A/N: Hello! So this is my first fanfic, so please feel free to pick it apart (though do it as nicely as possible please! I'm a sensitive soul). So basically this is a Jenny fic, but will probably include more "central characters" later. Your guess is as good as mine- I'm not totally sure where I'm going to go with this yet :')

With a shocked, echoing gasp for air, a small, pale, dark haired girl jerked up from her seat and became immediately aware of the restraints around her wrists and ankles tethering her to the, apparent, dentists chair she found herself in.

Blinking confusedly, her immediate thought was how long have I been unconscious? closely followed by where the hell am I? and how did I get here? and, upon glancing around the room, she gathered very little information to answer her questions. The room in question appeared empty apart from herself, the chair she was sat in, a metal tray with some lethal looking instruments set on it next to the chair and a spotlight above her that shone so brightly she was surprised she could see anything else at all.

"Ah. Back with us I see", a deep, threatening voice rang out through the room, causing the girl to jump and twist her head quickly to the side. A tall, thin, point of a man (well, she assumed it was a man) stepped partially out of the shadows to her left.

Has he been there the entire time? the girl thought warily to herself.

He wore a long, white lab coat splattered (rather worryingly) with a considerable amount of blood, and his hands were linked behind his back. At the angle she was laid, however, she wasn't able to make out her captor's face, thanks to the spotlight slowly blinding her.

"Where am I?" The girl picked the more pressing of her questions to aim at the lanky body stood stiffly beside her.

"I'm afraid, my dear, you're dead." His voice was becoming increasingly monotonal and lifeless, to the point where the girl physically cringed, but she soon recovered and tried to focus, once again, on her captor's face.

"Well then I must have pissed God off to the max because this is not what I expected heaven to be like", she replied sarcastically, tugging subconsciously at her wrist restraints. "Oh who am I kidding?" she added as an afterthought. "We both know I'm going to hell. But your statement is still false- I've never been more aware that I'm alive than right now. My hearts are going faster than Usain Bolt after a litre of coffee."

Her captor said nothing for a moment, and the girl became increasingly aware that she'd just said something incredibly stupid.

"Ooh...", she breathed aloud, inwardly cursing herself for running her mouth without thinking. "I wasn't supposed to tell you that I have two hearts, was I?" She looked up slowly- a grimace on her face- and inhaled through her teeth. Her captor was removing his white, clinical gloves and promptly threw them onto the metal tray beside him.

"That was a lot easier than I expected. I didn't even have to torture you!" he told her, mockery thick in his tone. It surprised her how much of a nice change it made to his usually deadpan voice.

"Ok, so now you know my little secret, what're you going to do to me? Harvest my organs for experimentation? Chop me up into little bits and eat me? Oh- the last time I was captured they tried to peel me. Peel me! Apparently some old duchess biddy wanted a Timelord coat and-"

"Who are you?" the man snarled, leaning in so their faces were almost touching. His hideously burnt, disfigured face came into the light and the girl physically groaned with horror.

"Oh, Jesus... Christ! Wow- you, my friend, are one beautiful specimen. Are you married or-"

The girl, quickly eyeing a key around his neck, head butted her captor and, as he slid unconsciously to the floor, managed to hold onto the key and pull it from around his neck. Thinking quickly and listening to see if anyone outside heard the man collapse to the floor, the girl manoeuvred the key in her still restrained hand to undo the lock, then proceeded to unlock the other hand and feet.

"Well... that could have been worse I suppose...", she reassured herself as she raced to a door she hadn't noticed before behind her. Upon pulling the door open and stepping out into a white corridor, however, loud alarm bells began to ring out and a voice came over the intercom.

"Prisoner escaping. All available soldiers to the east wing."

The girl heard them coming before she saw them appear down the corridor to her left so, sighing in irritation, she took off in the opposite direction. Bullets rained down around her but she didn't stop, simply turned to see how much distance she had on them, when she immediately collided with something solid and extremely hard. She turned, falling gracelessly backwards onto the floor as the soldiers caught up and surrounded her, guns clicking as they reloaded. She looked up slowly. Standing over her was a monster the likes of which she had never seen before, but her blood immediately turned icy. She sighed again, raising her arms in surrender.

"You're going to kill me now, aren't you?"