Title: Terror
Author: badly-knitted
Characters: Ianto, Tosh.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 854: Afraid at torchwood100.
Spoilers: Countrycide.
Summary: Ianto has every reason to be afraid.
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
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Walking through the seemingly deserted hamlet, if it even qualified as such, Ianto had gripped his gun, feeling apprehensive, uncertain, wary, but not really afraid. He'd moved slowly, cautiously, alert to every sound or movement in the stillness, doing what was expected of him, wondering where the people who lived here were, but he'd experienced a sense of unreality, more like walking through a dream…
Then something, or someone, had hit him over the head and he'd regained consciousness in a dark, dank basement, unarmed, and with only Tosh for company, yet he still wasn't truly fearful. Nervous, worried, unhappy at having let himself be captured, certainly, and determined to find a way out, not just for his own sake but for Tosh's as well. At that point, he still hadn't been fully aware of how bad the situation was. That didn't hit him until he opened the old fridge standing against the cellar's wall and saw what it contained.
A human foot, wrapped in plastic, other body parts, all of them pieces of people, presumably the ones that had been reported missing… Then terror hit him like a brick; he was a prisoner, and this would be his fate.
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The End