Pre-warning: I know Doctor Who isn't a very violent show but I have a habit of making things violent and bloody so this is a bit more violent and bloody than the show, however, it isn't ecxess just people get hurt and you actually get discriptions of blood and stuff so if that disturbs you, I'm just warning you now.

Other than that I absolutely love this story and hope you will to!

The Girl's POV

Metal screamed in my ears, tearing itself apart as the entire ship shakes and shudders, its innards bursting into flames as it plummets towards the planet below. Asteroids smash into the side of the machine but that had not been the cause of the sudden danger. It had been after the engines failed, when they'd began falling off course and hit something, at their high speed, in there desperateness to get me to my new home. They hit something square and solid. Something strong enough to tear a hole in their ship.

Their scanners say it's a ship but as I look through the eyes of a soldier all I can see is a blue box. A strange thing to have floating about in space, but I know what it is. I know it more than they do and I'm bundled up in a cell at the back of the ship.

It's quite a reach, and in my current state a tiring one. I haven't stretched my mind like this in so long and I'm worried I'll cause myself to pass out. I can't afford to pass out with the ship in this current state. Not while the soldier whose mind I'm observing from runs with his comrades towards the escape pod. One of them at least.

Everything shudders as the ship brakes the atmosphere and gravity pulls us down even faster. Desperately, the soldiers pile into the pod, their attempts at hiding their panic forgotten as they pushed each other in. 80 soldiers in one pod. One pod that releases, none of them realising its engine are no longer working. I pull out of the soldier's mind as the pod and all its soldiers fell to their death.

I should have stopped him.

I wanted to stand and move and tell them how to survive, but standing isn't an option. Cuffs hold my hands behind my back and kept me attached to the wall as do the ones clipped around my ankles. My movements are too dangerous. The guards fear me too much to let me stand and be so free. They even blindfold me, not too keep me immobilized but to keep my eyes hidden. Because they scare them too.

Escape wi the excuse they used. They don't want me escaping. They don't want me attempting to escape but mainly they don't want to die. Because I'm a killer… that's all I am.

A blood thirsty killer.

I swallowed and pushed my thoughts away. The ship is crashing, everything else is irrelevant. We are so close now and getting closer. The engines have long since gone silent and has been replaced by the yelling and screaming of soldiers trying to save themselves. Their fear and panic hover around them like frantic wasps without their stingers. Defenceless, helpless. Soldiers bolted for something secure trying to hold their dignity and hide their panic.

There is no shame in being afraid. Being afraid means you're alert, aware of the danger around you and ready to keep yourself alive. For some reason, humans fail to see that.

We're twirling through the air now like an ungraceful ballerina. The ground is getting closer. 10,000 metres, 8,000 m, 6,000, 4, 2, 1… the force of the impact threw me around like a puppet in the hands of a child. The soldiers guarding me tumbled into a pile of limbs smacking their heads and breaking bones. Not all of them survived.

One of my chains snapped and I dropped to the side, smacking my head against the wall with a force so painful I would have died. If I were human. My skull throbbed and ached and I blinked under my blindfold holding back the tears triggered by my nerves. The smell of oil and dirt fills the air as the ship comes to a staggering halt, the cuffs digging sharply into my wrists. With a groan I pulled myself to my feet, panting against the wall as I waited for my world to stop spinning.

Light pierced my eyes as I removed the blindfold and I grimaced at the sting of adjustment. The wall had been ripped off and I can feel the warm breeze even through the layers of my prison clothes. I scanned the guards till I recognized the man who'd put me in my cuffs, the keys swaying slightly as they hang off his belt, beckoning me forward.

I stared at them like a deer in headlights. A chance. A chance to escape it all. To escape them. I could go into hiding. I could run away from it all and never hurt someone again. Never ever again. I'd never have to think about that again. Never have to remember.

But the nightmares will always be there. Your history will always be there. What if you do hurt someone again?

The lump in my throat was hard to swallow and my fingers twitched a moment before I lunged for them. This is my chance. My one and only chance. I can sneak away and no one will get hurt.

The metal out cuts jingle as I grab them, my body relaxing as the cuffs click open, air rushing in around the tender skin making the cuts sting. I hissed at the slight pain but bolted to my feet at the sound of incoming footsteps. Here for me? Of course they were. I'm their only prisoner.

