I Need You Safe 9/??
Series: I need you safe
Part: Nine
Word Count: 2418
Characters: Jack Harkness, Martha Jones, OFC, OMC, Ianto Jones.
Pairings: Jack/Ianto, Gwen/Rhys, Martha/Tom
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Angst! AU!
Warning: Spoilers for Exit Wounds and the whole of the second series.
Disclaimer: Alas the Torchwood character's are not mine, they belong to other more fabulous people. Which makes me sad. The OC's are all my creations though, not that i wouldn't share them with RTD. 'Cause i so would ^_^
Un-beta'ed, sorry. Any and all mistakes are my own (i'm known as the typo queen around friends), and i apologize for them.
Author's Note: I swear i must be one of the worst updaters there is, and i really don't mean to be. I'm sorry, you may all give me a good swift kick in the backside for it. Just life has been really busy the past couple weeks, my niece who's in my care 4 days a week just started school. So as you can just guess, everything has been a tad hectic as of late. So please excuse my slow time in getting these chapters posted.
Summary: Jack takes desperate measures to assure his remaining staff is safe, which leaves him with a new team who are experiencing a VERY different side of Jack. Now it's up to one of his closest friends to try and straighten things out.
It was about an hour later, and Jack had yet to reappear from his office. Emma had busied herself by tidying what little mess there was in the Hub, as well as closing up the tourist store front. Once done she was content to putter around the main level of the Hub, looking for the odd dirty dish that she always seemed to over look. Sometimes she swore that those dished appeared out of nowhere just to spite her.
Finally giving up on the search for the ever elusive dirty mugs that James always managed to leave in the oddest places, Emma decided that she would poke the bear sort to speak. Gathering up a fresh cup of tea and the chocolate cake she had bought Martha earlier but was never eaten, she went and knocked on Jack’s door. She waited to be acknowledged, but when she didn’t seem to get a response she turned to leave. It was then that she heard a muffled voice usher her in.
“Come in Emma.” She entered meekly, carrying the tea and sweet on a small tray. “Weren’t you told to keep away from me?” Jack asked with a dry humorless chuckle.
“Yes, but I thought to check in on you anyway.” She said with a soft smile as she made her way into the room. It was dimly lit, only the lamp on Jack’s desk was turn on and he was nursing a glass of amber liquid. Emma wasn’t exactly sure what the captain was drinking, but she knew he didn’t indulge in alcohol usually. So whatever must have happened when he had run off after Martha must have been pretty bad. “Captain, are you alright?” She asked, standing in the middle of the room clutching the tray in her hands.
“I’m fine Emma, just had a bad day is all.” He told her. “What have you got there?”
“I brought you some tea.” She informed him. “And some, well....” She trailed off shrugging, suddenly feeling silly for bringing the man cake of all things. True she had done is for Martha, but the woman was far less intimidating then Jack.
“And what?” Jack asked.
“Cake.” She said plainly. “Chocolate, best around. I thought perhaps a little pick me up was in order.”
Jack chuckled again. “Thanks Emma, but I think my day is beyond being salvaged by sweets.”
“Maybe.” She nodded before walking the few steps to his desk and placing the tray down on it. “But it’s less damaging then brandy, and has a very minimal hangover factor.” She told him with a smile.
Jack didn’t think he had ever heard Emma speak in such a joking manner, well at least not to him. “True.” Jack said, putting his glass down and reaching out for the neatly wrapped box that held the aforementioned cake. As he leaned forward his face came into view, the bit of light illuminating him.
Emma gasped slightly when she saw Jack’s busted and bloody lip. “What happened.” She asked before she could stop herself.
“Like I said, I had a bad day.” He told her, pulling the tray with the tea and cake closer to him.
“I’ll be right back.” Emma said suddenly, turning to leave only to return not five minutes later with a damp cloth and an ice pack. She flicked on the overhead light, causing the older man to flinch at the sudden brightness. She walked up to him with more confidence than Jack ever thought he had seen her have, and placed the ice pack on the edge of the desk. When he fixed her with her a stare, that confidence seemed to waver slightly as she stood there holding the damp cloth, not moving.
“You were in the process of applying pushy first aid.” Jack reminded Emma in a slightly amused way.
