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Myfanwy 2

The Harvest - Chapter Four

The Harvest - Chapter Four
Author: Milady Dragon
Series: Dragon-Verse
Rating: PG-13
Pairing(s): Jack/Ianto (implied); Gwen/Owen, Gwen/Rhys (mentioned)
Warnings: Horror, angst, language, violence
Spoilers: Up through Torchwood S1, E6, "Countrycide"
Disclaimer:  I don't own Torchwood, I would have treated it better.
Author's note: This is based on the episode "Countrycide", although adapted to the Dragon-Verse.  Once again, the dating is taken from several fan-made chronologies and from the TARDIS Index File. 

A/N2: And a bit of weirdness...as I was writing this, I had one the of History Channels playing in the background...and they started a show about cannibals.  It was just a wee bit eerie. 

Summary:  The team head out to the Brecon Beacons, where they investigate a spate of mysterious disappearances.



 

30 October 2007

 

Together, Ianto and Toshiko made their way in the direction Jack had indicated, each with their guns drawn.

Ianto normally didn’t care for guns, but he knew there were times that having one was necessary.  This was one of those times, when he needed to be able to protect one of his teammates from an unknown threat.  Being a dragon  meant that he had natural defenses of his own: his flame, the fact that he couldn’t be damaged too easily, and his connection to the natural world, even if that connection only lent itself to what he termed ‘parlor tricks’.  

In his human form, he of course knew what Jack had taught him about self-defense; and there was also the fact that he was a bit stronger than a normal human, and his skin was tougher even if it wasn’t obvious by sight or touch.  It took a lot to put Ianto Jones down in either form, and it made him eminently qualified to protect his teammates – his family – in almost any circumstance. 

But, with the injury he’d sustained in trying to stop the SUV, Ianto felt…strange.  A throbbing pain hovered somewhere under his right shoulder blade, pulsing in time with his heartbeat.  He’d lied to Owen about the strength of the pain; but he knew he couldn’t risk being down, when they knew so little about what was going on.  All team members needed to be on alert. 

The pain though, hadn’t really started until he’d changed back into human.  Whatever Owen had used to numb the wound while he’d stitched it up had held up until the time he shifted from dragon and into Ianto Jones.  He hoped he hadn’t done any more damage to it, but it couldn’t be helped.  Once he returned home, he could change back, and rest his wing for as long as needed.

Right now, his team needed the human him. 

The village had a surreal quality about it, that sent a shiver down Ianto’s spine.  He was used to the warm and friendly atmosphere of Ddraig Llyn, and this was its direct opposite.  It was as if the entirety of Brynblaidd had simply left, abandoning the town. He was familiar with the story of the Mary Celeste, and Ianto realized that this was what it must have felt like, walking on board that empty ship, with nothing but ghosts for company.

He glanced at Toshiko; his friend walked beside him, her own gun out and ready for use.  Her face was blank, but Ianto knew the village was affecting her as badly as it was him.  And yet, he knew she wouldn’t let it get to her, or get in the way of doing the job they came there to do.  He was glad that they’d been paired.  Ianto enjoyed working with Toshiko almost as much as he did Jack.

A sudden screeching filled the air.

Ianto stopped, his heart racing.  He looked around, but saw nothing. 

“What was that?” Toshiko asked, also searching for the source of the sound.

The dragon shook his head.  “I think it was just a fox.”  He wasn’t sure; he’d heard a fox’s call before, and it was similar.  But there was something else about it that shivered his scales, as his father would have said, and Ianto didn’t like the sensation at all.

They continued down the street. The last building was a house with a stone wall around it.  Toshiko covering, Ianto made his way up the gravel path toward the front door.

It was locked.

He stepped away.  The stone wall seemed to continue around the entire property.  “Let’s check the back.”

“All right,” Toshiko answered, falling into step behind him, watching his back as they made their way around the house, looking for a way in.  The ‘alley’ opened up onto a rear garden area that had a natural rise as its back boundary.

Blood reached Ianto’s sensitive nostrils.  He turned, and almost knocked Tosh down in his rush to step away from the bird carcass that had almost hit him in the face. 

He took a closer look; the bird wasn’t the only animal there, hanging from a large tree that shaded the back yard.  “Someone’s been busy,” he murmured.

“It’s a bit ironic, isn’t it?”  When Ianto glanced in her direction, questioning on his face, Toshiko elaborated.  “They hunted these animals…and now something is hunting them.”

Ianto rolled his eyes, smirking.  “Only you, Tosh.”

“And you love me for it.”

 He was going to retort, when another scream sounded over the open land.  They both stiffened, lifting their weapons, scanning for the cause.

There was nothing.

“Still think it’s a fox?” Toshiko asked.

Ianto didn’t answer.  He didn’t have to.

The back door was also locked.  Ianto was seriously considering kicking it in, when yet another scream – this one much closer – drew their attention.  He strode toward the rise at the very rear of the property, hoping to get a better view of the surrounding landscape.

