THE SWAN SONG

Though those that are betray'd do feel the treason sharply, yet the traitor stands in worse case of woe

William Shakespeare


Blood Covered Girl

It truly was a monster. Brown leathery skin, beetle black eyes with no iris or pupils while wearing some sort of shiny lumber suit. It bared its teeth at her, big large yellowy ones with drool dribbling out onto it chin.

She scrambled backwards.

It took a step forwards.

She held her breath.

It lunged for her.

She screamed.

BANG! BANG!

Suddenly the monster jerked back a couple times, its blood spurting out and spraying Carly's face, a couple drops fell into her mouth and she could taste the strange coppery taste of blood.

BANG!

It was one loud bang, the notable one out of many and to her horror she was suddenly crushed by a much bigger and heavier body than hers. She opened her mouth to scream only to have a thick trail of blood enter. She could taste the coppery blood, the blood of her beloved uncle who had just died on top of her.

She couldn't stop shaking, her whole body was trembling and though her mind felt like she was on fire her body felt so cold. She could feel tears fall down her blood covered cheeks. Someone stepped in front of her and cupped her face.

"It's ok, shh, I'm here" he whispered stroking her hair out of her face. "The monster isn't going to eat you, I promise"

He gasped and sat up; she carried on crying, sobs so large it shook her whole body. He picked her up and sat her on his lap. "It's ok, shh, I'm here" he murmured stroking her hair as he held her tightly to his chest. "You're Uncle Jack isn't that easy to get rid off"

She blinked away the tears that obscured her vision and to her shock it was not this mysterious Uncle Jack comforting her but her younger brother. He was paler and had bags under his eyes but other than that he looked the same and it was such a comfort to see family after so long.

She flung herself into his arms and buried her head into his shoulder. "Oh Deano! Deano, I missed you so! It's been hell! Complete hell and...And...And..." she trailed off as her sobbing over took her and she broke down in his arms.

Deano rubbed her back. "There, there, don't worry sis, I'm here now. Everything is going to be ok; I won't let anything hurt you"

From the distance Mickey Smith watched as Deano Wicks comforted his adoptive sister with the full intention of harming her later on. He watched as Deano led Carly away, arm wrapped round her shoulders protectively, the young man turned and nodded at Mickey who nodded back.

"God forgive me" he muttered. "Rose, Doc, Jackie, Alex...forgive me for what I have to do"

As he began to clean up the weevil's body he paused when he found Carly's postcard lying on the floor. It must have fluttered out of her bag. He picked it up and slipped it in his pocket with the full intention of posting it.

After all people like Denise and Pat need the false comfort that Carly Wicks was fine.

DWDWDWDWDWDWDW

Carly shakily accepted the cup of tea Deano passed to her. It was warm, milky and very sugary all to help with the shock Deano had said but underneath the strong sugar Carly swore she tasted something odd. Deano uncharacteristically sat her on his lap and held her tightly as she drank her tea.

"You need to drink every last drop" he said sternly, his hands tightening on her, she began to wonder if something was wrong. "It'll help you"

"T-t-thanks" she stuttered still shaking slightly. She gulped the whole tea down and sighed. "What was that thing?" she asked in a whisper.

"It's called a weevil. It's a primitive creature; it usually lives in the sewers in Cardiff-"

"What a radioactive mutant with no taste?" Carly joked weakly.

Deano chuckled. "Sort of" he said for a moment he looked like the cheerful, cheeky boy Carly once knew but he suddenly switched back to the cooler, more serious man with certain dark undertones. Prison had changed him. "It's not from this planet, its alien"

"What?"

"We're not sure what species so we call is a weevil. Like I said it's primitive, pretty much works on instinct probably thought you were dinner"

"How do you know all of this?" Carly asked, shocked and disbelieved at this announcement of aliens being real.

"I work for Torchwood; we're experts on all aliens. For example a Time Lord is a humanoid alien with two hearts, different elements that are unheard of on this planet living in their bloodstream, a respiratory bypass, higher intelligence, enough to rival the prodigies of the world and the ability to change their appearance" Carly was enraptured with Deano's speech, he then suddenly looked up and made eye contact with her. His eyes were empty and cold and she let out a little gasp. "Just like you did Alexandra Rose"

"W-w-what?" Carly stuttered, suddenly the room was beginning to spin, she almost fell out of Deano's lap but he caught her and suddenly pinned her to the sofa. She struggled weakly against him. "Dean...what did you do?" she whispered.

"I drugged your tea, don't worry Alexandra it won't hurt you just give you a couple days nap" Deano murmured. "We've improved on our formulae, no more needed to be attached to a drip to stay knocked out more than a few moments"

She felt tears sting in her eyes at her baby brother's betrayal. "Dean...why are you doing this?" she croaked. "I'm your sister!"

He shook her. "You're not! You're not you liar! She's dead, my sisters dead! You probably killed her took her place in my father's heart!"

"I don't...i don't...i don't understand!" Carly sobbed struggling once more only to fall backwards as the drugs took over, Deano's hands were at her throat, squeezing tightly, as if he was trying to squeeze the life out of her and yet...and yet she didn't choke until two minutes later.

"Your respiratory bypass is good" he muttered. "Go to sleep you pretender, when you wake up you'll get your just deserts for what you did to my sister"

"I am your sister!"

He ignored her as he threw her off the sofa and she hit her head against the table, knocking her out into the darkness of unconsciousness.

"You're not" Deano whispered staring at the prone blonde girl. "And you'll never will be"

"You're taking this a bit too far don't you think?" a cool voice from behind could be heard. Deano whirled round to see Mickey glaring at him darkly, arms crossed as he leaned against the doorframe. "All you had to do was drug her and then drag her on a plane to London"

"Whatever" Deano said getting up. "Just pick her up; I rather not dirty my hands with her"

Mickey glared at the pathetic excuse of a man as he stomped pass, knocking into Deano's shoulder before he bent down and cradled the smaller, blonde girl. Close up he could almost make out the Doctor's crazy freckles that were hiding beneath her tan on her nose. He smiled sadly.

"I will...protect you...somehow" he whispered into her hair.

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