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.
Log;

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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Screaming.

Oh, how cliche.

The truth was, really, that Saya didn't want to eat any of his team. She did like to meet new people, in a weird, spidery way. Contacts made good allies, and allies made good networks. There wasn't much in terms of friends about it.

Her daemon, a small, nut brown spider that looked identical to her, rested carefully in a locked against the base of her throat. She stepped down the stairs calmly.

"You don't need to yell. The doorbell suffices."

The fact that she had a daemon and he didn't in no way affected his emotions.

...

Want to buy some beach front property in Kansas?

Jack wasn't here to talk, he wasn't here to banter words with her, after all they could do that over the net.

With a growl, he charged the stairs and short of wearing a large sign that said 'going to attack now kthnx' he couldn't be telegraphing his intentions any more.

She fixed her gaze on him and watched his movements. Humans were predictable, but only to a point. Once someone unclicked that last puzzle piece, like she had with Tony, the acted in stupid, irrational, dangerous way.

She took the first hit to the stomach on purpose, watching to see how much she could take from him before the snap ended. "Sweet blood from a sweet Welsh boy," she sang softly in his ear.

Jack had maybe just started to think this was a bad idea, since it really wasn't his MO to go around beating up people, particularly women.

Then, she had to go and speak.

Really, Saya had an uncanny knack of hitting his buttons and not in the fun way. It was one of the reasons that for the most part he tried to stay away from her, she was too much of a natural at unhinging him.

Growling, Jack's vision went white and he attacked without any reservation or hesitation.

Saya laughed and took a bit more of the man's blows, before one landed near her mouth, cutting her skin open. Her eyes flashed, and she glared. "That's enough," she said, wiping where blood should have been.

There was no blood. There would never be blood for her again, not in a human body, in any case. Instead there was a spider, two, three, free from her and sitting around her lip like three brown jewels, almost purposely. She licked her lip, and the wound didn't close. If someone looked closely they would see the mass of tiny brown bodies crawling just under the surface.

"I've had enough," she said again, and pushed Jack, not using any of her extra strength, just enough to move him back a few inches.

"I'm sorry," Jack said almost cordially. "We're not playing by your rules right now."

He didn't care about the spiders, he'd seen stranger things in his time across the galaxy and his blood was still boiling with a rage that knew no logic at the moment.

Catching himself, he redirected the momentum built up by her shove to relaunch himself towards her, his knee coming up towards her belly with the full force of his strength and forward motion.

She shook her head. "No," she said, "We're always playing by my rules. You just don't know it."

The blow almost landed, would have, if she hadn't grabbed it with one hand, forcing it away from her body and twisting to jump over him, her transformation happening in midair. It was her lilian form she wanted, her war form, and when she landed that's what she was; ten feet tall, mostly spider, four legs on the ground and four arms on her torso, which was the shape of a woman. Her head was reformed, to accommodate her three pairs of eyes, one stacked on top of the other. Armor plating covered her skin, but it was supple, smooth and flexible.

She scuttled about the first floor of the warehouse, meticulously moving things with a precision and a direction that only a spider could have in the middle of a fight. It wouldn't do to have anything break.

"If I said it was an improvement, would you hold it against me?" Jack said with dry anger as he moved around carefully looking for something that might be useful against that armor.

Finding a piece of rebar that had no doubt done duty for the garage at some point, Jack hefted it up into his hand twirling it from the middle like a short staff. There was little point in trying to take on her torso, that was way too well armored and those four arms were there. No, best bet was to go for the eyes or the abdomen.

Taking his time now, Jack meticulously planned out his next move, circling her with surprising speed and grace.

Just because he could, he kicked over a small table. Not that it had anything useful, he just wanted to be an ass.

Saya was actually of the opinion that her lilian form was a great deal more beautiful than her human form, and the compliment wasn't sarcasm to her as much as it read as truth. She scuttled around him, one pair of eyes on his feet, one on his hands and on one his face.

She opened her mouth and a pair of chelicera slipped out, but there was no poison yet. Speech in this form was possible, but it was usually incoherent. She spun and reset the table with one leg, and then aimed one clawed arm towards Jack.

"Note to self, no French kissing," Jack ducked the clawed arm coming his way, swinging with the rebar to help block as he spun and moved quickly back. She was quick, the way she reset that table told him that so he started to fall back.

Reaching one of her work tables, Jack caught up a chisel like tool he found there and quickly spun back towards her, letting it fly with fairly good accuracy in the direction of one of those eyes. He was not above blinding her if he could manage it.

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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