“Oh, well, just...” She shrugged shyly. “Yeah.” She leaned in, placing the cool damp cloth against his cut lip, carefully wiping the dried blood away. Jack just watched her, smirking inwardly. Once she was done cleaning his cut, she placed the ice pack against his jaw. “Keep that there, unless you want to look like a pumpkin tomorrow.” Emma told him, folding the cloth neatly.
“Thanks.”
“Anytime sir.” She said, moving away from him.
“Emma?” Jack said, holding the ice pack against his face as instructed.
“Sir?”
“Where did you lean first aid?” He asked, not knowing that the young woman had any other talents besides filing and picking up after them.
“I had brothers, growing up fist fights were common place with those two running around.” She explained with a shrug.
“Had?”
She shrugged again, this time a little more somber. “War makes mourners of us all.” Emma said simply.
Jack nodded, understanding the ravages of war. He had been in enough of them. “That they do.” He agreed.
Emma went to leave before stopping. “Sir, where’s Martha?” She asked. “She’s all right isn’t she?” With Jack in such a lousy mood and nursing a busted lip, it made her wonder what exactly had happened between the two friends after they left the Hub.
“She’s gone home.” He told her plainly, pulling opening the small cake box with his free hand.
“Not quite.” Martha’s voice rang out from behind Emma, causing both people to look over at her. She was in the doorway looking very determined, and like she may have spent some time recently crying.
“Um, I’m just going to go.” Emma said softly, not liking being in between the glare down Jack and Martha were having. “Holler if you need anything.” She told the two before slipping past Martha and back out into the Hub.
“I thought I told you to leave.” Jack said in a tight voice as he tossed the ice pack onto the desk with a dull thud.
“When have I ever listened to anyone?” She asked, crossing her arms defiantly.
Jack had to admit, she had a point. This was the woman who had laughed in the face of the master, and told the Doctor off just for ordering her off a bloody phone. She wasn’t exactly one to take instructions that she didn’t want too.
“You okay?” Martha asked tentatively, sitting down in the chair in front of the desk.
“Fine.” He muttered, looking off to the side.
“I’m sorry about your mouth.”
Jack shrugged. “Don’t be, you didn’t do it. Besides, my jaw’s not made out of glass.” He said, looking at her once again. He was surprised at the look of regret she had in her eyes.
“I know you’re mad at me, and I’m sorry for pissing you off so much. But I’m not sorry about what I did.” Her voice thick with unshed tears. “And if you want to hate me, fine. But I need you to know that I did what I did because I love you and I worry. I want you to be happy Jack, and Ianto makes you happy.” Quiet desperate tears started slipping down her cheeks.
Jack listened to her speak and watched as her emotions took hold of her. He hadn’t realized that his friendship meant that much to her, but in retrospect, he could remember a time when he felt the same way about her. Had he really been so detached that he had forgotten what it was like to have friends.
He shook his head. “I don’t hate you, I never could.” Jack told her. “I’m just pissed, there’s a difference. I did what I did because I needed too, and you had no right to force them back on me.”
“Jack, I know you’re scared. But what you’re doing, hiding yourself away from everyone, it’s not healthy.”
Jack didn’t say anything, she was right, he was scared. The moment he saw the recognition flash across Ianto’s face, the fear that he’d be forced to watch the other man die in his arms flooded back to him like an albatross hanging around his neck.
When Jack didn’t respond to her, Martha continued. “It’s not healthy, and just because you refuse to care about anyone else doesn’t mean others don’t care about you. That team of yours worries about you Jack, they want to be your friends. If only you’d let them.”
“I can’t.” He said lamely.
“Everybody dies Jack, pushing them away won’t change that. Ianto will die whether he knows who you are or not, so wouldn’t you rather have him love you? For whatever time he may have.” She was no longer crying, but was now sitting on the very edge of the chair watching Jack with pleading eyes. He could almost hear her silently begging for him to agree with her.
“Martha please.” He said, rubbing his eyes tiredly. He was exhausted, and it was barely even mid evening yet. But he knew that emotional things tended to suck the energy right out of people.
“Jack, just think about it please.”
Jack just huffed, about to tell her that he would in fact think about it, if only to placate her for the time being. Only he never got a chance to say anything because the sound of panicked and frantic shouting drifted up from the main area of the Hub.
“I can’t get it! I can’t get it!” Mackenzie shouted in a frustrated and frightened way.
