Here we go, Chapter 15.... enjoy.
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Rachel woke into darkness,
"Oh, not good. This is not good." She muttered her eyes trying to adjust to the blackness, she tried to move but found herself weighed down. She tried to move a hand and the rattle of chains was heard.
Then a light from the centre of the room lit up. Silhouettes were seen on top of the square of the light. She picked out shapes of guns, knives and a familiar looking sword.
"Oh, bugger." Her weapons on the table in front. "Not good." A harsh light filled the room. Bright white and blinding. The sound of a door opening and closing and then pain across Rachel's face. The light still harsh she looked up at the man from the train. Under closer inspection he was barely a man. Scars covered every patch of skin. Both eyes a different colour. One black and one a sickly green.
"Hello Captain Falcon." He hit her again. Shaking away the pain.
"Hello, Ugly man," Rachel replied. To another hit.
"I'm Drake," He said, his voice sickly sweet. "I'll be your coach throughout your session at Hollow."
"Yeah, what you just said means nothing to me. UNIT and Torchwood will be here soon." She smiled, she could survive until they came.
However a pit of worry did fill her as she didn't have a clue who this man was or what he was going to do.
He laughed cruelly. "No one's coming for you, that UNIT base you were sent to." He looked around the room. "Like I said, welcome to Hollow."
"What?" She asked, another one of his powerful hits breaking her nose.
"Well, they don't actually know what we do, they send aliens and we break them." He snarled, landing a kick in her stomach.
"Your Lying," She spat blood from her mouth. Dread filling her and she hoped her voice hadn't betrayed her.
"You just wait then," He snarled before knocking her out again.
Rachel did wait. Two weeks in the same blinding room. Everyday Drake would come in and beat her until she couldn't open her eyes. The worse was Rachel healed fast, so she'd be healed by the time he wanted to start all over again. Rachel was sleeping on the same spot she'd been chained to for two weeks. Granted she was weaker, but still determined that Torchwood would save her. She hadn't eaten or drank since the morning she left Cardiff. The door clicked. Rachel opened her eyes. But the light went off. And the table light came on, silhouetting her own weapons that lay out of reach and impossible to get.
She saw the silhouette of Drake. He leant down and picked up something from the table. Then he came forward in the dark, bent to the ground where Rachel was chained and pressed one of the bolts that kept her on the ground. This made the chain long enough for her to stand, but she still couldn't fight back.
Then she felt his hand on her hair, dragging her up from the ground.
"Now, you are a lot stronger than we first thought you would be," He said.
"Thank You," She growled. His fist landing in her stomach, as she bent double winded she felt his hand close around her throat and push her back up.
"So we might have to try a bit harder."
Rachel was on the ground. Not quite aware how she got there. She was in a different room than before. This one was darker, warmer and there was a murmur of voices. Panic ran through her. She remembered. She had been in that room, with Drake, he had said they needed to try harder. Then it had started out the same as always. She'd been beaten until it hurt to breathe.
But then, unlike normal. He hadn't stopped. A knife, not one of hers, cutting into flesh. Over and over and over. Bullets, fire, knives. Each time she'd been stabbed a new mark on a tally. Each gunshot a new mark on a separate tally, burnt, new mark electrocuted, new mark. The tallies were located on a separate part of Rachel's body. She ran her fingers down the cut that started above her eyebrow, cut across her eye and finished at the bottom of her cheek.
"Ow," She groaned quietly, her body in agony. She pulled her leather pants back over her hips and felt the tally on the back of her neck, freshly cut in was one mark. Rape. Sitting up, her head spun, she felt sick and wrong and dirty. Shaking her head she listened to the voices.
"They must have got it wrong," An American voice called.
"You're so sexist Leo. A girl can get through, she's proof." Replied a Mancunian accent.
"Guys, She's up." Replied a quiet voice. Three men entered the room. Rachel tried to back up.
"Hey, easy. We're not going to hurt you, we're all the same here," Said the one with the Mancunian accent. He looked human. Brown hair flopped over a head band.
"I'm Alan," He said smiling kindly.
"You don't look like an alien," Rachel said. Looking at the other two, a blowfish and a man, with amber eyes and a mane of black hair on his head.
I bet that's Leo.
The demon was right, Leo rightly named looked like a lion and he was the American and Alan introduced the blow fish as Caracus.
"Just call me Carl," He said quietly.
"No offence, but I thought you were the bad guys," Rachel said to the blow fish, suspicious.
"Like Al said. We're all the same here." Carl replied. Rachel looked at the three of them, like her they had obviously been beaten up, a lot. They had identical scars over one of their eyes, that started at the top of their eyebrows and ended at the bottom of their cheeks. Rachel ran her finger down the cut again.
"It means your one of the strongest here," Alan explained. Leo and Carl came forward with a bucket of water and a sponge.
"You're going to want to keep them clean," Carl said, dabbing the cold sponge over her face.
The days went by in a horrific routine. At some point in the night or it could have been day, Rachel couldn't tell, she hadn't been outside since her last fresh breath at Cardiff train station, guards would come and collect one of the four. Leaving the other three behind. Then sometime a lot later the body would be returned, still alive. Death was an easy option out.
The four stayed together when ever they could and those left behind would stick close. Prepare for whenever their missing companion came back. Food was limited so they rationed it down to a piece of ham, a slice of bread and occasionally if they were lucky an orange between them. But they only managed to eat every other day. They always ate together.