I poke my head out of the prison cell and glanced both ways, eyes scanning the ruined hallway where soldiers, both men and women, lay limp on the ground, shards of metal and tangles of wiring lying with them. I pass them all wanting to but unable to see which are dead and which are just unconscious. Help. That's all I want to do, but killers don't help. Murders don't care for people. They don't care for anything.

Gloved fingers clenched into tight fists as I walked, but once again I dismissed the thoughts. I slip past all the bodies, ducking behind piles of rubble as soldiers march pass, faces' etched with determination and fear. One man in particular marches pass with a fierce mission set in his eyes. One to find me. Out of them all I think he hates me the most. No matter what I say he never believes me.

Scents waft in with the warm breeze, filling my nose with dry leaves and burning oil. A hot smell that stung the nose as much as it burns through skin. Bodies are burning as well, like a cannibalistic barbeque that crackled right outside along with the engine of the ship. That's where the oil is coming from. A fire that had eaten its way through the engine due to some fault or another.

Safety checks had been minimal on our last pit stop. I would have warned them had I thought they'd believe me but the engineer didn't do everything he was supposed to and the wires and gears that had been knocked loose due to an asteroid shower was left untended.

It had cost half the soldier's lives if not more.

I approach the hole in the wall, surprised it had been that far away. Perhaps my eyes had been shrouded in so much darkness all they wanted to see was light. None the less, if I wanted to escape this is where I'd do it. The hole that had been torn open by what appears to be a blue box. Is this the ship that the solider had seen? As my eyes scann over it the answer is obvious and I pursed my lips as I moved closer, placing a gloved hand on the wood. A wooden ship, heh. It didn't look efficient, nor safe despite the fact it was the absolute opposite. Despite that, there is no way I can fly it.

However, I haven't seen a TARDIS in a long time. Not since… not since the war. I recoiled as the doors suddenly swung open and a man bolted out, running straight into me. I tumbleddown silently but he cried out as he fell. Fell on top of me. In fear I push him off, darting back as fast as I can. He met my eyes for a second before I whipped around as soldiers yelled. Since when were they there?

What am I going to do now? I won't fight them. I can't! But if I want out I have to. If I ran they'd just shoot me down and besides that I don't even know where I am. There's no way they'd just let me go. Killers are supposed to be in jail. They deserve to be in jail. I deserve to be in jail. Forgiveness is beyond my reach, what had I even been thinking? Escaping. Escaping what? Myself? I'm a fool for thinking that was even possible. Why should someone like me be forgiven?

Anger boiled but not at the guards. I wanted to scream and shout and cry and just run. But not from them, they were only doing as they were told. I wanted to run from me. I wanted to run from the murderer. But I can't. I can never escape because you can't escape yourself.

My knees hit the ground upon their order and I placed my hands on my head, eyes cast down as the soldiers scrambled towards me cuffing me so fast it was as if they thought I'd pounce and kill them at any second.

The Doctor's POV

Soldiers dragged the girl off, leaving confusion twirling in my stomach and a frown curving my lips. She looks so young. All humans look young to him but she looks no older than Amy. So why did the soldiers hold such caution, such fear in their eyes? A life that short could not possible warrant emotions like that. What of her eyes? What was that? Not just the colour but the swirls of… of life. Old and young. Scared but feared.

Guns were trained on her so rigidly like she would kill anything she laid eyes on. As if any second now she could snap and change into a feral animal.

"Doctor? Are you ok?" I looked up at Amy and accepted her hand.

"Of course I am. Why wouldn't I be?" She helped me up. But what was she? So familiar yet so foreign and those eyes. Come one! Think! Why can't I think!? Stupid brain.

"You seem a bit distracted." Amy's voice piped up.

"We just crashed and now there are guns everywhere. Tiny bit distracting don't you think?" Amy glanced about frowning at all the soldiers and guns, some of them now aimed at us.

"Yeah, about that. Why are there guns?" Rory tumbled out of the TARDIS, coughing as I turned in a circle, regarding the ship motioning to it as I went.

"I think she needs to repair." He coughed but I wasn't entirely listening.

"We've crashed into a prisoner escort ship. Somewhere in the Gatikarian galaxy I think and judging by the suns…" I stared at the suns, brows slowly knitting together, confusion slowly etching my face. That's not right. Two suns, green grass and a massive jungle at the bottom of the cliff we'd apparently landed on.

