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Imagine yourself walking down an alley, minding your own business, when you run into someone. You both go down, hitting the hard concrete of the sidewalk on your tailbone. You wince and suck in a harsh breath at the pain that radiates from your lower back.
"Oh my god! I'm so sorry!" A voice exclaims from in front of you. You open your eyes, which you hadn't realized you closed, and you see a woman, barely older than a teenager, with bleached blonde hair and light brown eyes starring at you. "Are you alright? I hope I didn't hurt you." The woman continues, her council accent cutting the ends of the words short.
You nod mutely. "Uh, yeah. Yeah I'm fine, I just, uh, think I hit my tailbone when I fell." You answer. She winces in sympathy.
"I'm so sorry." Something beeps and she springs up. "I've gotta go." She runs into the alley that she ran out of and a bright flash of light brightens your surroundings for a second.
-DW-
The next time you see the mystery girl she's running at you full speed, presumably trying to outrun someone chasing her. You barely have time to register her before you're falling, her weight resting firmly on your chest, causing all of your air to rush out in a puff.
"Sorry!" She tells you, getting up and offering you a hand, glancing behind her. You take her hand as you struggle to gasp in air.
"Y-you again!" You gasp, finally getting your air back. She gives you a puzzled look that quickly smooths out in understanding.
"Not yet." She tells you cryptically with a smile. She runs off again and you stare after her, wondering what she meant.
-DW-
The last time you meet her is when the planets are filling the sky. You're huddled in your living room, trying to avoid the panic of everyone outside. You risk a look outside and there she is, standing in the middle of the road with a giant gun-like thing strapped across her shoulder. With out thinking you run out.
"Wait!" You shout as she turns away from you. She turns back and recognition is clear on her face.
"Hello again." She greets. You reach her and puff out a breath.
"Why do I keep meeting you?" You ask her.
"Because you have the potential to be so great." She tells you sadly.
"What does that mean? What potential?" You question. She gives you a sad smile and looks over your shoulder briefly.
"You had a potential to be one of the most influential people in the history of the world. But tonight that future is ended. And I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, but I can't stop it." She gives you another sad look and turns away, walking away. You stare after her, the panic and screaming around you unnoticed.
"Exterminate!"
An unbearable pain passes through you and you fall to your knees, opening your mouth to try to scream. Nothing comes out as the electricity, or ray beam, or whatever it is, passes through you. In what is only a second for the rest of the world, but feels like an eternity to you, the greatest pain you have ever experienced passes through you. Then your body falls to the ground and you can't feel anything anymore.
Whelp, there you have it. AND OH MY RASSILON FIFTIETH ANNIVERSARY!