DON'T LOOK NOW: PART 10
Susan was slumped in the chair, her lank hair hanging wet and water trickling down her haggard face as she hauled in uneven breaths. She could see Jack's boots, his feet spaced apart, she could guess he was still standing over her, arms folded across his chest completely in control. His calmness washed over her like a shroud, but she knew he was losing his patience, a bit of head dunking she could handle, but she knew full well that Jack was only just warming up. She heard the door open and the sound of heeled footsteps and she recognised the voice of the UNIT officer who had questioned her earlier. She exchanged a hushed dialogue with Jack and left the room taking the bucket with her. The door was closed again. Suddenly Jack's face was in her blurry line of sight, his nose inches away from hers. Susan met his look defiantly and all he did was smile.
Stars exploded in her vision along with the sound of a gunshot and searing pain in her leg. Instinctively she reached out her hands out but the manacles prevented her from grasping the wound in her thigh. Jack's hands got there before she could catch a breath and she screamed at the increase in the pain. His voice filtered through her need to black out.
"I'm going to keep this up until you talk and trust me you'll not be bleeding to death any time soon, how much pain can you take Suze?"
She looked down through her tears and watched as Jack widened the bullet hole with his fingers, oblivious to the blood and gore.
"You see now I got a hole to work with, I can snap tendons, fillet the muscles, strip out a vein or two. Owen will be pissed I normally only get to play with corpses these days and they aint half as entertaining, don't make the same kind of noises." He twisted something, she screamed again, trying to get away which brought more pain, her whole body burning with it. "You know I met some cannibals last year, one of them nearly et my friends. I've never eaten human meat before. Ianto says it doesn't taste like chicken, actually he was adamant it doesn't, probably because he likes chicken. I'm more of a red meat kinda guy myself...."
She registered a flash of metal, a knife? Jack was holding it up in a bloodied hand. "What do you think? Ianto's a great cook, maybe I could get him to whip me something up with this?"
Susan almost fainted, her resolve crumbling.... but she knew she couldn't tell, she'd die if she did, she'd die if she didn't.....
Martha Jones watched in horror, she had known for a long time that Jack's past wasn't exactly a heroic one, now she saw why, her stomach churned with unease, but lives were at stake, what was one against 12? She tried to tell herself that this was justified and then she found herself hoping that the Doctor never found out about it.
Owen sat at Ianto's beside studying the charts that had been recovered from an office opposite the containment room. He was not optimistic. All the patients in the room were gradually getting worse, their vital organs failing. There were not enough dialysis machines to go round and Ianto's sister Rhia had deteriorated dramatically. Ianto's condition had not changed, he remained comatose and unresponsive... at least he wasn't any worse. Owen looked down at his young colleague, his most unlikely friend and rather surprised himself by thinking of Ianto in those terms. He looked more peaceful than Owen had ever seen him.
Tosh had arrived and set to work breaking into the computers systems to try and retrieve all the deleted files.
There had been no word from Jack.