Both Jack and Martha were up in a matter of seconds, hurrying out of his office. The sight that greeted them was a grim one, to say the least. James was carrying Collin’s limp body in his large arms, Mackenzie was walking next to them, her hands seemingly inside of a wound that took up most of the right side of the boy’s neck.
“For fuck sakes! James stop moving!” The doctor shouted at the man.
“Not until we’re in the med bay.” He said firmly.
They were both covered in blood, Mackenzie had a smear on her forehead from where she had used the back of her blood covered hand to wipe her brow.
“What the fuck happened!?” Jack exclaimed as Martha went running over to the three people, following them into the bay.
“Clamp!” Mac ordered, signaling Martha to hand her a thin metal clamp. “I’ve been trying to tie off the artery for sometime.” She explained to Martha. “But I couldn’t get it, so I’ve just kept pressure on it. I had nothing out there with me! Damn it!!” She shouted, clamping the bleeding artery shut. Both doctors worked frantically on Collin, Jack watched blood from the young man drip from the packing gauze that Martha was pulling out of the wound and tossing to the floor with a sickening wet sound. He had horrible flash backs to that same damned med bay covered with blood, Tosh’s dead eyes flashing in his mind.
“What happened!?” Jack demanded.
“Weevils” Nareesh said from behind him, causing the older man to turn around and look at her. She had a gash on her cheek and was also covered in Collin’s blood. “There was a pack of them, one side tracked us and picked Collin off. Mauled him.” Her voice was oddly calm, shock was setting in on her.
“Wha...” Jack turned around, only to be met with a second punch of the day. He staggered backward, almost falling over.
“If you had been there, this wouldn’t have happened!” James yelled, his hands still in fists at his side.
“Hey! Stop it!” Martha shouted from where she was working on Collin, having seen the punch out of the corner of her eye.
“Martha, it’s fine. Keep your mind on Collin!” Jack ordered loudly. “I didn’t know this would happen.” He told James.
“No shit! But if you had been there....” James rant was cut short by the sound of cups smashing. Jack, Nareesh and James all turned to look at Emma, who was standing on the stairs beside the rift manipulator.
“Collin?” She asked, her eyes searching her colleges faces.
No one said anything, but Mackenzie could be heard shouting from the medical bay. “Don’t you fucking die on me boy!”
“Collin!?” Emma’s voice suddenly frantic as she stepped over the smashed mugs she had dropped and tried to rush into the bay.
Nareesh, who was closest, grabbed the rushing blond girl around the middle. “No, no.” She told the girl.
“Collin? Let me go!” She shouted, pushing on Nareesh.
“No, Emma! No!” Nareesh said firmly, not letting her grip up on the girl.
“Damn it!” Mackenzie shouted, and the sound of one of the medical trays could be heard hitting one of the bay walls.
“Mac!” Martha’s chastising voice followed.
“No, no no no no no no no.” Emma’s begging mantra of ‘no’ was pain filled as she broke from of Nareesh, only to be caught by James. “James move!” She shouted, pushing against his broad chest as he held onto her upper arms.
“Emma no!” He told her sharply, causing her to look up at him. “You don’t want to see him, not like this. Not yet.” He told her, causing her to look at the state of his blood soaked shirt and arms. His hands leaving light smears of blood on her shoulders where he was holding her.
As the realization hit her, she dissolved into tears. Sobbing against James chest as Mackenzie walked out of bay, Martha following closely behind her. Mac was ashen faced and filthy, tears streaming down her face. She collapsed in one of the desk chairs, leaning her elbows on her knees she hid her head in her hands as she cried silently. Emma slowly sunk to the floor in James arms, the truth of the situation sinking in. Nareesh was shaking, she looked shocked and Jack doubted she even knew that she was in fact, crying. Martha went over to her and pulled the dark haired woman into a hug, rubbing her back soothingly. She was watching Jack from over Nareesh’s shoulder, her eyes hard. Not accusing, but also not hiding the fact that she knew if he had been there, perhaps something more could have been done.
Jack stood perfectly still, his eyes scanning over every person in the room. The sounds of their painful sobs fading away, leaving him with the deafening sound of his own blood rushing in his ears. There was a cold chill climbing up his spine as he realized that the young boy who was barely even a man, was in fact dead. That was it, he had finally lead his lemmings off the cliff.
