The Warrior. Thats what I was known as. It was a pretty accurate name. I mean ever since I was born it was like I was made to fight. I was born with the ability to shoot a gun perfectly and use other kinds of weapons naturally.
I got out of bed. I hadn't really slept, i thought all night long. It always seems like theres something i'm forgetting. I shook the feeling off and started the day. I pulled on my skinny jeans, slipped on my chucks. Pulled on my tanktop, and then my jacket.
I looked in the mirror. I was thin, and tall. I had long straight blonde hair and hazel eyes. I looked about the age of 25. In reality I was 573 years old.
I slung my bow and arrows over my shoulder then left my home.
My home was a broken, not working tardis. It was stuck in the disguise of a taxicab and in newyork, newyork... The one on Earth.
Just like every other TARDIS it was bigger on the inside, but unlike other tardi this one didn't work. It died a long time ago, so I just used it as a place to live.
I didn't need it to travel in time, all I needed was my Vortex Manipulator.
I stepped out of the tardis and the first thing that happened was I felt a bullet fly through my chest. I screamed in pain and dropped to the ground. I heard a male voice.
"Ohy fuck. Ma'am im so sorry. I thought you were a criminaL I was trying to track." He was afraid.
"Get me in the taxi. NOW." I said through pained gasps.
Confused he did as was we got in he didn't seem surprised by the inside and when he set me down the regeneration process started.
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Once again sorry for the short chapter, its two in the morning that i'm writing this, i woke up and got inspired to write now i'm just tired lol