"You can say one thing," Taylor says as we around the abandoned prison. Francis and the others called a retreat once we 'exterminated' 12% of their men.
"What? Silence will fall?" Alex says, looking at Taylor from the corner of his eye.
"No, silence has fallen." Taylor replies, looking over at Alex who avoids her gaze.
"Bad joke, Oswin." Alex replies looking around and opening a door.
"Bad Wolf, bad joke. What're you doing?"
Alex turns to me and Micky, completely avoiding Taylor's question and gaze, "there's more weapons in here, along with a train schedule. We can get on a train and get outta here before dawn tomorrow. I want to take some of these to Torchwood, anything alien they'll be interested in."
Micky looks at me, and back at Alex. "Torchwood?"
"Alien thing." Taylor answers, folding her arms. I look at her. Her eyes are glowing orange once again and glaring at Alex, obviously pissed at him. Wade Wilson's comment of her being an alien plays in my head again. Something is not right about our little escape group.
"Keegan, take whatever catches your eye." I nod and fill my bag with more ammo, as well as grabbing a sheath of arrows and a basic bow. We hear shouting and running from outside the door.
"They're here," I say, dragging the words in a high pitched voice to add effect.
"See you in hell." Alex says as he shoots the door off its hinges with a spear with a glowing blue stone in the centre of it.
"Exterminate! Exterminate!" The four of us repeat over the sound of gunshots. I begin shooting with my bow. I need to save bullets.
"I got this!" Micky yells to us as she raises her stick. "Alex, take them to safety!"
Alex nods and grabs my arm, pulling me with him, "Get out of the way! Don't let her magic hit you."
I unsheathe my claws as the three of us run towards the door. I hear screams behind me and flashes of green light. I slice the door open with my claws, easily cutting through the hard steel.
I turn around, I see Micky holding her stick out, green light flashing from it, I can hear her saying things just before the light emits. "Avada Kedavra!" She says one final time, and the soldier gets thrown across the room.
"We ready?" Taylor asks as Micky runs up to us, placing her sleeves back over her arms.
"Hold on," Micky says as she raises her stick and points it at the sky. As she does that, the dark clouds form a skull with a snake exiting the open mouth. "I didn't intend on doing that ever again...I don't want that life anymore, but since I used the killing curse I guess I had to."
With a quick movement, I shoot the guards approaching us with an arrow each. "Let's go." I say as I begin walking away from the prison. The sun blinds my vision as I walk. It's been 21 years since I've seen the outdoors. It's extremely hot, probably around 30 degrees (Celsius guys, Canada.) and the sky is bright blue. It's probably the middle of the day.
My bare feet walk across the gravel and meet grass eventually. I look down at my pale legs, and soon realise that my entire body is sickly pale. My hands are rough from the experiments and weapons and my hair is long and stringy. Similar to my friends, I am covered in the blood of my enemies. Cuts and other wounds show through my ripped clothing, but are quickly gone due to my healing factor.
We stick out like a fruit loop in a box of cheerios, wonderful.
"So Alex, where are we going?" I finally ask as we walk in silence.
"I'm glad you asked Keegan." Alex smirks at me, "there's a supply train leaving for Tulsa Oklahoma at 4:15 this afternoon. We can make it if we hurry."
"How is a CPR train going to Oklahoma?" I ask, remembering Prime Minister McDonald's railway intension.
"No clue, it just says here." Alex says, letting me read the schedule. I glace it over and nod.
"We're going to Oklahoma guys," I announce as Micky and Taylor watch me, both confused. "From the looks of it, we've got a ways to go...allons-y!"
"What?" Taylor asks me.
"It's French for 'let's go.'" Micky replies. I feel like asking Micky about her magic, but decide against it. If she wanted me to know, she would tell me.
Time Skip
It is nearly nightfall by the time we get to the station. Alex leads us between buildings as we look for an open box car we can stow away in.
"There!" Taylor quietly points to a red one filled with wooden boxes. We all nod, and one at a time jump into the car.
Just as I jump in, I notice a man carrying a light, looking for any stow aways. "Everyone to the sides, people are checking the cars." I whisper as the four of us go to both sides of the box car. Alex and I go to the same wall, rust covers the wall and boxes are piled up to the roof. We all remain still as the man checks our car. He eventually leaves, but we don't move. Just as I'm about to move, he returns and closes the sliding door of the car. I feel a jolt as the train starts moving forward, and we all exhale heavily and move back together.
We did it.
"Time for me to be honest," Micky says, breaking the silence. "I've been hiding something for the past...21 years I guess. An' I was thick as a plank for doin' that."
"Micky," Taylor begins, putting a hand on her shoulder.
Micky shies away from her touch, "I ain't the person you think I am. I have killed at least a hundred, and am wanted by the Ministry of Magic in Britain. That's why I'm in the New World, to hide from them. I am a witch, I completed all seven years at Hogwarts School, one of the top witches in my class. However, my downfall was that I was a Slytherin. My parents were Death Eaters and supported the Dark Lord until I..." Micky trails off, staring into space.
"Micky, what's wrong?" I ask her, walking slowly towards her, "you don't have to talk 'bout it if it hurts."
"No," Micky says, voice quivering, "it helps me, but you guys will probably want me killed. I..." She takes a breath, "I killed my parents. That's how I started following the Dark Lord, and that's how I got this," she raises her sleeve to show a black tattoo of a skull with a snake coming out of the jaw. "That's why I've been hiding my arm, that's why I can kill those bastards easily. I'm a dark wizard, but I want to change. If I was seen in Britain, I would get my soul sucked out of me."
