To make up for my completely lowsy updates here you are!!! A new chapter, hope you enjoy.
19.…x
"What's bad?" John asked.
"And how bad?" Asked Jack.
"This and very," Rachel muttered. Putting the knife back down, muttering incoherently under her breath.
The team watched her pace from side to side.
"Rachel, your making us dizzy," Owen said. She tutted over at him.
"This," She muttered, pointing to the knife. "This might mean that someone is alive that really shouldn't be," Pacing again.
"Who?"
"Just someone bad," She explained. She looked down at her finger.
"The police have rang in," Jessica Harrow called. "Murder, but it's a strange one,"
"Alright, we'll worry about this later, you coming Rachel?" Jack said.
Ianto, Gwen, Owen, Jack and Rachel made their way to the murder location. Rachel did a double take as she realised where they were. She rushed over to jack.
"Jack," She whispered urgently. "Jack, this is where I've been sleeping for the last two weeks,"
He turned to her in shock.
"I thought, when you said that, I thought you were being sarcastic." He replied.
"I lost my sense of humour a while back," She said seriously.
Jack looked like he didn't know how to reply but the conversation was stopped for the police.
"My god," whispered Gwen.
In the tree, where Rachel usually slept, was an old man, deep wounds covering his body and blood dripping down onto the ground, cut all over him.
"Bert." Rachel identified the tramp who she used to give food to. They all turned to her.
"You knew him?" Ianto asked.
"Yeah," She muttered, climbing into the tree, shifting Bert's body so he fell from it with a dull thud. She looked down at the corpse. Owen bent to give him a quick look over.
"C.R.F?" He questioned. Those three letters were carved all over the man's body.
Rachel looked around the tree. There was a plastic case with a disk inside. Wrote on the case in Bert's blood was "C.R.F" She took the disc and jumped from the tree.
Handing the disk to Jack. Going to Bert's body his eyes still showing the fear.
"Guess that apple didn't do much, eh? You poor sod, I'm sorry." She said quietly, leaning forward and closing his eyes.
"C.R.F," Rachel said. "Captain. Rachel. Falcon. Someone wants my attention," she said.
It was a quiet trip back to the hub. All this confirmed Rachel's suspicion. Drake was alive, or someone from Hollow was, they had been watching her for some time, and this was very dangerous.
Jack looked in the rear view mirror. Rachel was sat in the back, her brow furrowed thinking.
"Rach…?" He asked. She started slightly, looking at him,
"mm?" She asked.
"You alright?" He asked.
She simply nodded. When they were back at the hub, Jack handed Toshiko the disk. They crowded around her computer as the disk was put in, it was a DVD.
At first it was simply a black screen, it stayed like that for a couple minutes.
"Oh, not good. This is not good." Rachel's voice echoed on the screen. Then there was a noise of chains, on screen the black was broken by a light from the centre of the room.
"Oh Bugger. Not good," On screen Rachel muttered as light filled the screen. A door opened and a man entered the room and hit Rachel, hard.
The team turned to look at Rachel to find her gone.
Back on screen, Rachel received another hit as she greeted the man. They watched as Rachel was beaten and tortured, in the room. Then they reached the point as Drake was explaining that they had to try harder. They watched as she was stabbed and burnt, shot beaten and finally raped.
Gwen had seen enough as she went to her own desk. She should of seen this, Rachel had come back broken, and that was why but no one had tried to make her better. Gwen should have seen it, she knew people, she had asked, but received the same answer as everyone else. Then she had given up.
Tosh too, had seen enough. She left it playing on her computer as she retreated to the kitchen. Feeling as guilty as Gwen did.
That left Jessica, Ianto, Jack and John watching it.
They watched as Rachel had a knife pulled out of her stomach, with a yell and a burble of blood.
"You know," Drake sat next to her, Rachel was obviously too tired to speak.
"You've got your little trick of healing up, do you reckon things grow back too?" He asked, going to the table and pulling out a pair of wire cutters.
Rachel whimpered, trying to edge back, the chains and her own exhaustion stopping her.
Drake stood on her battered body, stopping her escape. Bringing her hand back up to his face, he took the pliers and opened the blades on both sides of her little finger.