There was nothing but empty land.

He turned, meaning to go back to the house…

But Toshiko was missing.

Ianto cursed silently.  He’d only turned his back for a few moments!  He stalked back toward what he’d assumed was an empty house, eyes gliding along the ground, looking for any sign of his friend. 

He could see nothing.

He didn’t call out to her.  He had a feeling it wouldn’t do any good.  Instead, Ianto tried the door again; it was still locked, but this time he raised his foot in order to kick it in.

A sudden rustling noise came from his left. 

Ianto spun, gun pointed in that direction.  He could see nothing out of the ordinary, and yet the dragon just knew he was being watched.  Whoever they’d been searching for had obviously taken Toshiko, and now they were playing games with him.

It suddenly occurred to him that they weren’t dealing with just one person.  That the man who’d attempted to steal the SUV wasn’t working alone.   Toshiko had suggested that very thing, back after his run-in with the SUV, but they hadn’t had enough evidence to support the notion.

Well, he didn’t have more now, except for his instinct which told him that not only was he not alone, but that there were more than one out there.  Ianto trusted his instinct, and even though he couldn’t see anything, whoever was stalking him could have been anywhere.

He edged his way toward the corner of the house, gun still raised and at the ready.  He needed to know what had happened to Toshiko, and whoever was out there was the best chance of him finding out. 

It was far too quiet now.  Only the wind made any sound at all, rustling through the leaves of the tree and making the dangling game animals swirl and dance as if they were somehow coming back to life.  A superstitious thrill traveled down Ianto’s spine, fluttering just below his thumping heart.

As a dragon, he shouldn’t have been worried that anyone could really hurt him, at least not badly.  But the very atmosphere of the village was wearing on him, and making him jumpy.  His palms were actually sweating, and he had to adjust his grip on his weapon in order not to drop it.

Only the prickling at the back of his neck warned him that he was being approached.  Ianto barely had time to process it before something heavy slammed into the back of his head, knocking him to the ground.

His vision whitened out for a few, precious seconds, but Ianto didn’t actually lose consciousness.  A normal human would have, but his thick skull protected him from such blows.  He remained on the ground, his brain forming a plan even as the pain that had accompanied his damaged wing flaired from his body’s sudden impact with the unforgiving turf.

These people had taken Toshiko.  He needed to find her.

Ianto remained limp as his attackers lifted him.  It took all his willpower not to moan as the pain in his back intensified; he’d been grabbed by both arms, and the tension across his shoulders was incredible.  Still he managed to keep quiet as they dragged him somewhere; he couldn’t tell where, even if he dared open his eyes to check out his surroundings. 

His captors were talking, and Ianto listened to see if they gave anything away.  They mostly complained about how heavy Ianto was; not a surprise, in his human form the dragon was a bit heavier even though he didn’t look it.  But, one of them mentioned something about a ‘harvest’, and how he – Ianto – would give them good meat.

It made his blood run cold.  These were humans, and they were talking about eating him, as if this was the most normal thing in the world.

Cannibals.  In bloody Wales.

It was almost too much to take in.  Ianto had seen some of the worst that human-kind could come up with, but this was…it was only the idea that they might take him to Toshiko that kept him from wrestling himself from their grasp and attacking the pair of them.  Cannibalism was so wrong, on so many levels…Ianto couldn’t wrap his mind around the idea.  It sickened him, and he had to swallow roughly to avoid giving himself away by vomiting.

His captors wrestled him down some stone steps, and one let go in order to get a door open; at least, the loud squealing sounded like unoiled hinges.  Ianto found himself being thrown bodily somewhere, and the dragon fell awkwardly, onto his right side.

He barely noticed the door closing, and a heavy bolt being thrown.  Ianto lay on the ground, panting sharply, trying to move past the pain in his mistreated body.  Damn, why hadn’t he asked Owen for any more painkillers?

Oh right…because he was stubborn and hated human drugs.

That didn’t make a lot of sense, now that he was apparently a prisoner of whoever was responsible for the murder in the woods, and the disappearances of seventeen people and perhaps an entire village. 

He eventually levered himself upright, taking a look at his surroundings.  It was a small and gloomy room, and it stank of rotted offal and dampness.  It looked like some sort of storeroom, with wicked-looking meat hooks and chains hanging from the ceiling.  He could tell they were underground somewhere, just from the feeling of the air against his exposed skin.  A humming refrigerator took up one wall, while on another there was a very suspicious pile of clothes and shoes.   There was also a ramp leading down from outside, and Ianto didn’t have to wonder what it was for.

Toshiko was lying in a heap beside a crate.  Ianto scrambled over to her, checking her closely.  He’d barely touched her neck, to check for a pulse, when she moaned and began to move.   “What hit me?” she muttered, as Ianto helped her to sit up.

“I believe it was whoever was responsible for the disappearances,” he answered, settling her onto the crate.  “How’s your head?”

