Jack drove much too fast down the busy roads, using Tosh's tool to ensure that all the lights remained green. He knew that John would be somewhere in Cardiff and that he would be close by. His favourite phrase was something to do with people never seeing what were right in front their noses. John always made fun of how he was practically telling people what he was doing, but they would never think anything of it. Cause no one could be stupid enough to do it, so blatantly, except him. Suddenly Jack halted the car and manoeuvred a very dangerous U turn, because of course he knew where John was. It was so obvious, too obvious really.

Ianto knew this was it, he was going to die. There was no doubt in his mind, because there was no one left to save him. Jack had no idea where they were and even if he did know if he came in here guns blazing John would just shoot them all anyway. So Ianto had figured he was dead either way, and waited for the torture to begin. John slapped him leaving a strange tingling sensation on his cheek. A smile swept across John's face as he took out a gun and shot Gwen straight through the head. He then turned the gun on Owen ignoring Ianto's shouts and fired. With deliberate menace he pointed the gun at Tosh her eyes looked straight at Ianto then the sound of the final shot was all Ianto could hear. Inhuman screams were added to the appalling noises filling his head and it took him a while to realise they were his own, the sound of them was horrific like something straight out of a nightmare. No they couldn't be dead, the team couldn't be dead. Then Jack came through the door and John shot him too. Ianto panicked for a second before realising that Jack would stand up again, that it would all be fine of course it would. He waited and waited, but Jack just lay there stone cold on the floor. He didn't get up, why wasn't he getting up? John stood in the middle of the anarchy embracing the deaths around him, as Ianto's shrieks continued, as the tears flooded his face. He was in a room filled with everyone he loved, but they were all dead and he was left to the mercy of this monster.

Suddenly sharp pains ripped through his back. It was if he was being repeatedly hit but how could that be: because John was in front of him cackling. Then he heard familiar voices, but it couldn't be they were dead. He felt someone tear his right cheek and it was as if a visa he didn't know was there had been removed. Ianto was shaking, sweat and tears dripping from him. He frantically looked around, where was Jack, why was Owen sitting up? Eventually his breathing slowed.

"Nice bit of technology that picked it up from a rather gorgeous alien in the 25th nebula region. Makes you see your worst fears, although it depends on the situation you're in." John smiled, still embracing the situation, although at least it wasn't quite as bad as Ianto's hallucination. Owen, Tosh and Gwen were all staring at him, similar looks of worry and affection apparent on their faces. He figured they must have heard his dire screams. His back felt as though it was on fire and he bit down on his lip to stop from whimpering. Then he noticed the whip in John's left hand, obviously he wasn't content in just leaving Ianto to his nightmare with no physical wounds.

"Twat," John spun around, unsure which corner the insult had come from. Owen smirked at him. John returned the expression, before pressing a button on his wrist watch. Gwen, Tosh and Ianto watched in confusion, as Owen's whole body contorted in obvious agony. But it didn't make sense, because he made no sound of pain and then they realised he was keeping his lips tight shut determined to make no noise. Tears sprung to Owen's eyes but he fought them back, obstinate in his fight to display no weakness. Tosh naturally reached out to him, but couldn't get close enough to touch him tears were falling from her eyes too. John just watched waiting for the screaming to start. Gwen was shaking, from her own injury but also from rage.

"Stop it! Stop it now!" She growled her pain overshadowed by Owen's. He was still suffering in silence. John turned and raised his eyebrows, his mouth curling up at the side.

"No," He said curtly. "Not until he's begging for the pain to stop." He looked back at Owen as if he were actually waiting for Owen to start pleading.

"Not... gonna" Owen panted taking a deep restraining breath before continuing, "Happen... mate." He gritted his teeth stubbornly, refusing to let the pain overcome him. Ianto glanced around helplessly, Tosh was sobbing too hard to form a coherent sentence, Gwen was shivering violently her top covered in blood, but someone had to save Owen. Bet they never thought the doctor would need saving by the tea boy.

"Oi, John I thought you wanted to hurt Jack, and then you leave me hanging here quite comfortably to be honest." John whizzed around distracted from Owen's torture. He smiled a smile that made Ianto's blood run cold. For just a few seconds John considered his actions, his mind made up, he carried the bag towards Ianto. He reached in pulling out a handful of wires, some candles and matches. He lit the candles before placing them directly under Ianto's feet, so that he could feel their heat. He sat cross-legged, holding the wires by the tips dangling them over the flames. Satisfied they were hot enough he stood up. He pushed one under the skin of Ianto's shoulder, who sucked in a breath but otherwise remained silent, concentrating on Owen and Gwen's distress rather than his own. John continued methodically choosing places to cause the most pain. "That the best you got." Ianto sneered, pretending to feel no discomfort. John grunted, before continuing rifling through his bag, he laughed as he pulled out a pack of knives. He took a few steps back so he was maybe six feet away from Ianto. Out of the corner of his eye Ianto saw Tosh and Gwen both trying to reach out to Owen who was turning blue. Then John spoke and he remembered he had problems of his own.

"Now you better hope my aim is good eyecandy." John held a knife in his right hand, lining it up ready to throw. "Right arm." He threw it right on target.

"Fuck!" Gwen looked up, looking from Owen to Ianto and back again not knowing quite what to do. Her face had paled, and her eyes couldn't seem to settle on anything. She fell backwards just as John called "left arm", her whole body quivering with the physical and emotional strain. Then as the knife hit Ianto's predefined area, Owen finally made a sound. 'Cause Gwen had done the one thing he'd told her not to, she'd closed her eyes and despite Owen's shouts she didn't open them again. John shrugged with indifference and threw the next knife at Ianto's right leg, hitting the top of his thigh precisely totally ignoring Owen's screams of pain; he was no longer able to keep himself quiet when his mind was distracted by Gwen's shaking form.

"Left leg," And the knife penetrated it, John had obviously been practising. Then he finally called "stomach" and his last knife without fail hit the desired area. He clapped himself, seemingly oblivious, to Owen, Tosh and Ianto's shrieks.

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He stopped.

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Slowly gazing at them each in turn.

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Revenge in his eyes.

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Then as if a switch was flicked he created chaos, kicking and hitting the three still mobile bodies, cutting Ianto from the ceiling so as to inflict pain more effectively.

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Eventually the room fell silent except from John's jagged breathing, as he stared around the room at the four torchwood members lying on the floor. Gwen and Owen both shivering, one due to a knife and the other electricity respectively, Ianto and Tosh however were motionless. He smiled to himself, admiring the perfect destruction he had caused.

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Then the door opened and Jack walked in.

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"Well it was almost perfect." He thought out loud as Jack pulled the trigger.