Asylum of the Daleks Introduction
A/n: Hello, and first of all let me thank you for even considering to read this. Secondly, this is my first fan fiction so it might need a bit of cleaning up to do. If you happen to see anything that needs fixing, just leave a comment. Please r&r. Chapters will get longer.
Jenny pulled her vintage World Was II trench coat, which was kindly supplied by Captain Jack Harkness, a little bit tighter around her shoulders. It was a cold night. The wind blew at high speeds, bombarding her face with snow and blew her hair long blonde hair back in a wild manor. Only one thing kept Jenny's concentration, and it wasn't the cold or the fact that she hadn't slept in three days. It was the fact that she was that much closer to finding her father.
She closed her eyes and though of that sad day. The sharp pain in her chest, her death, her disappointment when realizing that her father, the Doctor, wasn't there anymore. She snapped her attention back to the snow-covered path of her; there was no use thinking like that. She marched along the cold, icy path until she reached the place where she was supposed to meet her mysterious messenger.
The place where she was to meet this person was in the middle of the dark woods. How had he gotten ahold of Jenny? It would take a hell of a lot of power to transmit a message through to her vortex manipulator. Even better question: what did this person know of Jenny's father?
"Hello," Jenny called out. The echo of her voice ran through the dense forest, bounced off the trees, and sounded back at Jenny.
"Yes," a timid voice came from behind a tree, "right here." A small girl stepped out in front of Jenny. The girl was so unobtrusive that Jenny hadn't noticed her at first. She was only about waist high and had curly red hair.
Jenny knelt down to talk to the girl at eye level, "Hello, what's your name."
"Hannah."
"And what are you doing all out here by yourself," Jenny asked in a caring voice.
"My mom, she was captured by the Daleks. I got away, I hid in the cupboard."
Jenny picked Hannah up and held her against her body. She was cold, even for the heavy weather. Part of Jenny knew something was wrong. She could feel it in her gut. It was if every fiber of her being was screaming at her to run. However, the instinct of taking care of children overtook that side.
"Im so sorry," cried Hannah.
"What are you sorry for?"
There was a flash of blue light and Jenny fell to the floor unconscious.