Alex walks towards her, and embraces her. "We all have our dark pasts, whether it's being a dark wizard, or a murderous alien, or going rogue and killing thousands. We are a team, which means that we stand together. If we can't do that...we're not a true team. If we want to change, then change! I did, we all can...it'll just take a shit load of work. You can all become heroes. 'Cause if you're with us, you know a hero never dies!"
Throughout this trip, I have noticed that neither Micky nor Alex have had eye contact with Taylor, even during his little speech, Alex just looked between Micky and me. What is going on?
Shortly after that, the group separates to pass the time on the train. Taylor sits on a box and proceeds to carve cracks in them, similar to the one in Weapon X. Micky is probably behind the boxes, getting some form of sleep. I notice that Alex is standing by the door of the box car, playing with his stick.
I look at Alex, quickly I stand up and grab the stick that he was playing with a moment ago.
"Hey! That's mine!" Alex says as he stands up. He is much taller than me at 6', but I manage to keep the stick.
"First," I begin, holding it behind my back, "What is it and what does it do? Second, you said you're not from here, who are you really, and where are you from? Tell me the truth, or I'll break it."
Alex stops and thinks about it for a moment before he opens the door and sits down at the edge of the train car. He motions for me to sit with him. I sit down beside him, and watch the early dawn begin over the landscape.
"You're right about me you know." Alex says eventually. Not taking his eyes off the horizon.
"Right about what?" I say, looking at him confused.
"Me. You're right that I'm not from here. I think that you're one of the only people in this world who could kind of understand what I'm going to tell you."
I look at him, holding his gaze, "huh?"
"First off, this is a sonic, er, never mind."
"What?" I ask, Alex is acting strange; he is fiddling with his hands and not meeting my gaze anymore.
"It's sonic, totally sonic. I am sonicked up!" Alex says quickly. He stands up and turn away from me.
"A sonic WHAT?!" I exclaim, grabbing his shoulder and turning him to face me.
"Screwdriver!" Alex replies sharply, grabbing the screwdriver from my hand as he turns around. He sits back down after a moment, placing his face in his hands for a second.
"A sonic screwdriver?" I ask, sitting next to him once again.
"Not my idea. It was given to me by my friend to protect myself."
"That two-Hearted friend?"
Alex sighs, "yes. Before we got split up, the Doctor gave me this and my brother had a sonic blaster. That thing worked amazingly well. Middle of Britain during the war...man those gas mask zombies were scary, let me tell you."
I look at him, "who are you, really?"
Alex looks at me, and gives a sideways smirk, "Alex Joshua Harkness. Smarter than Jack Harkness, my brother. He got the looks of the family though. We were the best Time agents the 51st century had ever seen. Well...Maybe not the best, but don't let me tell you that. I will admit though, that last time we were sentenced to death Jack made the mistake of ordering both of us four hyper-vodkas each for breakfast. A bit of a blur after that...woke up next to my executioners. They even stayed in touch! Now that's not something you can say about most executioners."
"Hang on," I say, "you're not making sense...51st century? That hasn't happened yet. What are you on?"
"Nothing m'lady," Alex says, "nothing except the feeling of traveling through space and time with the Doctor and the beautiful Rose Tyler. Although nothing compares to the beauty I've seen now. I can tell you're confused, I'm a time traveller, who just so happened to get separated from his Time Travelling party."
"Then how do we get you back to them?" I ask, saying my words carefully.
"You can't." Alex replies sadly, "I get to live the one adventure the Doctor could never live: everyday life. I got stranded when we left in the war and now they've moved onto another world."
"World?"
"There are parallel worlds, Keegan. Every single decision you make creates a parallel existence, a different dimension where the opposite happens. It's some sort of mirrored world, like in that Star Trek episode where Spock had a beard."
I look at him confused, "Alex, I get what you're saying, but what's Star Trek?"
"Right, you don't know that yet..." Alex replies, "but at least you sort of understand. Right?"
"Yes. But...how did you get here?'"
Alex turns away, I can see tears forming in his eyes, "we...were in the TARDIS. Jack and I were being brothers and fooling around. I was standing a little too close to the door, and I didn't realise the Doctor hadn't locked it." He stops before he can finish, wiping away tears. "I fell out of the TARDIS and Time Vortex altogether. Falling out of the vortex can leave you anywhere. For me, it was 1943 Alberta Canada. I'll only see them again if the TARDIS falls through the Vortex."
I'm so sorry Alex." Is all I say to him. I mean hell, he lost his family, friend, and what seems like girlfriend.
"Thank you, if it's the last thing I do, it's find a way to them again." Alex replies. "Can I ask you something?"
"Ya, sure."
"What's your real name? I only know you as Keegan."
I look at him, putting a strand of my stringy hair behind my ear, "Raven. Raven Bailey Howlett. I need to use Keegan out here from now on."
Alex all of a sudden jumps up and grabs my hand. He drags me to a dark part of the box car.
"Alex, what are you-" I begin as he covers my mouth.
"Warning you." He whispers, "you are my favourite character, and I want to change how it ends."
I remove his hand from my mouth, "what are you talking about?" I whisper in reply.
"listen," Alex begins, "in 2017 you-"
"Guys, the train stopped." Micky says, stopping Alex mid sentence, "time t' get off."
Alex looks at me, holding my hands. "Tell you later, if I can. Word of advice: don't trust a Death Eater, and don't look directly at Prisoner Zero."