AN: Hi there. After extensive thinking I have decided to get this chapter on the road. Plz people don't cry. You will see what I mean when I write this.
This chappie is for a special guy at college that will probably never look at me in the way I want, but I still feel for him.
Rach, you will understand who I mean…enjoy.
Ianto felt cold. Very cold indeed. He didn't want to open his eyes, there was an immense pain behind them that he didn't want to subject to the world. His hands were bound behind him, he deduced that he was back in the office where he was in the first place. He then cast his mind back. How did he get out of here? Then it hit him…Ella.
His eyes snapped open, the glare of the bleached white walls hurt his eyes and the pain behind them intensified. The pain receded, as he grew accustomed to the light. He then saw a figure slumped in a wooden chair, their head was lolling forwards. Brilliant blonde hair billowed in front of her, obscuring her face. Her hands were bound behind her back, her feet were tied up too with thick rope. Blood trickled from the ropes where they had cut into her flesh.
"Ella? Ella, wake up Ella!" whispered Ianto, aware of the camera in the corner of the room. She whimpered softly and lifted her head slowly, groaning as her head was level with Ianto's.
"I had that all planned out. God I'm an idiot." She mumbled, her voice was weak and her words were hard to understand. Concussion, thought Ianto.
"You did well for the moment" uttered Ianto, trying to lift her spirits.
"Yeah…I guess. You ok? I don't remember what happened. Are you hurt? I'm so sorry." Her deep blue eyes were filled with tears as she spoke.
"I'm ok. You?"
"My head hurts, I hate blunt objects being lumped on my head."
Ianto snorted, he looked around for a means of escape. He saw that the end of the desk by the wall had sharp corners.
He manoeuvred his way to the desk. He looked up briefly to Ella, she looked at him with a puzzled look. He raised an eyebrow in a knowing way.
He reached the desk and began to rub the fibres on the corner rapidly, he ignored the burning coming from the ropes as they cut deeper into his wrists. Ella sighed like she understood. She attempted to shuffle over, but Ianto heard a hiss of pain. He looked up from his task. She was bent over double, covering a groan of pain with her lips.
"Ella? What's wrong?"
"I…think they broke my ribs." She hissed. The pain stopped and she sat up. Tears were streaming down her cheeks.
She smiled weakly and leaned back. Ianto understood the gesture. He would have to hurry with his ropes to get Ella from hers. He turned the chair slightly so he could see Ella and continued to work.
Jack sent the team off in two groups. Gwen and Toshiko were sent to right of a corridor, Owen was with him. If Jack found Ianto, he wanted him to be seen to immediately.
Tosh and Gwen came to a dead end on their corridor so they headed back, re-checking each room they had passed for Ianto. They kept their bluetooth headsets on standby, ready for any news on Ianto.
They came to the junction where Owen had cast a longing glance back at the women when Jack had pulled him along with him. His mouth had distinctly shaped the words 'oh god save me'. He had then made a gesture like a hangman's noose around his neck and a yanking motion. As he disappeared round the corner the two women had burst into laughter at the gesture.
They turned the same corner and found that there were many doors ajar. Most of them had large chunks missing from them, obviously where Jack had kicked them with such a force that the wood had splintered.
From the darkness three figures loomed. On Jack's orders Gwen and Tosh fired madly at the shapes. With shrieks and cries the shapes fell to the floor writhing, then the writhing stopped and silence engulfed the corridor. On further inspection (with Gwen's foot), Tosh and Gwen recognised them as the policeman, and two other villagers from the cannibal village.
"Ianto was right. Poor thing, he's already afraid of getting that cottage in the country when he retires." Mumbled Gwen.
Tosh nodded, then continued on into the darkness aiming her gun into the emptiness of each room.
Jack had meticulously kicked each door that he came across with such fury…Owen was afraid to breathe. Owen was also wary of the large cannon perched on his shoulder.
"You know, the tests that Tosh and Ianto had performed on that thing left them both deaf for two days." Pointed out Owen. He was trying to cover the silence.
"Ianto still has a scar on his left thigh. Where that shard of ceiling pierced flew at him. He has nightmares Y'know." Replied jack, after performing a needle kick at the nearest door.
"I'm not even going to ask how you know that." Grimaced Owen. Jack heard Owen shudder behind him. For a moment, Jack let a smile cross his face at the memory. Ianto had been moaning about it to Jack, he had simply chuckled.
"Last door in this section." Mumbled Jack. He kicked the door and revealed a surveillance room. Small televisions covered the walls, each screen flickered grey and white. One screen in particular caught Jack's eye.
Ianto was on a wooden chair, bound together. Jack's blood began to boil, he decided that death was too good for the captors. He would torture them till they begged for mercy…then he would kill them.
Then Jack saw that there was another person in the room, her head was hanging over the back of her chair. She seemed to be chatting to Ianto, wincing every so often. He saw that Ianto was rubbing the ropes on his wrists against the desk in the room. Jack smiled at this.
"I guess all that training paid off. Look Owen, I guess I can teach!"
Owen scoffed, but turned at the sound of guns. "Gwen…Tosh." He muttered. Owen made to run to the sound, but Jack pulled him back and shook his head. He recognised the shots from the guns. They were from the right guns and he heard no other gunfire.
They looked closely at the room. Jack used his wrist device to triangulate where Ianto was. The beeping of Jack's wrist device made him run from the room, Owen had to sprint to keep up with Jack.
Ianto was getting tired from cutting through the ropes on his wrists. Ella had chatted to him quietly; the conversation had covered the usual subjects. Family, friends, job and any other area of normal life that seemed to evade Ianto.
Ella knew that Ianto dealt with secret matters from the cannibals. It turned out that she was a police agent that had followed the cannibals and infiltrated the group through a secret means that she refused to tell Ianto. She was 20 years old, lived in London but had moved to Cardiff for the investigation.
Suddenly the ropes broke away and Ianto's arms fell free from their position. The feeling was pure bliss, as the blood returned to his limbs he sighed deeply. He then undid the knots of rope around his ankles and trotted over to Ella.
He undid the ropes around her ankles first, she sighed in pleasure. He then moved to the ropes around her wrists.
"Ianto. You're going to have to grab me when you undo those ropes…I don't have the strength to sit up." Ella murmured.
Ianto agreed softly. As he undid the ropes Ella fell forwards. Groaning softly.
Ianto shifted her weight to his side and helped her walk to the door.
"How do we get out?" He asked racking his brains for an idea.
"Here…let me." She mumbled from his side. The force of her being knocked out was creeping back again.
She pulled a small penknife from her trouser pocket and jammed in the side of the door, she then clicked a switch on the side.
"Stand back…it's pretty powerful."
"What is?" Asked Ianto, but his answer came fast. The door suddenly blew open with such force that splinters showered the two. Ianto blundered out of the room with Ella clinging to him, slipping in and out of consciousness.
Suddenly Ianto saw many shapes in the dust from the shattered door. He froze in his position, wishing that he had one last chance to see his friends…before the inevitable came.
Oooooooohhh dam. I see to have left it at a cliffie. Im sooo mean arnt I…oh well!
R&R or no new chappies!!!