiet!" The Gwen double hissed, showing her teeth like a rabid dog on cocaine. "Sit!"
The real Gwen obeyed, leaning against the wall, while her double's hand remained on her mouth.
Jack and Ianto sat in fear, pressed up against their walls, too numb with fear to say or do anything. A bead of sweat slowly heaved itself down Jack's neck, while Ianto was crying dry tears.
"Don't say a word." The double whispered, licking her ruby-coloured lips with an ash-grey tongue and icily scanning the other two prisoners in the cellar. "Don't move a muscle." Again, they all obeyed. The double smiled, realising just how easy her prey was going to be. She revelled in the metallic scraping the Principal had ordered, and looked up. Instinctively, Jack, Ianto and the real Gwen looked up as well, fearing for their lives.
The doubled discreetly looked down and smiled at her prey, almost laughing at just how stupid they looked. Hypnotised by nothing. She reached beneath her skirt, and pulled the knife from where the female anatomy would indicate the start of the reproductive cycle. She made her way to the American boy, and just as she was about to sacrifice him, his head snapped down, and he launched himself at her while the other two stared dumbly at the ceiling. He American landed punches on her face, torso and neck. When he was finished with the punches, Jack flipped her over and slammed her on the floor. He laughed, and smiled, showing his teeth.
"Fool me once," he muttered, "shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me." With that, he turned his attention to freeing Gwen and Ianto.