"P…pl, please. Please d…don't" She begged, her voice struggling under his weight. He ignored her plea and slammed them closed. At this Jessica walked away.
Rachel's scream echoed through the speakers. Drake got off her as she clutched her hand to her chest. Her little finger on the floor, near-by.
"Don't grow back…please, don't" Rachel whispered. Her bloody stump of a finger began to stretch and shift, as it grew back.
Drake gave a cruel laugh as Rachel gave silent tears. Her whole body shaking.
"You know, I've heard every possible scream from you except one type," Drake said.
"The only one I've not heard is the one that normally breaks the girls, I've not heard you scream my name," He grinned a sickly sweet smile.
Rachel visibly shuddered. Then her rebellious side kicked in.
"Unlike your mother, then?" She snarled. A powerful hit across her face.
She was too weak to stop him as he roughly pulled her leather trousers down.
She struggled as much as she could in his grip.
"no, no, NO!" She screamed. Writhing and lashing out the best she could.
Ianto turned away from the screen.
As Rachel began screaming her lungs out as Drake brutally thrust in and out of her. Then the screaming stopped. Rachel had her eyes shut tight, her mouth slammed closed. Then she began to relax, her eyes still closed but she began moaning slightly. After only a short while Rachel came with a strangled cry of "John!"
Then immediately, as Drake was pulling out Rachel tensed again.
"Sadly, not your lover boy," Drake smirked as Rachel flinched at his words.
"Enjoy yourself,"
"About as much as your mum would," Rachel growled.
"No, Mr. Hart…" He began but was cut off as Rachel spat "Captain," at him.
"What?"
"Captain Hart," She snarled.
"No one's coming for you," Drake said. "Too be honest, I doubt he really cared. He will see you like everyone else does," Drake smirked. "A freak, sure. But just a good shag." He pulled a knife from the table, plunging it into her side, and dragging it down. Practically opening her stomach. Drake left, leaving the door he had come in by open.
The disc ended. Returning to the usual blue screen saver. Jack looked to his team but only John was next to him. He took the disc from the computer, and looked at it in disgust.
Ianto had retreated to the archives, but he wasn't alone, he heard a beautiful sound, soft music ringing through the halls. He followed the noise to a hall, Rachel was sat on the ground, a small bejewelled box in front of her.
It was a music box that had come out of the rift a while back.
Rachel's eyes were following the small ballerina as it danced its path through the box.
Rachel looked up as Ianto sat down on the floor next to her.
"Hullo, Ianto." She said quietly.
"Hello Rachel,"
"I'm guessing you watched the thing," Rachel muttered.
"Some,"
"So you know what's a matter with me now,"
"Yeah," Ianto said. Pulling her into his arms, she was tense for a moment.
"I'm so sorry Rachel, we tried to find you, we did. But we couldn't. I am so sorry," He whispered to her.
That's when her body relaxed, leaning completely on Ianto as the flood barrier broke. Ianto didn't say anything, he just held her as she cried herself out on his shirt.
He wasn't aware of how long they sat there, only that the music had stopped playing and the ballerina had ground to a stop.
Rachel took a deep breath, then sat up slightly. Wiping her eyes.
"I ruined you shirt," She said quietly, her voice hoarse.
"Don't worry about it, I don't think yellow is my colour anyway," Ianto said.
Rachel nodded, "You should stick to red," She laughed, a glimmer of her old self showing.
Rachel leaned back against ianto, "Drake was right though. John did just see me as a good shag,"
"Nonsense," Ianto muttered into her hair. "John, just made a mistake, and well, he's john, he's very stupid and doesn't know how to fix his mistakes so he forces himself to live with them,"
"Come on," Ianto said to her. "My arse is killing me on this floor, lets go somewhere comfier," He helped Rachel up, looping his arm around her waist as they walked back up to the main hub.
"Everyone is staring," Rachel muttered.
"It's because they've only just realised how good looking I really am," Ianto said in all seriousness.
He sat them down on the couch under the TORCHWOOD sign. Where he remained, just holding her. He didn't need to speak, there was nothing he could say to make anything better, what had happened, happened. Ianto was amazing but he couldn't change the past.
"Jack," Ianto said quietly as he brought them a blanket "I'm going to have to cancel tonight, I'm helping my new room mate move in,"
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