295. Future
The sky was on fire. Smoke and ash swirled in the air, upwards with the heat of the flames. The sky was burning, glowing with the light of a world on fire. Bright orange and deep bloody red now dominated a once blue sky. It would never be blue again, even if the flames went out there would be no blue sky, only darkness.
The sun was gone. Either the sun had been stolen or the light was just unable to reach the planet. Who could really tell?
Who? Who? Doctor Who. The TARDIS lay shattered and broken amongst the rubble and the bodies of the fallen. And as for the Doctor, the Time Lord, the Oncoming Storm, the Madman with a Blue Box, the man who even when all hope was lost was always able to come through and save humanity, well, that man was dead, and with him so to went the human race, except for one.
Female. Blond. Eyes: One blue the other missing, the hole it left in its absence covered by bandages. She searched the wasteland for what she needed to survive. Canned goods were a good find, even better was the water since there was no natural source of water that was safe to drink, not since it had all turned to blood. Oceans, rivers, lakes, streams, all of it, blood. Plants died, animals died, people died, the vampires had loved it though and what was left of their number stuck to the coasts.
Admittedly, she could have used magic to conjure clean water, but she wanted to save every last drop of energy. Not that there was a shortage or anything, the natural energy of the planet was still abundant, but she was sucking the planet dry. She was killing her own home. This didn't bother her at all, it's not like the earth needed the energy since there was little life left to support, and what was left didn't matter.
Her family was gone, her friends were gone, even the Doctor, after all of his promises that he was going to fix it all and put the world right, was gone and all of her hope left with him to be replaced by something else.
There were other humans after the Doctor died, and then she had come up with a plan. A plan the required a certain amount of insanity to even conceive and a heavy dose of not going a damn to pull off. She started draining the life out of the earth. Before that moment it was just the beings on its surface that were dying, the planet could have continued on without them for eons, but now it was dying.
There were riots and looting and then as numbers dwindled the survivors were gripped with the overwhelming need to survive. Anarchy reigned. She loved every minute of it. She ruled over this new chaotic world with fear, the Queen of a dead empire. Survivors avoided her and if they crossed paths they would hand over supplies in the hope that she would spare their lives.
She didn't run into survivors anymore, there weren't any. She could tell, she had the soul of the planet as her prisoner, she felt it when the last man on earth died of an infection. She was the last human left standing, a Queen ruling over a wasteland.
The earth shuddered, this wasn't that uncommon. The planet was starting to lose the ability to hold itself together.
Oh, look at that, the device around her neck was finally ready after who knows how long of feeding it the planet as a fuel source. She knew that time could be rewritten. Wibbly-wobbly, timey-whimey, stuff. But it took a lot of power to rewrite time, so she decided to destroy to old world to make a new one… or just destroy the world, she wasn't really sure if the plan would work.
She pressed a button.
The ground shook.
Everything went black.