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Part: Nine
Word Count: 2418
Characters: Jack Harkness, Martha Jones, OFC, OMC, Ianto Jones.
Pairings: Jack/Ianto, Gwen/Rhys, Martha/Tom
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Angst! AU!
Warning: Spoilers for Exit Wounds and the whole of the second series.
Disclaimer: Alas the Torchwood character's are not mine, they belong to other more fabulous people. Which makes me sad. The OC's are all my creations though, not that i wouldn't share them with RTD. 'Cause i so would ^_^
Un-beta'ed, sorry. Any and all mistakes are my own (i'm known as the typo queen around friends), and i apologize for them.
Author's Note: I swear i must be one of the worst updaters there is, and i really don't mean to be. I'm sorry, you may all give me a good swift kick in the backside for it. Just life has been really busy the past couple weeks, my niece who's in my care 4 days a week just started school. So as you can just guess, everything has been a tad hectic as of late. So please excuse my slow time in getting these chapters posted.
Summary: Jack takes desperate measures to assure his remaining staff is safe, which leaves him with a new team who are experiencing a VERY different side of Jack. Now it's up to one of his closest friends to try and straighten things out.
It was about an hour later, and Jack had yet to reappear from his office. Emma had busied herself by tidying what little mess there was in the Hub, as well as closing up the tourist store front. Once done she was content to putter around the main level of the Hub, looking for the odd dirty dish that she always seemed to over look. Sometimes she swore that those dished appeared out of nowhere just to spite her.
Finally giving up on the search for the ever elusive dirty mugs that James always managed to leave in the oddest places, Emma decided that she would poke the bear sort to speak. Gathering up a fresh cup of tea and the chocolate cake she had bought Martha earlier but was never eaten, she went and knocked on Jack’s door. She waited to be acknowledged, but when she didn’t seem to get a response she turned to leave. It was then that she heard a muffled voice usher her in.
“Come in Emma.” She entered meekly, carrying the tea and sweet on a small tray. “Weren’t you told to keep away from me?” Jack asked with a dry humorless chuckle.
“Yes, but I thought to check in on you anyway.” She said with a soft smile as she made her way into the room. It was dimly lit, only the lamp on Jack’s desk was turn on and he was nursing a glass of amber liquid. Emma wasn’t exactly sure what the captain was drinking, but she knew he didn’t indulge in alcohol usually. So whatever must have happened when he had run off after Martha must have been pretty bad. “Captain, are you alright?” She asked, standing in the middle of the room clutching the tray in her hands.
“I’m fine Emma, just had a bad day is all.” He told her. “What have you got there?”
“I brought you some tea.” She informed him. “And some, well....” She trailed off shrugging, suddenly feeling silly for bringing the man cake of all things. True she had done is for Martha, but the woman was far less intimidating then Jack.
“And what?” Jack asked.
“Cake.” She said plainly. “Chocolate, best around. I thought perhaps a little pick me up was in order.”
Jack chuckled again. “Thanks Emma, but I think my day is beyond being salvaged by sweets.”
“Maybe.” She nodded before walking the few steps to his desk and placing the tray down on it. “But it’s less damaging then brandy, and has a very minimal hangover factor.” She told him with a smile.
Jack didn’t think he had ever heard Emma speak in such a joking manner, well at least not to him. “True.” Jack said, putting his glass down and reaching out for the neatly wrapped box that held the aforementioned cake. As he leaned forward his face came into view, the bit of light illuminating him.
Emma gasped slightly when she saw Jack’s busted and bloody lip. “What happened.” She asked before she could stop herself.
“Like I said, I had a bad day.” He told her, pulling the tray with the tea and cake closer to him.
“I’ll be right back.” Emma said suddenly, turning to leave only to return not five minutes later with a damp cloth and an ice pack. She flicked on the overhead light, causing the older man to flinch at the sudden brightness. She walked up to him with more confidence than Jack ever thought he had seen her have, and placed the ice pack on the edge of the desk. When he fixed her with her a stare, that confidence seemed to waver slightly as she stood there holding the damp cloth, not moving.
“You were in the process of applying pushy first aid.” Jack reminded Emma in a slightly amused way.
“Oh, well, just...” She shrugged shyly. “Yeah.” She leaned in, placing the cool damp cloth against his cut lip, carefully wiping the dried blood away. Jack just watched her, smirking inwardly. Once she was done cleaning his cut, she placed the ice pack against his jaw. “Keep that there, unless you want to look like a pumpkin tomorrow.” Emma told him, folding the cloth neatly.
