Halloween Cardiff
'Oh Jack I hate Halloween!' Gwen shouted into her Bluetooth as she streaked after a weevil. She passed zombies, vampires and fairies occasionally having to look back to check that whatever she had seen wasn't the weevil. 'Why do people have to dress up?'
Jack laughed, 'didn't I ever tell you about the Halloween party I went to in the Horsehead Nebula? There was this woman with three heads which she had dressed as different things, a raxacorricofalliportorian, a judoon and a pyrovile, God that was scary, she was like a sexy version of each and I had to get my hands on her tight-'
'Yes thank you Jack.' Gwen cut him off as she pulled herself free from the mixture of so called scary creatures. She spotted the weevil rounding a corner into an alley way. She hared after it, pulling her gun out of her back pocket and turning a small pocket torch on she aimed it into the alley to look for the weevil. A growl erupted from the alley as the weevil launched itself at Gwen. 'Whoa,' Gwen cried out as she fell back under the weight of the weevil. It instinctively went for her jugular and as she tried to beat it off three gunshots rang out, the weevil's grip went slack and it collapsed onto Gwen. She looked round, pushing the weevil off herself at the same time. Jack, Ianto and John were aiming their guns at the weevil. When Jack was sure it was dead he bounded forward and heaved the weevil off Gwen with one hand and helped her up with the other.
'You alright Gwen?' Jack asked, winking cheekily.
'What the hell took you so long?' Gwen shouted hitting him one in the face.
John laughed, 'oh you know what the traffics like on Halloween. We didn't want to hit any Count Draculas or Frankenstein Monsters did we?'
'Oh bloody Halloween!' Gwen moaned.