Drabble_weekly Challenge 233 - Old ways

[m_findlow]

Title: Old ways
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Jack
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 233 - Just getting started at drabble_weekly
Summary: Jack has had enough of the countrside and won't be happy until he has answers. A double drabble.

'Please!' The man begged as Jack wedged his thumb a little further into the wound. He could feel the warmth of the blood covering his hand but now wasn't the time for worrying about that.

'What's out there?' Jack demanded to know, his ears alert to any sound that might threaten to creep up from behind him, cornered down here in the cellar as they were. It would be all too easy to be ambushed whilst he had his attention elsewhere. He pressed harder again. 'Tell me! Is it alien?'

The man gave a hysterical little giggle despite the pain. 'We're not alien.'

"We? Who's we?'

'This is our village.' He forced the words out between hisses of pain. 'This is our harvest. Enough to make it through the winter.'

Jack's hand let go of the leg wound for a moment as the horror of it all washed over him. They were harvesting people? Jesus. Jack lunged forward again and squeezed the wound as hard as he could, bubbling up fresh blood despite the tourniquet.

The man screamed. 'Stop! I told you!'

Jack leaned in close. 'Oh, no. We're just getting started. You've got a lot more to tell me.'

Comments

[bk_forever]

On this occasion, Jack was fully justified with using his old skills. Cannibals don't deserve any rights.