Judas
Title: Judas
Author: CaptainJuniper
Raiting: M?
Characters:Team, OC
Summary: “I fancy myself more as Judas”, he said in a cool voice.
Author note: What the Hell did I think to write something so crappy? I go now and hide myself under a rock. As usual don’t have a Beta…so all mistakes are mine. If somebody finds some let me now. :) And I am sorry.
“I can’t believe it! You drugged us!”, spat Owen. He ranted, he ranted for five minutes now, but the figure on the other side of the table kept still. Not moving, not speaking and so not denying. He took everything they throwed at him. “Fuck you!”, screamed the medic again. And it was the forty-sevenths one.
“Owen please”, whispered Tosh, unable to whip the tears away that run down her face. She doesn’t want to here anymore. It was enough. Sitting there like a calm statue was the man she trusted with her life. And Owen just ranted, because he was helpless. Tied down to a chair, like them all.
“Pet please let us free”, began Gwen in her best people-voice. A voice that every person tells you was naughty but I know you don’t mean to be. But the cool blue eyes never quivered from them. And then cut one word through all of this. Cut through Owens rant, cut through Gwen’s attempt to be freed and through Tosh’s sniffling.
“Why?”, asked a subdued voice. And the man just smiled cold and raised there right hand and showed them his palm, written in black ink ware the words I am and then the second hand, the palm turned to his captives in blood red ink Judas. The man let the hand sinks and rubbed the ink away, when a second one entered the room.
“You are really fantastic! You infiltrate Torchwood Three all alone!”, exclaimed the newcomer excited.
“I try my best”, echoed the welsh voice.
“How did you get them all here?”
“You know…one coffee a time, Jesus.”
The man swirled around:”Did you call me Jesus?”
Ianto smilied:”Yes. I find it really fitting you know. You are Jesus. And me and the soldiers are your apostles.”
The man grinned:”That has a nice ring to it. And who are you from the apostles? John? Or maybe Peter?”
“You know…I fancy myself more as Judas”, he said in a cool voice.
The shocked expression never left his eyes. But how could it, with the brain smattered on the wall behind him and on the faces of Torchwood Three. Ianto throw the smoking gun on the table and put his feet on the table and smirked to his team. “Red is not your colour…really.”
End?
Author: CaptainJuniper
Raiting: M?
Characters:Team, OC
Summary: “I fancy myself more as Judas”, he said in a cool voice.
Author note: What the Hell did I think to write something so crappy? I go now and hide myself under a rock. As usual don’t have a Beta…so all mistakes are mine. If somebody finds some let me now. :) And I am sorry.
“I can’t believe it! You drugged us!”, spat Owen. He ranted, he ranted for five minutes now, but the figure on the other side of the table kept still. Not moving, not speaking and so not denying. He took everything they throwed at him. “Fuck you!”, screamed the medic again. And it was the forty-sevenths one.
“Owen please”, whispered Tosh, unable to whip the tears away that run down her face. She doesn’t want to here anymore. It was enough. Sitting there like a calm statue was the man she trusted with her life. And Owen just ranted, because he was helpless. Tied down to a chair, like them all.
“Pet please let us free”, began Gwen in her best people-voice. A voice that every person tells you was naughty but I know you don’t mean to be. But the cool blue eyes never quivered from them. And then cut one word through all of this. Cut through Owens rant, cut through Gwen’s attempt to be freed and through Tosh’s sniffling.
“Why?”, asked a subdued voice. And the man just smiled cold and raised there right hand and showed them his palm, written in black ink ware the words I am and then the second hand, the palm turned to his captives in blood red ink Judas. The man let the hand sinks and rubbed the ink away, when a second one entered the room.
“You are really fantastic! You infiltrate Torchwood Three all alone!”, exclaimed the newcomer excited.
“I try my best”, echoed the welsh voice.
“How did you get them all here?”
“You know…one coffee a time, Jesus.”
The man swirled around:”Did you call me Jesus?”
Ianto smilied:”Yes. I find it really fitting you know. You are Jesus. And me and the soldiers are your apostles.”
The man grinned:”That has a nice ring to it. And who are you from the apostles? John? Or maybe Peter?”
“You know…I fancy myself more as Judas”, he said in a cool voice.
The shocked expression never left his eyes. But how could it, with the brain smattered on the wall behind him and on the faces of Torchwood Three. Ianto throw the smoking gun on the table and put his feet on the table and smirked to his team. “Red is not your colour…really.”
End?