blue lizard prologue
Title: Blue Lizard prologue (WIP)
Author: Morgia
Rating: Mature, Adult AU
Genre: AU Thriller
Summary: Everybody has secrets, sometime they wait in the shadow the good moment for taking the revenge.........
Chapter summary: A hunting Weevil
Pairings: Team, Jack, Ianto, OC, really different pairing, don't want to tell all the good suspence..... lol
Warnings: mature subject and bad words, mention of sex
Spoilers: no, its a AU series
Authors Notes:Ok, this is my first time in the world of the AU. My fabulous, gorgeous and so talented beta told me is was all right. I trust her. I'm a French Canadian, if you think my written style is weird, that the cause. The chapters will be not long, but like my mother say: dans les p'tits pots les meilleurs onguents (heuuuu try a translation: in the little pots the good salve) lol
Disclaimer:Torchwood and Dr. Who belong to RTD and the BBC.
Beta: The delicious
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Blue lizard
Prologue
The sound of running echoes through the alley. In the middle of the night, a noise explodes into the air like thunder at the end of a warm summer’s day. In this dusty and stinking place, a weevil tries to escapes it’s hunters. Three people pursue it, like cats chasing a mouse. The Weevil groans, it runs for it’s freedom, for it’s life. One of the three laughs and yells something about the futility of it’s hope; it will be caught. But the Weevil is a stupid beast, it doesn’t understand the notion of surrender, it will fight to the end to survive. So it runs, it tries to focus on any exit, on any sparkles of grace. Behind it the footsteps are drawing closer, the sound of a laugh torments it into helpless terror. It’s heartbeat is like a furious drum. But the Weevil continues to run. Then, something hard pushes it to the ground and suddenly the darkness is all around. The panic takes it like it never has before; it knows that death is coming for it. A pain in the neck extracts it’s last moan, it’s last yell of agony.
“Ahhhhh, what’s better than a great hunt in the middle of the night for a good healthy life?”
“Jack, you are such a kid!”
“Yep, and it’s why you love me so much Gwen!”
“In your dreams.”
“Hey, sorry to stop your great time here but there is something strong here..... it’s like a........”
“What is it Owen?”
The man crouches down beside the Weevil and takes a little object from it’s clothes.
“I don’t know ....... it’s like a tracker....”
“What?”
Suddenly a gunshot fires through the night and the other man falls to the ground. His eyes are open, a little trickle of blood on his forehead. In the dark alley, in the middle of the rubbish, on the wet ground, the man looks to be sleeping. He’s dead.
“JACK!”
“What the fuck?”
The woman kneels down beside him, taking the dead man into her arms. Tears fall slowly down her cheeks; she murmurs soft words into his ears, like a mother rocks a child. Behind them, the other man scans the surrounding area nervously, a gun in his hand.
“What the FUCK? What happened? Gwen we have to move, to be safe! GWEN?”
The woman doesn’t answer him. She continues to rock her captain. Around them the silence reigns, like a funeral respect. Then, after a moment, the man who lies on the ground gasps loudly, taking a long and deep breath. He firmly grasps the woman’s arms and looking at her with a confused gaze.
“Jack? Jack..... it’s all right baby.... it’s all right I’m here.....”
“Arrrgh, I hate to die like that...... What happened?”
“Jack, come on we have to go! Gwen help him, I’ll take the Weevil.”
Three people are in a dark and stinking alley. One died a moment before, another carries a unconscious Weevil on his back and the last one looks anxiously around them. None of them see the man of the roof, a sniper’s rifle in his hands. They are not conscious that all their movements are being meticulously studied. When they enter the SUV and finally leave, the man on the roof lights a cigarette and smiles. His first mission is accomplished. He takes his mobile and dials a number.
“Yes?”
“You can tell him….. it’s true….. Captain Jack Harkness can’t die.”
“Thank you.”
“Oh? Suzie?”
“Yes?”
“Keep your bed warm…. I’ll be there soon….”
“I bet you will Ianto Jones….”
TBC
Chapter one
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