This is my newest story, and I've got this one planned out properly. The first chapter is kinda short, because it's pretty much meant to get you interested and read the rest.
Also, the Lord of the Rings quote does slightly reflect upon the story. It's not just me being a fangirl. (Yes it is. (Shut up.))
Sam: I wonder if we'll ever be put into songs or tales.
Frodo: What?
Sam: I wonder if people will ever say, "Let's hear about Frodo and the Ring," and they'll say, "Yes, that's one of my favorite stories. Frodo was really courageous, wasn't he, Dad?" "Yes, my boy, the most famousest of hobbits. And that's saying a lot."
Frodo: You left out one of the chief characters: Samwise the Brave. I want to hear more about Sam. Frodo wouldn't have got far without Sam.
Sam: Now Mr. Frodo, you shouldn't make fun. I was being serious.
Frodo: So was I.
~Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers
"You're aware that I have rights?" The girl in the cell looked up.
"Do you?" The Torchwood agent raised an eyebrow.
"I'm a living creature, am I not?"
"You're not human. The name 'Allyson Smith' isn't registered in any country of Europe."
"Not even one? That's...impressive."
"You have no passport, no history. You shouldn't exist."
"Tell me something I don't know. Now, can I go?"
"Not until you help us. If you'd just-"
"Yes, I know, I've had the lecture. He isn't coming for me! He can't."
"I believe he would, if he knew you were here."
"He wouldn't! That would be like trying to get yourself out of...I don't know...the real-life equivalent to The Pandorica with a toothpick! It's impossible. Now let me out of this damn cell!"
"It's not a cell."
"I'm not allowed to leave. I see that as a cell."
"You will cooperate."
The girl laughed. "I will not!"
"Director Tyler will be back tomorrow."
"Good for him. Goodbye."
The agent glared for a moment, then left. He handed the man outside the door a file.
"Still won't talk, eh, Barrows?" The man with the file asked.
"Nah. She doesn't even seem to care anymore." Agent Barrows replied, rolling his eyes.
"It's kinda sad, though, innit? Last two Time Lords, stuck in different universes."
"Do you feel bad for her?" Barrows looked at his partner incredulously. "She's a threat. You saw what happened last time she was here. Hundreds dead, Wexler! Hundreds!"
"But still..." Agent Wexler paused, looking to the screen that held the video feed from "Allyson's" room. He pitied the sleeping girl. "Look at her. If you saw her on the street, you'd never guess."
"That's why she's a threat." Barrows leaned closer to the screen. "What's she doing?" He squinted at the blurry image.
-.-
"Allyson..."
The girl stirred.
"Allyson!"
She opened her eyes.
"Ally!"
She sat up with a gasp.
He'd found her.
Allyson grinned.
So that was the prologue/glimpse into the future for Last. It only took about fifteen minutes to write, which I'm proud of. Any of you interested yet?
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