Note: This story is heavily inspired and influenced by an episode of an old cartoon series called "Mighty Max." In fact, the story is so influenced, that some of the quotes are borrowed from the episode. I apologize for that.
Torchwood belongs to the people who created it. I own Douglas and Dr. Gibson. This story takes place in-between the epsiodes "Meat," and "Adam."
Special thanks goes to Danse Macabre for encouraging me and for the corrections.
Prologue: It Begins Tonight
Almost everyone in Cardiff heard of Mrs. Wendell: the kindly old woman, who once a week, feeds the stray dogs and cats. She was usually found in a park, placing out trays of food for the animals; that what she was doing tonight.
"There now, eat up," Mrs. Wendell said to a cat who came out for the food.
Mrs. Wendell smiled, as a bush shook behind her.
"Eh? Who is it?" Mrs. Wendell asked, turning around, when she heard the sound. The bush swayed again. "Come out, dear. There's plenty of food."
The bush once again quivered.
"Don't be afraid. I won't hurt you," Mrs. Wendell said, not noticing that the cats and dogs had run away.
Finally whoever was behind the bush stepped towards the old woman. Mrs. Wendell's eyes widen.
"Oh my-" Mrs. Wendell exclaimed, before the shadow covered her.