tampered | Log: Ongoing

Log: Ongoing

When; Monday Evening
Rating; R for Graphic Violence
Characters; Saya Wallace

repairedbywebs and Captain Jack Harkness

handsomejack
Summary; Jack snaps.
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Jack didn't even think to pick up the Webley as he tore out of the flat and headed down to the warehouse. There was a part of his brain trying to beat it into him that this was an incredibly stupid move but it was getting shouted down by a number of factors.

Not the least of which was the fact that Saya was threatening his team. Actually, Saya probably wasn't a threat to his team, at least not the biggest one but at the moment he didn't see that. Instead, he saw a threat that he could neutralize, unlike how it had been when Gray had killed Tosh and Owen.

Jack hit the door of the warehouse like a freight train, barreling through it and bellowing out his rage.

"Where are you, you BITCH!"

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Oh, what would the Corinthian say if one of her perfect eyes went missing? He'd probably lament that it wasn't him that got it. The tool dug into an eye, and she could feel it threaten to pop, but it managed to stay whole. However, it did cause a cut, and blood poured down her face. She hissed through her chelicera, and looked up, maneuvering to release a slick strand of silk up to the ceiling. She turned and crawled up a bit, then swung one arm again, dangling over Jack.

She flicked one leg, and a body, long dead and wrapped in thick webbing, dropped from the ceiling.

Jack smirked and quickly began to cast about for his next weapon of choice. Her movement caught his attention and he looked up in time to dodge the dead body -ew!- but unfortunately he stepped into the path of that swinging arm.

He felt the breath leave his body as she connected and he was lifted from the ground and thrown. Landing heavily, Jack rolled and bounded up to his feet, trying to ignore the ache in his ribs where her arm had landed.

Her memory mapped out the web above her head; she had to find the exact right body. A boy, 25, dark short hair, beautiful features, resembling Ianto strongly. She knew she had eaten him sometime in the past few months, which meant that with her preserving agent, he would have maintained most of his flesh inside of the cocoon.

While there was a part of her that told her not to push this anymore, her curiosity overcame. She tugged with her legs, and the body unwrapped, dropping carefully and falling at Jack's feet. The man didn't look dead - except he was - he looked like he was asleep. She hiked herself up a bit on her line, and watched.

Bodies as a rule didn't bother Jack. He'd seen too many of them, made too many of them himself over the years but the entire driving force of this attack was rooted in her threats towards Ianto and in Jack's own lingering helplessness from the death of Tosh and Owen ...

Greg.

Jack reeled back and then he fell forward, the threat from above forgotten for a moment as he landed heavily on his knees next to the peaceful looking form. He knew death, it always looked different from sleeping and it didn't take much for an overwrought mind to superimpose the image of two lovers, one bloodied and broken, stolen from him in revenge and one who he would probably lose in a violent way some day.

"Ianto," Jack whispered, reaching out to touch the stranger's face. "Greg..."

In the next moment, he was in motion. Lunging to his feet, Jack's face was a set mask as he turned to blindly grab up an item he'd seen out of the corner of his eye.

A cellophane blow torch.

Striking it to life, Jack's blue eyes were blank, devoid of all emotion as he set the fire against the body, lighting it up and then he started to stalk towards the spider, calmly setting anything that would catch to burn as he walked, perfectly ready to bring this warehouse down around them both as he turned his arm and began swinging it at those graceful, powerful legs.

Edited 2008-05-27 00:34 (UTC)

Fire.

Fire.

She moved fast. Fire wasn't a huge deal when she was in lilian form, except that it was. She scurried up the line and spit, a whole slew of dousing webbing hitting the body, and she went straight up into the heart of the web, found the line in the Weaving and pulled.

The body of the boy, charred but still mostly whole, got up, and started to scream. It pushed away at the webbing and stared up, around, and screamed again.

She found another line, yanked, and pulled, another dead body unrolling; a woman, young, dark hair, asian features. She landed on her feet, that one, and started screaming too.

Saya scuttled across the web and to the far wall.

Not the goriest thing he'd ever seen but this was going to be new fodder from nightmares!

Corinthian was going to have a field day.

Jack defaulted to battle mode. He mentally blocked out the inhuman screaming and turned to attack the two bodies. Wielding the rebar like a crude sword with one hand, Jack spun the cellophane torch with the other, continuing to lay down blazes as he brutally caved in the heads of the two zombies until broken necks ripped from shoulders and bits of skull and flesh flew in various directions.

There went dinner. How irritating; but it was necessary. She watched blood fly and moved; down the wall, across the floor, fast enough that she could grab Jack by the midsection and lift him before he could set her ablaze, and she bit.

Immediately she recoiled. The poison was delivered, but the taste got into her mouth. The blood was human but not - the peril of biting immortals - and she spun back, one of the bodies exploding behind her as she touched it.

Clean up is going to be a pain.

Of the two, Jack decided the bite was definitely worse than the exploding body.

Screaming as her fangs sank into his torso, he thrashed and was shocked when she spit him back out onto the ground. At first, shock took over and he felt nothing, rolling to his feet, he glared up at her and went back to trying to light as much on fire as he could manage but with distressing speed, his limbs began to refuse to respond to his demands upon them.

Pain radiated from his chest, not just the pain of her fang bite but a different sort of pain ... poison.

Stumbling back, he glared up at her, still holding the torch. Throwing it back towards the tank, Jack lifted the rebar and sent it spinning towards the valve that stuck out from the tank. If he had his way, it would hit, break and she could deal with an explosion of her own as he fell back out the door.

She calculated it, and she realized exactly what had happened when the rebar hit.

Panic was unnecessary. Instead she dropped, dissolved, and climbed into the umbra. The explosion would decimate the first floor, all her equipment, but it wouldn't kill her. She vanished, straight into the air, all two thousand spiders at once.

The concussion of the blast helped throw Jack clear of it, though the building he smacked into didn't do his poisoned body much good!

Laying there, vaguely aware of the fire burning just half a block away, Jack let his head fall back against the ground as that little niggle of common sense finally got a word in edgewise.

"Oh dear Time that was stupid," he whispered, just before rolling onto his side so he could throw up the lovely dinner he'd shared with Ianto and Loreana a few hours early.

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