"You don't know where we are." Amy said smugly. I shushed her.

"No. I know. I just have to remember." Stupid old brain. Come on! Think! Two suns, grass ,jungle. Where are we!? I glanced at Amy who was still smirking and pulled a face at her before trotting off towards someone who looked important. "Hello there. I'm the Doctor, who are you?" She frowned deeply at me, eyeing me over as if she'd been expecting something. I glanced at Amy questioningly but she only shrugged.

"Colonel Alexis Dame, you're the doctor?" I eyed her off warily.

"Yes."

"I've heard of you. Try not to get in the way. I don't want you messing anything up. We have a highly dangerous prisoner on board and I don't want her escaping because of your destructive tendencies." She said, voice full of seriousness and my eyes shot wide.

"Destructive tendencies!? What destructive tendencies?"

"It's known throughout the entire military that the Doctor always gets in the way because he 'disapproves.'" She crossed her arms as if she'd won.

"Yes, well, if you all stopped doing stupid things I wouldn't have to interfere." She just gave me a glare at that one and so I moved on. "How many soldiers do you have?" I asked watching more soldiers dig through the wreckage pulling out either their unconscious or dead comrades from the burning ship.

"We had a hundred with us but a majority of them were killed in the escape pod when we crashed into your ship…" She looked at the TARDIS and I narrowed my eyes. Don't dis the TARDIS, don't dis the TARDIS. "Thing." She dissed the TARDIS! "Anyway," she continued, "we'll be able to get a head count once we search the ship for any survivors." I pardoned her rudeness towards my ship and focused on the matter at hand.

"How many prisoners do you have?" I asked, hoping to get an idea of the number of people I'll have to end up saving even if they don't want me to. I can feel the ice thinning beneath my feet. Soldiers never like talking.

"We have just the one." She spoke matter of factly. Amy's and Rory's mouths dropped.

"You have a hundred men to guard one little girl?!" Amy exclaimed.

"She is no little girl. She is one of the most dangerous prisoners we have ever had to transport." The Colonel snapped and one look at Amy's expression told everyone she didn't like the Colonel. The Colonel didn't seem to like her, or me, either.

"What could she have done to need a hundred soldiers to guard her?" Amy pushed but the Colonel just gave her a look I'd seen on thousands of soldiers.

"I'm afraid that's classified." She gave the Colonel an unimpressed look and a silent,women's glaring battle began. Classified. Things are always classified when it comes to the military. I suppose I'll have to find out for myself. Of course I'll have to wait for a time when most of the soldiers are occupied, probably when they're asleep.

"Who is she?" Rory asked, trying to distract the women from each other. The Colonel sighed and turned to Rory as if it was a struggle to talk to civilians.

"Prisoner 364." My attention snapped to the Colonel and Rory's eye brows rose.

"No, I mean, what is her name?" The Colonel gave an exasperated sigh.

"That is what we call her and have been calling her since the beginning of her sentence. Names don't matter." This conversation isn't going down a very good path. If they wanted me to disapprove they were doing a very good job of it. Something about that girl didn't scream psycho murderous killer to me. Those eyes just didn't fit the description. Psycho murderous killers don't get scared.

"Why are you so interested in her?" The Colonel asked.

"Who wouldn't be interested in a deadly prisoner that looks like a completely innocent woman?" I smiled. She doesn't like that. She doesn't like that one bit.

"Yes well, you are not to go near her and don't listen to a single word she says to you." Amy crossed her arms in defiance and I just grinned even more.

"How can we listen to her if we don't go near her?" The Colonel glared.

"Just stay away from her." And without a word more she spun on her heel and strode off with the confidence and authority of a man in charge. Or in this case, a woman.

"Rory, why don't you go help attend to some of the wounded." Rory gave me the look he usually gives me when he knows I'm going to do something. He sighed and walked off, taking the opportunity to save himself the trouble.

"Just, try not to cause too much trouble. I do want to go home." I nodded an 'of course' that he didn't believe and he rolled his eyes before leaving.

"You too Amy." I tried but the redhead shook her head.

"No way, I want to help." I looked at her, brows raised.

"You want to help me get close to a highly dangerous criminal?"

"Yes!" She exclaimed and we both grinned.

That's chapter one done! I hope you found it as fun to read as I found it to write. Don't forget to leave a review or follow or favourite this story!