emeraldsnakes | Storms of Change: Chapter Eighteen

Summary: There comes a time in every Sentinel’s life when their immortality is revealed. When 21st Century Earth is the epicenter of the change that will decide the survival of the human race, what kind of consequences affect those who are preparing for the change as this immortality is revealed amongst one of their own? Is Torchwood really ready?

Title: All Kinds of Monsters
Words: 922

She was running from him, her footsteps echoing down the dark back alley behind a bunch of shops. She was terrified, he could see it every time she looked back to see if he was still following. She stumbled, veered to the left and hit the wall. She turned around to face him and screamed as he drew closer.

She was quite beautiful with long blond hair and expressive blue eyes. She wore an appropriately sized and revealing dress for her small frame. With her back against the wall, her chest heaving and her eyes growing wider and wider, she was just perfect.

He reached her, she screamed again and this time he grabbed her throat with his right hand, slowly putting more pressure into his grip. He pressed up against her, felt her squirming underneath him and leaned into smell the fear that was rolling off her in waves. He craved this, the power he had and the lives that he took. He couldn't help himself no matter hard he tried.

He continued to apply pressure to her throat until her last breath. Tears stained her cheeks and her hair clung to her face from the rain. She went limp and the only thing holding her up was his body against hers. He stared at her for a moment, into her eyes which still looked so alive before stepping back and letting her fall. She slid down the wall and landed on her side against it, hair falling over her face but only partially covering it. It was beautiful and fulfilling.

X.x.X.x.X.x.X.x.X.

Ianto clenched his jaw as his 'lover' thrust into him, over and over, harder and harder. His body loved it but he hated it and the memories it brought. This would be the last time though because things had changed and it was either leave or dispose of his informant. And as it was, things between them were becoming difficult. Ianto was beginning to receive less important information and his informant was becoming more violent as he gained more confidence.

He let out a cry as his prostate was hi and his hand curled around the hilt of the knife hidden under the pillows. It was a simple ten inch military blade and would do the job nicely, plus take any suspicion off him. Ianto had a deal with the hotel, he paid them extra and they pretended he didn't exist.

The fucking stopped and Ianto felt semen fill him. He braced himself, ready to strike and a thin, cruel smile spread across his face. A body collapsed beside him, breathing heavily and contently. Ianto stretched out before straddling him, settling so that his ass was in the man's lap and his back straight.

Hooded blue eyes cracked open to meet his, "Wait."

Ianto chuckled darkly, "Oh I don't think so."

Eyes opened fully and stared at him annoyed. "What?"

Ianto grabbed his right hand and the pressure point that basically paralyzed him. He took this time to admire his informant's lean, muscled body. He was quite attractive and looked younger than his later thirties. Ianto purposefully shifted back and forth and felt the large cock twitch in response. He snorted. Apparently not everything was paralyzed.

"You've been asking a lot of questions about me," Ianto said darkly. "I thought we had a rule about that."

"You asked a lot of questions Dietrich."

"That's never concerned you before. It won't concern you again either."

The informant's eyes widened, "What are you going to do?"

"Who me?" Ianto asked in false shock. He held up the knife and spun it around in his hand. He grinned sadistically, "I'm going to kill you."

Before anything more could be said Ianto slashed his throat, from left to right and so deep that he almost decapitated him. Blood went everywhere and Ianto just stared at it, smiling. He normally wasn't such a bloody killer but this, this was perfect.

"Jack," Ianto said at seeing the other immortal. "Jack something's wrong."

Jack spun around to look at him, a frown of worry on his face and it deepened as he saw that Ianto was curled up in a corner.

"What do you mean?"

Ianto clutched his head and looked up at Jack with almost lost eyes. "I haven't murdered anyone since 1913 Jack and yet, I have memories of killing three young woman in the past month. They're not real Jack yet, they almost are!"

Jack pulled Ianto up and hugged him, "Tell me what happened."

Ianto sighed and clung to Jack, knowing that this, at least wasn't tampered with. This was true. "I was looking through my journal and I noticed that not once did it mention Adam. Speak, or think, of the devil and there he is and all I can remember now is killing three women. Its forefront in my mind. I also have a major head ach."

"You had one yesterday too," Jack said. "I thought those were rare."

Ianto nodded, "They are. They only happen if we've had some kind of mental strain."

"Like trying to resist the implantation of false memories?" Jack suggested. He pulled Ianto to Tosh's station and brought up the CCTV. "How does he do it? There's no device, we'd have noticed it already."

Ianto listened to Jack think out loud and leaned heavily on him. His brain was now suddenly on fire. Sentinel's had perfect memory and retained it no matter what happened to them. At some point their natural healing had extended to their mind, repairing memories or destroying the false ones. The process only ignited if the problem was known, so now that he knew he had false memories his healing had kicked into high gear.

"He makes us 'remember' with physical contact." Jack told him. "We have to get rid of him."

"We have to forget," Ianto mumbled. "Take retcon. I'll just pass out now."

Chapter Nineteen

Storms of Change: Chapter Eighteen

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