“Killing me, thanks.”  She took a look around.   “Nice of them to give us the best guest room.”

 Ianto chuckled.  “Yep, they certainly didn’t scrimp on the accommodations.”

Toshiko looked at him, her eyes narrowing.  “And just how did they grab you?”

“I let them,” the dragon shrugged.  “It was the easiest way to find you.”

The technician snorted.  “Now we’re both trapped.  Unless you…”  She made a hand gesture that Ianto interpreted to mean, ‘change into your dragon form.’

“Actually, I think it’s best we sit tight,” he answered.  “I would really like to meet the ones behind all this.”  He told her what he’d overheard as they’d dragged him down into the underground room.

“Cannibals?” Toshiko asked, wide-eyed.  “In Wales?”

“That was my reaction, actually.”

She shuddered, and Ianto pulled her close.  It was chilly in their prison, and he didn’t want her to catch a chill.  “You don’t think it was the ones who brought us here?”

“No, I don’t.  I think this is bigger than anything we’ve ever come across before, if the village is any indication.  But it’s certainly not alien.”

Toshiko reached down and took a small torch from her boot.  She flashed the light around, getting a better look at their surroundings.  “I could probably get us out of here,” she mused.  “There isn’t a cell I don’t think I could get out of.”

Ianto didn’t doubt her, knowing her history.  “I still think we should wait to see who’s leading this merry band of cannibals.  We can get away then, and get the others.  If they don’t know already.”  He trusted Jack to look after Gwen and Owen, or else he would have certainly escaped to warn them.

“Get the police in here,” Toshiko added, standing up.  She swayed slightly, but shrugged off Ianto’s helping hand in order to explore.  “This is more up their alley than it is ours.”

Ianto watched her, wanting to make sure she was all right.  “I wonder when the last time the Welsh constabulary had to deal with cannibals.”

Toshiko grinned.  “Oh, this might be interesting.  Can we stay and watch?”

“Toshiko Sato…you are warped.  Well and truly warped.”

“That’s the nicest thing anyone has said to me in a long while.” 

She poked around the discarded clothing.  “I wonder how many have been down here?”

“Well, there were seventeen disappearances that we know of.”

“Makes you really wonder how many there actually are, if they can take an entire village plus seventeen strangers.”  She reached for the handle of the refrigerator, pulling the door open.  Light spilled into the darkness of the room, dazzling Ianto’s eyes for a moment.

Toshiko went pale, slamming the door closed.  She looked at him, her eyes wide like saucers in shock.  “The cannibals story has just been confirmed,” she gasped. 

Ianto went over to her, putting his arm around her.  “Storage?”

He didn’t have to elaborate; she nodded, swallowing thickly.  “We’re definitely food.”

 

 




Comments

Great chapter. Hope Ianto and Tosh can get out of the mess they're in. Hope Gwen's gunshot wound GED rid of her.

Looking forward to the next chapter.
I meant I hope Gwen's gunshot wound gets rid of her this time.
Thanks!

We'll see about that gunshot wound. Next chapter...

Great chapter, as usual. I can't wait to see how Ianto being a dragon changes the main event in the abattoir.
Thanks!

It does change things, and I hope you like the changes!
Ooh this is brilliant. Ianto's injury is worse than he let on but I'm on the edge of my seat to see what he does...

Simply wonderful xxx
It is, but you know he's not going to complain.

Thanks, hon!
Oh dear I hope Ianto's injury won't slow him down. ?Great ideas as always. Looking forward to what happens next.
We'll see about slowing him down. Thanks!
Just caught up on last couple of chapters and this is sooo good !
Thanks! Glad you're liking it.
ooooooh, awesome!
Thanks a lot!
Great chapter - Ianto is injured would still like to in line to help kiss him better.

Always hated that celler!
I don't think you're the only one! *grins*

Yeah, that cellar was always horrible, I agree!
Still holding Jack for you, so you can kiss Ianto's wing better...
i love the dragon angle on this episode!
Keep your grip on Jack, there's more to come.

Thanks!
Both chapters were great I can't eait for the next one.
Thanks! Glad you liked them.

Next should be up soon. :)
We know, more or less, but brrrr

I like the reflexion of Ianto on drugs and his stubborn character.
Yep!

Thanks, glad you enjoyed that. It just fits him!
i am so glad that tosh and ianto are together. gwen would have made ianto cringe.
Ianto and Tosh just go together. I think it would have driven Ianto nuts if he'd been partnered with Gwen. :)
Very good, tight plotting. Ianto's reasons for letting himself be captured, why he didn't change to dragon, why he didn't just escape the room. All logical.

Keep writing!

Orion
Thanks! And I'm glad it was logical!

*gulp* Getting more worried about Ianto's injury. Hope he's not permanently damaged.

I'd like to see those cannibals try to eat a dragon. They're in for quite a surprise...
Don't worry, you know I'd never do permanent damage to any of the boys.

More like the dragon eats the cannibals... *laughs*