Second Chances
You could end it all…This is Pellion to… The dream faded in and out in Tahiri's memory just like every time she had it, but she could fill in the blanks.
Why didn't I just leave his cabin? Why? Tahiri had been Jacen's pawn, broken until there was nothing anyone or anything could take away from her. Broken until she was, if not physically dead (yet), the she was broken on the inside, broken and remolded into something dark, hard, and cruel. So hard, she'd killed a ninety-two-year-old man in cold blood. As if that weren't bad enough, she killed him wile he was trying to do the right thing. Tahiri sighted and closed her eyes, dropping her head back onto her bedroll. The murder and then the court, she wasn't sure which was worse, doing it or listening to herself do it. Listening to the flat, condemning, monotone as she threatened a decent old man.
Why, why couldn't-
Vwoooorp Vwoooorp Vwoooorp. Tahiri's head jerked up at the strange sound. A big, blue box with the words Police Public Call Box in big black letters at the top. The door opened from the inside and a man with dark hair, fair skin, weird clothing, and dark, slightly sunken eyes. He noticed Tahiri, sitting in her sleep cloths, staring at him in astonishment.
"Oh, hello, I'm The Doctor."
A/N: sorry, I know this is really short, I'm going to make the next one longer.