Rachel gradually got to know each one.
Carl had been taken out of UNIT custody and put here. Outside Hollow he had a girl waiting back home for him.
Leo had been taken out of a circus, he was the amazing lion man, loved by his fans until UNIT stepped in, but the moment he was out he wanted to go back to the circus, they were his family.
Alan had a wife and baby boy back home, a tiny toddler. His pride and joy, Tyler. And his lovely wife, Helen, he told Rachel how beautiful she was. She was the only girl who could get him to stop talking.
Rachel told them of Torchwood, Jack, Gwen, Ianto, Owen, Toshiko and John.
She told them how she kept fighting Drake, believing that her family would come for her. She knew they would. She just knew it. John wouldn't leave her. Not again.
John woke from his deep sleep. The same empty feeling he'd had for nearly two months now. The shape in his bed next to him stirred. John stood and silently gathered his clothes. Sneaking from Jessica Harrow's hotel room, feeling the pangs of guilt set in.
Rachel had been gone too long, way too long. Arguments with UNIT had gotten them nowhere. They didn't even know the location of where she was meant to be.
John felt a huge hole tearing in his heart, a need to be with some one. And when he was it was ok. But only while it lasted, then it began to hurt again. He felt like he was betraying her, well he was. And every time he said he would stop, he never did.
Rachel's body was slammed back into the room.
"God, guys she's back. And she's awake," Carl called to Leo and Alan.
"Rachel," Alan called to her.
"J…John?" Rachel asked.
"She's delirious," Leo muttered.
"No, Rachel it's me Alan,"
She looked up at him from the ground. Then her eyes rolled back into her head and she collapsed.
"She must have really annoyed him," Alan whispered in horror. The blood wouldn't stop coming from a wound in her side. It looked like they cut her open.
"Thread, needle, anything. If we don't she's going to bleed to death." Alan called.
Rachel was fighting the darkness that was eating at her, but she was so tired of fighting. No one was coming for her. She wasn't worth enough for that. The darkness seemed inviting, a chance at peace, no more pain or worry. No responsibility, or Drake.
No John.
At that Rachel fought back, she might not be worth it, but john was.
Alan had done his best, Carl was at his side and Leo nervously pacing the room.
"Nungh, uh." Rachel finally groaned. Carl breathed a sigh of relief.
"Note," She sighed. "Never insult Drake's mother," She groaned.
Leo let out a laugh as he came and sat by her side.
"Let's not do that again," He smiled.
"You gave us a scare there, Captain." Carl smiled. Rachel tried sitting up, Alan helped her.
"I know a way out," Rachel breathed.
Silence filled the cabin.
"But it could kill us," She continued.
Still silence.
"What we waiting for then." Alan said.
"Tosh speak to me," Jack called over his comm. Ianto next to him in the SUV,
"Keep going forward then your first left,"
Jack sped up and then getting to the turn slammed the brakes with a squeal. A horrible churning noise of metal occurred and then a resounding snap. The car span out of control. As it groaned to a halt, both Jack and Ianto climbed out.
Ianto pulled out his mobile,
"Tosh, we need a mechanic, quick." Jack called over his comm.
"Jessica called in sick," Tosh explained. As Jack let out a growl he heard Ianto on the phone.
"Hi, AA, please?"
**********************************************Two Weeks have Passed**************************************************
"Ok," Rachel panted, her back against the door. "Might not have thought this completely through," She growled as the door she was leaning against was hit.
"Yeah, the information that about 5 million guards behind that door might have helped." Leo growled. Helping Rachel keep the door closed.
"Well, how was I meant to know, I'd just been raped, I wasn't paying that much attention," Rachel said.
"They get through that door we're all dead," Carl said.
"Thanks Carl," Alan said, looking around the circular room desperately.
"Phone!" Alan exclaimed.
"Carl, take my place, I know who to call,"
"Who you going to call?"
Rachel smirked. "Ghostbusters,"
All three looked at her. "Inappropriate, sorry,"
Stabbing the numbers she put the phone to her ear. The dialling tone rang through.
"Pick up the phone John, god please pick up," She begged.
John didn't hear his phone ringing, it was on vibrate in his trouser pocket, his trousers on the other side of the room. Jessica Harrow screaming in ecstasy under him.
"You have reached the answering…"
"Damn!" Rachel growled. The door thudding threateningly as Alan, Carl and Leo struggled to keep it shut.
"Rachel!" Alan called worried.
"Yeah, working on it. Think, think, think. Is it 507 or 750?" She muttered to herself.
"Only one chance, here we go,"
The door opened as Rachel ran to it to help, there was no escape from this room if they got in, they were dead. Hell, they were dead anyway but at least others would get out.
"Jack Harkness, who's this," his voice twanged from the phone.
"God! Jack! It's Rachel it's bad, we…" The door was forced open to floods of guards.
"Toshiko, trace the last call, now." Jack demanded storming from his office and throwing his phone at her.
"What is it?" Gwen asked.
"Rachel, I think," Jack answered. It had cut out seconds in but he heard the name and the panic in her voice.
"Untraceable Jack, the number doesn't exist." Tosh replied.
"Get me the head of UNIT on the phone, now. I want my mechanic back," Jack growled at Jessica.
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