Darkness envelopes the mind and blackens the soul.


Now, this story is a bunch of muses and randomness. I liked Fishy (Hath Pec: from the Doctor's Daughter.) and he didn't deserve to die, HE SAVED A MAIN CHARACTERS LIFE! So, I'm bringing him back, but not really to Doctor Who, but too Torchwood. I think it's a good idea and yeah…

Disclaimer: Don't own nothing, don't sue me!


Prologue.


In a way it felt like falling. But slowly, and he knew that he wouldn't ever hit the ground, he gurgled as his head went beneath the black pit. Martha was screaming his name. He didn't wriggle; he'd heard that it would be worse if he did that.

He let himself sink slowly to his death, at least it didn't hurt.

Minutes past, he wasn't going to run out of water to breathe; his tank was still quite full. He didn't like how it was taking so long to die. He was surrounded in darkness. And it was scaring him.

Suddenly, he felt a new sensation, it was like a suction device was pulling at his body, and he figured this was what it was like to be at the end of a tar pit. But then the blackness cleared, he could tell this even though his eyes were closed, he could see the red blurs you see when you close your eyes and look at the sun.

He opened his eyes and looked around. This wasn't the tar pit. This wasn't event he dark polluted planet he'd been cloned on. This was somewhere different. This was somewhere bright, colourful and for some reason, something in his mind told him to run. Run, before they get you.


I'm keeping it short because I like it this length. Don't tell me it's a bit short. If prologues were meant to be 100 pages long then there would be no point in having the rest of the book!?

Tell me what you think. I think it's better than my last fanfics.

THIS IS FOR ALL YOU HATH PECK FANS! (Fishy)

Fear his Fishyness!

-Da More Fishy