Another vs. torchwood.
Time: The day Adam and John came to play, same time as season 2 exit wounds.
Setting: Newly established nightclub, busy, noisy, and perfect for people to lose themselves.
Characters: Michael –shoes salesman. 6'4" blonde, green eyes, currently wearing jeans and a blue sweater.
Janet – telemarketer/waitress. 4'11" Brown, grey eyed, currently wearing a leather jacket and jeans.
Various members of torchwood.
"Hey Janet, You see that hottie over there?" Michael said pointing out a man with a long blue coat over at the bar.
"You're sick you know that?" Going back to stirring my drink I try to think of a reason I should be here.
"Well excuse me for trying to point out the obvious." Popping a mint in his mouth Michael returned to people watching with a hurt look.
"I'm sorry, I'm just not ready for another relationship at the moment so…" Pulling the straw out of the glass I picked it up and downed it.
"You don't have to be in a relationship to notice people. Like that cute red head over by the door." Smiling Michael winks at me then goes back to staring at random people.
"I notice people, I also notice that you promised to take me drinking, not hunting." Standing up I reach into my front left pocket for my cigarettes. "I'll see you tomorrow."
"Wait where you going?" Standing up also Michael puts a hand on my shoulder. "I got you drinks, now chill."
I hate it when he towers over me. "Michael, I'm going to go for a walk. So sit down and find yourself someone else to talk to."
Jerking myself away I quickly make my way over to the door, lighting up as I go.
The night was cool and I could almost make out the smog outlines in the sky. Heading away from the techno noise and people, I turn down a side alley to get some peace.
It was too good to be true. There was a high pitched squeal of a tire then a growl of some sort. Stopping to look up I took the cigarette out of my mouth at the sight I saw. There was some sort of hideously disfigured man attacking a car. Walking over to the scene I put the cigarette back into my mouth sighing. The person or persons trapped in the car were screaming so loud I could hear them over the noises this janitor dude was making. Putting a hand out I waved at the guy. "Oi mister, be drunk somewhere else." Turning to face me this thing bared its huge teeth at me in a 'grr' fashion. Growling back I flipped him off and started off down the street again. Some people have no manners. Sticking my hands in my jacket I bumbled away when another guy appears out of no where growling at me.
Taking the cigarette out of my mouth I tossed it aside and just kept my head down. I figure I'm small if I ignore him, he'll ignore me.
Boy was I wrong. Charging at me I turned then fled. That thing was scarier then hell. Running as fast as my little boots could carry me, I passed ten maybe twenty of those guys. As soon as I got to my apartment I heard a boom. Then the building on the other side of the apartments blew up. Dropping to the ground I flung my arms over my head. "WHAT THE HELL!"
I had spent the next day trying to pack what was left of my things in bag when Michael came running in through the front door.
"Janet! Good your still here, I called work today, you'll never believe it. The building caught on fire! This is my lucky day!"
Shooting him a glare I toss another burnt shirt out the window. "That's great, welcome to the unemployed like me. Hopefully you won't have to sell yourself."
Crossing his arms Michael sticks his tongue out at me before sitting down on a burnt chair. "It's not that bad, we get government checks until we find a new job, it'll be great."
"Great for you, you still have an apartment." Zipping up my bag I look at the charcoaled walls and the burnt everything. Flinging the bag over my shoulders I headed out.
"Now where are you going?"
"Out. When I find a place I'll call you." Never being the one for goodbyes I hurried on out of the apartments and down the crowded street. I grew up not wanting to let the world get to me, but when it blows up, it sucks. Ignoring everybody and everything I close my eyes to stop the tears forming.
"Watch it." Bumping into a big fat biker I jumped.
"Excuse me." Looking at the ugly man I duck my head and try walking away.
"Who do you think you are? Fucking midget."
Freezing in place I turn my head slowly to look back at the man. Then setting down my bag I reared back my fist and sent it flying, smacking it into the side of his nose.
Recovering from my hit the man scowls and pulls his fist back.
"You kind of deserved it mate, plus it's not polite to hit ladies." A man standing behind the biker looked at the fat man with disgust. Then pulling out a shot gun he points it at the man's head. "Now apologize."
With fist still raised the biker turns to the other man then to me and nods. "Sorry." Then hurryingly he pushes his way into a nearby store. Turning to the other man I smile nervously. "Thank…you?"
Putting the gun back in it holster the man nods. "No problem, I kind of enjoyed it really." Bending down to pick up my bag I look the man over. He's wearing jeans also and a really cool red jacket. I'm a little confused about his shirt, it's tight, and I've never seen it before.
Standing up I smile and nod also. "Well then no thank you, and good bye."
Shrugging the man walked away, disappearing into the crowd.
Walking down the street once again I thought about the strange man, and the fact that I needed to get a gun.