Chapter 2 - Torchwood
"You've been expecting me?" I said kinda of hopeful that he'd give me a reason why. He seemed an ok guy, although I couldn't rule out the possibility that he could still be a psychopath.
"I've got someone who wants to meet you" Ianto said. Ok not the answer I was looking for but it would do.
"Why am I the only person who can see you?" I was curious, plus the sense that this person could be my possible murderer kinda added to the curiosity. I saw it on a film once, keep the murderer talking so he forgets that he is actually gonna kill you. That's if the man called Ianto was going to kill me.
"I'll let him explain, it can get quite confusing. Now step on here with me and I'll take you to meet this guy."
I looked at him with utter confusion, how was a pavement slab going to take me to meet someone? I mean its set hard and doesn't move!
Once again curiosity had taken over and I stood with welsh Ianto, wondering how on earth I was going to meet this mysterious person whilst stood on a paving slab.
"Now I know this may seem weird, but try and keep calm, Myfammwy doesn't like it" Ianto whispered in my ear as I stood up on the pavement
"Who's myfamwy?" I asked.
"The pet" he replied.
All of a sudden the pavement slab started to descend into the ground. I looked around and no one seemed to notice. Another question I'd ask when I got my chance. Once underneath the pavement, a huge underground place appeared, it was huge, I mean huge. I looked around and saw computers and wires all over, a staff area with a couch and over the top of it that one word. The one word that brought me here. Torchwood.
The pavement slab hit the ground and Ianto jumped off, offering his hand to help me. I was in awe. The shear size of this place was huge. An Asian girl was sat at a desk full of papers and computer screens, busy working away. Another woman at another desk, looking through some old papers with Torchwood headers at the top of them. I followed Ianto, some place to die I thought. Up the stairs past the two woman and a small white area in which a quite handsome man was looking over a body. A body that I could never grasp the concept of.
"You've met my friend then" an American accent said. I looked round to see a man, tall, nice smile and dressed up in a World War 2 trench coat, shirt, braces, the works.
"Who are you?" I asked anxiously. I mean meeting one stranger was enough for one day, only to be brought into some bazaar place, I can only describe as a place, and meeting more strangers.
"Captain Jack Harkness, better known to you as Uncle Jack." He replied.
AN: just a short chapter this one but you know what to do lovely people.