Disclaimer – Torchwood belongs to the BBC. Unfortunatly, I don't own the BBC.
This is a oneshot I wrote for the Junior Descriptive Writing Competition at my school. I got first place, so I decided to post it and see what everyone thinks. This oneshot is focused on one of my OC's who is a New Zealander and her name is Anna Richards.
The flaming red strands of her hair whipped around her face as thunder rolled overhead. Her deep blue eyes peered through the darkness, searching the shadows for her pursers.
Then, the skies opened.
Rain poured down, totally drenching her, while she frantically tried to pull the cheap-plastic raincoat down over her once dry clothes with one hand. Her numb fingertips desperately dragged at the hood of the raincoat, to try and block her slim face from the howling gale. Tears flowed from her eyes and mingled with the rain as she finally let her floodgates open.
She didn't want this life! If only her one in a million genes had never existed, her life wouldn't have been so terrible. Behind her, a growl. She straightened, waiting to die. She was going to, no matter what happened now.
Then a black SUV screeched to a halt in front of here. One shot. One golden splatter in the darkness. One body slumping to the ground behind her.
He yelled, "Anna, get into the car!"
She replied, " Can't. I'm gonna pass o..." Her Kiwi accent, so different to his American one faded away. She slumped to the ground, blood from the stab wound in her stomach pooling around her.
So, did you like? Review please.
