175. Death

It shouldn't have been that easy. Not the killing. Not the slicing, stabbing, shooting and burning. That was easier than it had been at first, but it was never truly easy. She could make it seem easy, like she was coldhearted, but only as long as no one ever saw her spending hours washing away blood that was no longer there.

No, the killing wasn't easy. Becoming a legend, becoming a myth, becoming the thing that haunted the monsters nightmares, that had been too easy. But then again she had a great role model, the man that was the most feared being in all the universe.

If the Doctor was a storm, than she was a tidal wave, leveling everything in her way. Vanishing as suddenly appeared, leaving confusion and destruction in her wake. She had one constant companion, the same one the doctor had traveled with since he first started running…

And to think she had started out as the girl who knew too much.