"Maybe it will work this time." I said aloud to myself. "Oh please, I beg you, let it work this time!" I ran, wind whipping my hair, I kept running, full speed. I reached the edge and then I was flying, no, falling, I watched as the pavement grew nearer, then I hit it and all went dark.
Team Torchwood were coming back from the pub, they had been celebrating the defeat of a rather large and nasty alien other a lunch-time pint. Suddenly Gwen stopped, watching a figure fall from a nearby, very tall building. The rest of the team stopped too, and watched as the figure hit the pavement. They looked at each other and then ran to the foot of the building. There, a girl with long blonde hair and a very pretty face lay, blood spilling around her, cold and lifeless.
"Oh my god!" Muttered Gwen as Owen leant down to examine her. "The poor thing."
Owen turned to Jack "She's definitely dead, her neck and back are broken and-" Owen let out a yell and Gwen screamed, as the girl suddenly grabbed hold of them, gasping for air. Her breathing slowed as she cracked her neck back into place and looked around.
"Bollocks!" She muttered, seeing she was still alive and stood up, brushing herself off.
The team looked at each other stunned as she got up.
"We better get her back to the Hub." Jack finally managed to say, grabbing her under the arm and frog marched her off across the Plass.
Sorry it's a short chapter, hope you liked. I might get the next chapter up today, if not within the next 2. Thanks for reading!