The Stars lean down to kiss you.

By: B!ER

A/N:Mmkay. So this is my first Torchwood fanfiction mmkay? I have been obsessed for only 3 days now. hehe. :3 I do assure you I've watched the entire 1st and 2nd seasons, and Children Of Earth Day four. So fret not.

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-B!ER

"I don't give a damn about my bad reputation! Uh-huh! You're living in the past it is a new generation!" I danced across the leeco lit stage in my normal, and quite usual bad ass way. My long brunette pigtails were bouncing on either side of my head like a character in a Guitar Hero video game.

I felt invisible, I felt amazing and at that exact moment-when I was at the top of the world, the entire world came crashing down on me with a single 8' caliber semi automatic shot. I vaguely remember Heather's scream straight from hell or the crowd's over exaggerated gasp of sheer terror. I vaguely remember crumbling to ground as if I was the Berlin wall being ripped down by German civilians hoping to re-unite their country. I vaguely remember lifting my hand up from my stomach to see the dark, crimson color I was dreading, and smelling the vile, rancid, putrid metallic smell of blood.

I do however remember thinking "crap" right before I blacked out.

But how else was Rebel Jones supposed to think about being shot? Hmm?