“Thanks.”
“Anytime sir.” She said, moving away from him.
“Emma?” Jack said, holding the ice pack against his face as instructed.
“Sir?”
“Where did you lean first aid?” He asked, not knowing that the young woman had any other talents besides filing and picking up after them.
“I had brothers, growing up fist fights were common place with those two running around.” She explained with a shrug.
“Had?”
She shrugged again, this time a little more somber. “War makes mourners of us all.” Emma said simply.
Jack nodded, understanding the ravages of war. He had been in enough of them. “That they do.” He agreed.
Emma went to leave before stopping. “Sir, where’s Martha?” She asked. “She’s all right isn’t she?” With Jack in such a lousy mood and nursing a busted lip, it made her wonder what exactly had happened between the two friends after they left the Hub.
“She’s gone home.” He told her plainly, pulling opening the small cake box with his free hand.
“Not quite.” Martha’s voice rang out from behind Emma, causing both people to look over at her. She was in the doorway looking very determined, and like she may have spent some time recently crying.
“Um, I’m just going to go.” Emma said softly, not liking being in between the glare down Jack and Martha were having. “Holler if you need anything.” She told the two before slipping past Martha and back out into the Hub.
“I thought I told you to leave.” Jack said in a tight voice as he tossed the ice pack onto the desk with a dull thud.
“When have I ever listened to anyone?” She asked, crossing her arms defiantly.
Jack had to admit, she had a point. This was the woman who had laughed in the face of the master, and told the Doctor off just for ordering her off a bloody phone. She wasn’t exactly one to take instructions that she didn’t want too.
“You okay?” Martha asked tentatively, sitting down in the chair in front of the desk.
“Fine.” He muttered, looking off to the side.
“I’m sorry about your mouth.”
Jack shrugged. “Don’t be, you didn’t do it. Besides, my jaw’s not made out of glass.” He said, looking at her once again. He was surprised at the look of regret she had in her eyes.
“I know you’re mad at me, and I’m sorry for pissing you off so much. But I’m not sorry about what I did.” Her voice thick with unshed tears. “And if you want to hate me, fine. But I need you to know that I did what I did because I love you and I worry. I want you to be happy Jack, and Ianto makes you happy.” Quiet desperate tears started slipping down her cheeks.
Jack listened to her speak and watched as her emotions took hold of her. He hadn’t realized that his friendship meant that much to her, but in retrospect, he could remember a time when he felt the same way about her. Had he really been so detached that he had forgotten what it was like to have friends.
He shook his head. “I don’t hate you, I never could.” Jack told her. “I’m just pissed, there’s a difference. I did what I did because I needed too, and you had no right to force them back on me.”
“Jack, I know you’re scared. But what you’re doing, hiding yourself away from everyone, it’s not healthy.”
Jack didn’t say anything, she was right, he was scared. The moment he saw the recognition flash across Ianto’s face, the fear that he’d be forced to watch the other man die in his arms flooded back to him like an albatross hanging around his neck.
When Jack didn’t respond to her, Martha continued. “It’s not healthy, and just because you refuse to care about anyone else doesn’t mean others don’t care about you. That team of yours worries about you Jack, they want to be your friends. If only you’d let them.”
“I can’t.” He said lamely.
“Everybody dies Jack, pushing them away won’t change that. Ianto will die whether he knows who you are or not, so wouldn’t you rather have him love you? For whatever time he may have.” She was no longer crying, but was now sitting on the very edge of the chair watching Jack with pleading eyes. He could almost hear her silently begging for him to agree with her.
“Martha please.” He said, rubbing his eyes tiredly. He was exhausted, and it was barely even mid evening yet. But he knew that emotional things tended to suck the energy right out of people.
“Jack, just think about it please.”
Jack just huffed, about to tell her that he would in fact think about it, if only to placate her for the time being. Only he never got a chance to say anything because the sound of panicked and frantic shouting drifted up from the main area of the Hub.
“I can’t get it! I can’t get it!” Mackenzie shouted in a frustrated and frightened way.
