Note: this takes place after The Snowmen (DW) and Fast and Furious (4th movie.)
Dazed, bleeding, broken, the grit of the pavement (still warm from the desert sun) rubbing against her skin. Blood and gasoline run together, pooling around her (that girl's got gas in her veins, they said) and she's beautiful in her damnation, surrounded by fuel. All her roads have led to this moment, and when the gun goes off and her world ignites around her, she thinks she is ready to die.
But she has not counted on the pain of burning, or the loneliness of dying. Her hand reaches out, away, into the cool night air which just barely penetrates the fire's edge. She fights to reach that cold darkness. For a moment she closes her eyes, gathers her strength.
When she opens them again the world is full of terrible and beautiful firelight, casting flickers and shadows into the oncoming dawn. And there is an angel, smiling softly, leaning towards her. She thinks of angel stories, of little girls frozen to death in the snow. Its stone arm seems like it would be as cool as water.
She blinks.