AN: Solitary confinement…not cool, I imagine- especially when you're not so close with those you're being taken away from. Yes, you would be worried, I guess…'cause you'd have no way of protecting the others, nor knowing what was happening to them. However, perhaps if you're in the right mood, it might be nice for a short period of time. I'm really going to have to do a time jump at some point, sadly, but it's kind of a necessity. I may try a different approach, this time…to The Master dying- I just don't yet know what. There's gonna be some POV switches in this, also, it's two days after the previous chapter.
/
It had been two days. Two days and Ianto hadn't seen or spoken to anyone- there hadn't even been any visits from The Master, or any guards. He wondered if the same applied for his brother and his father- who he also hadn't seen for two days. But for a Timelord, two days was nothing. Sure…he was bored, irritated and lonely, and rather worried for the others, but so what? It'd take more than that to fuck him up. What was bothering him most were the silence and the boredom, and the anxious feeling; the concern. For a few fleeting moments he'd even considered using some blood –from where his wrist had somehow got cut…maybe from him struggling against the manacles- to draw pictures. However, he soon realised that even the mere thought was rather disgusting.
He leant back against the wall and glanced around the room, from where he sat chained. It wasn't a ridiculously small room. On the contrary, it was actually a decent size; about the size of a normal living room in a house. However…there was nothing in it. Apart from the floors, the ceiling, the walls, the chains, and of course Ianto himself; it was bare. Empty. Dull. Boring. And not to mention…a bit depressing. So, yes- here he was, here he'd been for two days, and here he'd probably be for much longer.
The Master's motive for this wasn't really too hard to work out. He'd split them all up, and by denying them access to, or sight of each other- they wouldn't know what the others were being subjected to…if they were injured, if they were all right. That part was obvious enough. Ianto, however, being very clever -and rather bored- had quickly figured the rest out. Well, almost. It was most likely that The Master's plan was to single one of the other three Timelord's out and focus on them- to torture, abuse, and attempt to break them. It was equally likely that he would then brag about all of this to the other two. The issue was, however, deciding whom. He looked around the room thoughtfully.
"Well…I reckon it'll be me, or Atrum- It'd be easier that way, and probably more fun for him. Now…Atrum would take longer to break than I will. And I'm the youngest- the one they both strive to protect the most. Therefore…the effect on them, would probably be greater." He sighed and then shrugged.
"Seemingly…I'm going to be the second player in this little game of The Master's."
Well, he'd rather it was him than his brother or his father. And the next time he saw The Master, if the eldest Timelord seemed to have any doubt that he should single out and use as a weapon…he would be quick to rectify that. It may cause him more suffering, but at least it gave him the chance to save the other two from potential and unnecessary pain and abuse.
Ianto-Levis-Ianto-Levis- Ianto-Levis-Ianto-Levis- Ianto-Levis-Ianto-Levis- Ianto-Levis-Ianto-Levis-Ianto-Levis-Ianto-Levis-Ianto-Levis-Ianto
Owen staredat the ceiling in frustration; he sighed and smacked his head back against the wall. "Who the hell has rooms this bare? They simply serve no purpose! And also….why the hell hasn't The Master popped in yet and been all like evil-laugh-ha-ha-I-have-you-prisoner-and-I'm-playing-on-you-weak-points-and-I-simply-love-to-gloat-about-it?"
Yes…he hadn't seen anyone for two days straight, and if he was being honest; he was pissed, lonely and worried…pretty damn worried. However, he could've been a lot more worried, he was taking comfort in the fact that if The Master had done, or did, anything terrible to the other two that he would come and gloat. So far…he hadn't done that. Good sign, very good sign…See, he knew that The Master was very unlikely to miss a chance to gloat- because that was how the eldest Timelord rolled.
Sure, imprisonment wasn't fun at the best of times- but at least when you were with people…it wasn't as bad. He was still pretty worried about his dad and his brother though, because he knew that the likelihood was that The Master was going to select either The Doctor or Ianto to use against him, and the other one. He didn't suspect it would be himself. He didn't know why….but something just told him that it was unlikely. And he was pretty sure that the eldest Timelord had also chosen his desired victim, and that there would be no bargaining with him, no chance at getting him to change his mind. Of course, if he had the opportunity, he would still try to change The Master's mind. "Fucking prick," he groaned, shaking his head. The Master was so messed up now…and it seemed like the Timelord they once knew was barely even there anymore.
