Hey FanFiction! Happy New Years! Well, it's still New Year's here on the West Coast of the Good Ol' US of A. Anyways; this is a co-write with our favorite StudentFromGallifrey. Yes, he's alive, just too stubborn to actually do something with his account. Anyways, here's what should have happened in Clive's invasion of London. Oh, and as a late Christmas present, a new chapter of "A Quest for Revenge" should be up soon :)
Disclaimer: I really need to put this still? I think we all know I don't own PL.
He ran, faster than he ever ran before. Shells rained down in China Town around him. He turned the corner onto the road darkened by the Towering Pagoda's shadow. All around there was destruction and chaos everywhere. Burning ruins of buildings lay on both sides of the street. The smell of death and burning bodies swirled around in the smoke that choked the street. His shoes pounded on the broken cobblestone street. In his haste to escape, he tripped on the bloody body of the town's only librarian. As he pushed himself up, he forced himself to not look at the gory remains of her once enchanting body. He started to run again. A young girl sat crying on the ruined doorway to the noodle kitchen. He flew past, ignoring pleas for help from others. With a whistle followed by an enormous explosion, the remains of the kitchen disappeared, along with the girl.
The shockwave from the naval gun shell sent him flying with shrapnel composed of the former buildings and cars. He hit the ground hard, rolling dozens of feet. When he stopped, he couldn't move, a beam from a house had crushed his legs. His body was riddled with large pieces of wood and metal. He watched helplessly as several rounds hit the base of the Pagoda. It collapsed into its self, and then started tipping towards the town. His vision blurred, before finally turning into blackness. The street was soon covered with the collapsed pagoda.
"Wow, London is so beautiful, Chris. Maybe when the baby is born, we could move here!" Amy exclaimed, rubbing her slightly swollen belly. Chris, standing next to her on a bridge across the Thames sighed.
"Yeah, once the baby arrives. But what about your family? What would they think about it?"
"Well, I don't care what they think," She turned towards him and rested her slender arms around his neck. "What do you think we should do? Its-" She was cut off by the ground severly jolting. They watched as a huge plume of dirt and smoke rose up from the ground.
"Chris, what's happening!?" Amy yelled. Chris grabbed her hand.
"Run!" he yelled; several other people on the bridge obeyed along with Amy. But the command came too late. A monstrous metal war machine had risen from the ground where the smoke plume had been. Several guns turned onto the bridges that crossed the Thames. The people on them didn't stand a chance.