Both Jack and Martha were up in a matter of seconds, hurrying out of his office. The sight that greeted them was a grim one, to say the least. James was carrying Collin’s limp body in his large arms, Mackenzie was walking next to them, her hands seemingly inside of a wound that took up most of the right side of the boy’s neck.
“For fuck sakes! James stop moving!” The doctor shouted at the man.
“Not until we’re in the med bay.” He said firmly.
They were both covered in blood, Mackenzie had a smear on her forehead from where she had used the back of her blood covered hand to wipe her brow.
“What the fuck happened!?” Jack exclaimed as Martha went running over to the three people, following them into the bay.
“Clamp!” Mac ordered, signaling Martha to hand her a thin metal clamp. “I’ve been trying to tie off the artery for sometime.” She explained to Martha. “But I couldn’t get it, so I’ve just kept pressure on it. I had nothing out there with me! Damn it!!” She shouted, clamping the bleeding artery shut. Both doctors worked frantically on Collin, Jack watched blood from the young man drip from the packing gauze that Martha was pulling out of the wound and tossing to the floor with a sickening wet sound. He had horrible flash backs to that same damned med bay covered with blood, Tosh’s dead eyes flashing in his mind.
“What happened!?” Jack demanded.
“Weevils” Nareesh said from behind him, causing the older man to turn around and look at her. She had a gash on her cheek and was also covered in Collin’s blood. “There was a pack of them, one side tracked us and picked Collin off. Mauled him.” Her voice was oddly calm, shock was setting in on her.
“Wha...” Jack turned around, only to be met with a second punch of the day. He staggered backward, almost falling over.
“If you had been there, this wouldn’t have happened!” James yelled, his hands still in fists at his side.
“Hey! Stop it!” Martha shouted from where she was working on Collin, having seen the punch out of the corner of her eye.
“Martha, it’s fine. Keep your mind on Collin!” Jack ordered loudly. “I didn’t know this would happen.” He told James.
“No shit! But if you had been there....” James rant was cut short by the sound of cups smashing. Jack, Nareesh and James all turned to look at Emma, who was standing on the stairs beside the rift manipulator.
“Collin?” She asked, her eyes searching her colleges faces.
No one said anything, but Mackenzie could be heard shouting from the medical bay. “Don’t you fucking die on me boy!”
“Collin!?” Emma’s voice suddenly frantic as she stepped over the smashed mugs she had dropped and tried to rush into the bay.
Nareesh, who was closest, grabbed the rushing blond girl around the middle. “No, no.” She told the girl.
“Collin? Let me go!” She shouted, pushing on Nareesh.
“No, Emma! No!” Nareesh said firmly, not letting her grip up on the girl.
“Damn it!” Mackenzie shouted, and the sound of one of the medical trays could be heard hitting one of the bay walls.
“Mac!” Martha’s chastising voice followed.
“No, no no no no no no no.” Emma’s begging mantra of ‘no’ was pain filled as she broke from of Nareesh, only to be caught by James. “James move!” She shouted, pushing against his broad chest as he held onto her upper arms.
“Emma no!” He told her sharply, causing her to look up at him. “You don’t want to see him, not like this. Not yet.” He told her, causing her to look at the state of his blood soaked shirt and arms. His hands leaving light smears of blood on her shoulders where he was holding her.
As the realization hit her, she dissolved into tears. Sobbing against James chest as Mackenzie walked out of bay, Martha following closely behind her. Mac was ashen faced and filthy, tears streaming down her face. She collapsed in one of the desk chairs, leaning her elbows on her knees she hid her head in her hands as she cried silently. Emma slowly sunk to the floor in James arms, the truth of the situation sinking in. Nareesh was shaking, she looked shocked and Jack doubted she even knew that she was in fact, crying. Martha went over to her and pulled the dark haired woman into a hug, rubbing her back soothingly. She was watching Jack from over Nareesh’s shoulder, her eyes hard. Not accusing, but also not hiding the fact that she knew if he had been there, perhaps something more could have been done.
Jack stood perfectly still, his eyes scanning over every person in the room. The sounds of their painful sobs fading away, leaving him with the deafening sound of his own blood rushing in his ears. There was a cold chill climbing up his spine as he realized that the young boy who was barely even a man, was in fact dead. That was it, he had finally lead his lemmings off the cliff.
Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 10 - Part 11 - Part 12
Love it? Hate it? Wanna take it home and cook it dinner? Let me know! Comments are love!