Ficlet: Warehouse Of Fear
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Title: Warehouse Of Fear
Author: ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif){kind=small}
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Characters: Ianto, Jack
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None.
Summary: It’s a dark, shadowy and creepy place and they’re not prepared for what they find.
Word Count: 535
Written For: juliet316’s prompt ‘Torchwood, Jack Harkness, torture chamber’ at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
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Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters. They belong to the BBC.
They’d been wandering around the gloomy warehouse for a long time, ducking streamers of cobwebs and jumping at unexplained creepy noises. Shadows jumped and danced around them in the eerie, flickering light. They kept close together; probably not sensible as it made them such an easy target, but the walls were too close to do otherwise. They had no choice about which way to go either, there was only one direction open to them; forwards. They could hear soft sounds back the way they’d come, they were being followed and all they could do was keep going.
Another turn in the narrow passage between stacked crates and Ianto jumped, almost yelping as something soft brushed against him. Smothering a laugh, Jack pulled him onwards through the gloom.
“Didn’t know you were so jumpy.” Jack spoke so softly, Ianto could barely hear.
“I’m not, it just tickled.” Ianto’s reply was just as quiet.
“Like I’m going to believe that. This is creeping you out, isn’t it? This whole place…” He was silenced by a glare.
“Keep moving, we have to stay ahead,” Ianto hissed.
The passageway continued to twist and turn, until abruptly it opened out into a larger, shadow-filled area that was clearly right up against the warehouse wall. Rusty chains and manacles hung from walls that dripped with slime and they could see beady eyes glaring out at them from the darkness beneath a bloodstained workbench. The bench itself was cluttered with knives, hacksaws, pliers and what looked like a car battery with clips attached. Several whips, their lashes spiked and knotted, hung nearby, and a rack, its frame and rollers scored and pitted with age, stood off to one side, awaiting its next victim. Everything was stained with blood and gore. A rust-spotted, sharp-pointed, hooked device drew Jack’s eyes and he shuddered, swallowing hard, mouth gone suddenly dry.
“You okay?” Ianto whispered, squeezing his hand.
“Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all.”
“Yeah, maybe. I wasn’t expecting to come across anything like this.”
Evil cackling laughter sounded and they caught themselves glancing around fearfully.
“Come on, we’d better keep moving, can’t be much further.” Ianto tugged on Jack’s hand, taking the lead, quickly crossing the torture chamber and ducking into another passageway, thick with cobwebs, huge spiders lurking just on the edge of vision.
Ianto was right; they didn’t have much further to go. A few more twists and turns, and suddenly a doorway loomed just a few metres away. With sighs of relief, they almost ran the short distance, throwing the door open and stumbling out, clutching each other, giggling breathlessly as the door swung closed again behind them. Jack glanced back at the Halloween Fun House.
“Well, that was fun, right up until the Torture Chamber! That hit a bit too close to home.”
“Yeah, sorry, my mate didn’t tell me about that part, otherwise I wouldn’t have suggested it.”
“No harm done.” Jack took a few deep breaths. “You know, it’s probably done me good. Wanna go again?”
“You sure? I mean, we don’t have to…”
“Are you chickening out?”
“Not likely! Okay, lead the way!” Laughing, they headed around to the entrance to get back in line.
The End
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Date: 2015-11-03 07:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-11-03 09:33 pm (UTC)Thank you.
This was written a year ago for my first attempt at Contest Week, I thought it was about time I got it posted. I still have quite a few others from all of my first four Contest Weeks, as well as the 37 I just wrote for my fifth one last week. Sometimes I think I'll never get caught up with posting.
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Date: 2015-11-03 10:04 pm (UTC)But as I always say, if something scares you, do it again and again until it doesn't! Our brave men think the same!
Awesome!!!!!
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Date: 2015-11-03 10:43 pm (UTC)Good advice. Jack believes it too.
Thank you!
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Date: 2015-11-04 08:14 am (UTC)Poor Jack! He is so brave. With Ianto's help and enough time, I have no doubt he would overcome his trauma.
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Date: 2015-11-04 11:19 am (UTC)Thank you! I love misleading readers =)
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Date: 2015-11-04 08:28 am (UTC)Lol, you'd think they'd get enough of the real thing to last them a lifetime, although I suppose at least this time they know theyr're safe to shamelessly mock it and each other.
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Date: 2015-11-04 11:21 am (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2015-11-04 10:58 am (UTC)Great fic.
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Date: 2015-11-04 12:17 pm (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2015-11-05 10:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-11-05 10:51 am (UTC)Jack will get past the fears and memories in time because Ianto will help him.
Thank you!
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Date: 2015-11-10 07:25 pm (UTC)They are in a house of horrors or haunted?
well rendered. ;-)
the torture room is very evocative, especially Jack (me, it reminds me of the day of the miracle ...)
I say they have yet me enough horrible thing in everyday life. But hey, they knew they would have nothing to fear!
at last, I hope ...
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Date: 2015-11-10 08:01 pm (UTC)I didn't bother watching Miracle Day, so this is after The Year That Never Was.
Thank you.