12- Nevere quite another like it

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Jack appears on the Plane, this time with all of Torchwood's shooting range. He's wearing the standard goggles and muflers, and besides him is a small table. On it are several different types of guns, including a Contemporary Polish WIST-94, a Taurus PT145 .45 ACP pistol, and an Enfield Mk II Revolver. All the guns have obviously been customized and  bear either the Torchwood symbol like the mufflers, or have 'TORCHWOOD' printed on the side.

He shoots each one in turn, almost always hitting the center of the target, arm steady and position very nearly perfect. With each shot fired, however, he looks increasingly annoyed, slamming the last gun down on the table angrily as he mutters darkly under his breath]

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[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[doesn't answer, but he's shaking now; all he can see is each of his team's dead bodies as they were presented to him by the Master during the Year that Never Was]

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[raises his hands to tightly grip Jack's shoulders]

Captain.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[let's out a shaky breath, calming slightly] Did he tell you about the year?

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[quietly] Not in detail, no.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

I was his chew toy and personal experiment; he kept me chained unless torturing required otherwise, and kept me as far away from everyone as was physically possible.

I saw people once every few weeks, sometimes months. I was given just enough food to be kept alive, at one point not even that.