Rotcod-Retsam-Rotcod-Retsam-Rotcod-Retsam-Rotcod-Retsam-Rotcod-Retsam-Rotcod-Retsam-Rotcod-Retsam-Rotcod-Retsam-Rotcod-Retsam
The Doctor –who was still in the same room as two days previously- was completely on his own. Aside from the large blood stain on the floor, of course. The blood from where The Master had brought in a member of the resistance one day previously…whom he'd tortured and killed right in front of his adversary. Without even telling him who he was; without even telling him his name.And that made it all the worse… His eyes unwillingly drifted to mess, that had evidently been left there intentionally. He stared at it solemnly for a few moments, remembering what had occurred.
The begs and pleas falling from the helpless man's lips, mingling with The Doctor's own…
His screams…the blood…the merciless torture…the bitter end…the innocent eyes, staring at him accusingly.
It was his fault…that man's blood was on his hands. As was the blood of so many others already dead, and some many others who had yet to die. He knew that, and he was unable to stop any of it. He averted his gaze from the blood stain, guilt, pain, nausea and sorrow all burning brightly inside him. It had been a message- a simple message. Then the body had been taken, and The Master had left- leaving the younger Timelord alone in a whirlwind of bitterness, remorse, self loathing and despair.
He gritted his teeth and shook his head. He wouldn't give in. He wouldn't relent and he would not lose hope. He would not lose sight of the plan. Martha would continue telling the story, and he would continue doing his part, weaving himself into the Arch Angel network to break the mental dominance that The Master had over the world. He would stop this, and he would save The Master- not only for the eldest Timelord's own sake…but for the sake of all the dead, those suffering; for the sake of the world.
He knew that The Master's plan was probably to use one of his boys as a weapon- to break one of them, and then break him and the other son…by using the first against them. He didn't know who would be singled out, but it didn't really matter. Either way, it made him feel terrible, sick. He tried so hard to protect them, but all he every seemed to do was make things worse for them…For everyone, actually. It was like he destroyed, or hurt everything and anyone he touched. Very few got away unscathed, and they did…they were the lucky ones. The Dalek's had been right, all that time ago…he was The Bringer of Darkness…The Destroyer of Worlds.
Harkness monster-Jack-Harkness monster-Jack-Harkness monster-Jack-Harkness monster
Jack grimaced in pain. His muscles, like usual these days, were burning from the strain caused by the position he was in. Not to mention…the fact that he'd been tortured and killed repeatedly. That totally wasn't helping the situation. Unlike the three Timelords, however, he had seen The Master over the past two days…frequently. And of course, the Timelord had been his usual smug, gloating self. So, naturally…Jack was opposed to some more information. So, he knew things… and what he didn't hear from The Master; he either heard from the soldiers, or via Tish. Things get around fast on this ship. And recently, word among the ship was that the other three Timelord's had been separated, each of them being placed in 'solitary confinement'. Like him. But, well…after that; the rest had been Chinese whispers, as you often found with humans. There were various stories flying around about The Doctor's, Owen's and Ianto's situations. Some said that The Master had killed them all, others that all three were mercilessly being tortured, and some even said that they were even being made to repeatedly regenerate. Now, Jack wasn't stupid…Far from it, actually.
And this meant that he knew the first and the last scenarios were out of the question. The second, however… was more logical, but it wasn't factual so he hadn't allowed himself to jump to any conclusions. It was a fact, however, that he was very, very worried about those three. Very. He also knew something else that was a fact…for The Master had told him on his last visit…A member of the resistance had captured and then tortured and killed in front of The Doctor. The Master liked to send people messages- fact. He was unlikely to kill any of the other three Timelords- fact. However, that didn't stop him worrying though…because there was still very much that The Master could do to make them suffer. He was a very inventive man…and Jack had, unfortunately, discovered that by experience. He gritted his teeth. They needed The Doctor to remain strong, and his kids. However, The Master mostly like wanted them all to be broken. Fact- The Doctor couldn't break, not entirely…or it may as well all be over.