So... I've decided to start doing this Alphabet Challenge in my free time when I can't seem to put anything else on paper & still want to write. Unfortunately, today is one of those days. Luckily, this will be multi-chapter, so I can update and get more feedback from you guys than when I just write one-shots.

First of all, I'd like to thank all of you lovely people who have read and reviewed my other stories. Please continue to do so as it makes me so ecstatic to see that people are enjoying what they're reading. Especially the people who review. The ones who tell me what they think are the ones who I know truly understand the process of creating, writing, editing and uploading a story, waiting nervously to see if feedback on your work is –hopefully- good, or –unfortunately- bad.

Nevertheless, here is the first chapter of my Alphabet Challenge.

Chapter One: A is for Asphyxiation.

It was never pleasant being pinned to the ground when the intentions were negative.

Not to mention being pinned to the ground with a pair of hands clutching your neck with a highly uncomfortable pressure. Of course, this wasn't the only way to be deprived of oxygen and eventually die, but if someone ever had Jack describe one of his least favourite ways to die, asphyxiation via murder was definitely up there.

There were slower ways to die. Examples like burning to death, disease, torture, radiation – all of which sucked equally. Dying was never supposed to be a fun experience, the American blatantly concluded, but being immortal, there came a point in time where the thought of death wasn't as frightening as it used to be. Instead, Jack found himself rating which deaths were more horrifying or excruciating than others. There were slow deaths, like he'd mentioned before and obviously they were by far the worst. But in some cases, Jack could end it for himself with a simple bullet to the head, and his body would repair itself like it always did. Being suffocated by someone else put him in a whole new situation.

The panic button is Jack's body was always pressed no matter how hard he would try to calm himself down. Every time his ability to breathe was cut off, something inside of him made the fear shoot through his veins, and his ego would quickly be reduced to that of a young boy's. He would only struggle more against the choke hold, though deep down he knew it would do him no good. Although it wasn't often that the Captain was strangled, when he was, it was emotionally scarring. Sure, there wouldn't be any physical signs that he'd suffered an attack, but to wake up gasping for air as his heart would restart once again almost felt surreal, since losing access to air was the way he would black out.

All in all, Jack had to admit the worst part about asphyxiation was the overpowering feeling of helplessness. To be cornered in a circumstance where another being had his life in their hands was horrifying. With their hands wrapped so tightly around his neck as the pressure would grow and his face would turn red. The almighty Jack Harkness was left struggling to grasp onto his last fibres of life before death sucked him down into the darkness. His demise was inevitable unless something in his killer's heart told them to let go – but when did that ever happen?

He would never admit it to anyone, even Ianto – but every time someone would let their hands linger along the sides of his neck, flashbacks would cause their Captain's confident disposition to crumble instantly.

Jack would go through hell and high water before letting someone smother him. And that was one thing he kept to himself.

Let me know what you think! I'm aware it's short, but it's more of what just spills out rather than a planned story. So... yes! R&R? (: & I'll be sure to post something brand new, or the next chapter of this sometime soon.

MJM.