~ .outsider. ~
The lithe figure of a Timelord raced through the soon-to-be ruins of a distant civilization, fear plastered across her face. The war had already been won, but they chose to gloat by destroying the most populated city on the whole planet. The city that Outsider had happened to be staying in, waiting patiently for the enemy to slowly kill off their newly conquered people through slavery and whatnot. She was actually sprinting as fast as she could, her coat flapping behind her in the dusty wind. The city was almost a ghost town, about one half of the population dead from the war or out to the smaller towns to help clean up. The only people left were sadly, civilians. Creatures who couldn't run nearly as fast as the thing behind her. In short, it was a huge steam roller. About one hundred feet high. God knows how they actually built it and transported it without the knowing of the others. But it was behind her, all shiny metal and noises so loud her eardrums almost shattered.
She raced through the crumbling buildings and streets, running around fires and jets of water coming out of broken water pipes. There were others behind her, but they were quickly swallowed up by the giant metal drum. If she didn't pick up pace and find her TARDIS soon, she would join the list of the dead. She didn't even bother to save them--it stated in the history books that there were absolutely no survivors. They had been able to check off each and every person, all dead or captured. Outsider ran as fast as her legs could possibly carry her, ignoring the lower oxygen content of the air and the burning coming from her legs. She kept running, turned down a nondescript alleyway; with a huge sigh of relief, she found her TARDIS, still sitting in the exact place she had found it. Smiling in relief, Outsider hit the secret button in the crook of a knot on the tree and entered the TARDIS, immediately yelling at it once she was inside.
"Come on! We have to leave, now! Do you want your hull damaged like the last time?" Her TARDIS had a very odd personality, but it was better at flying itself than she was at flying it. Outsider preferred to let her vehicle do all the work, and that's how they both liked it. The only real way to get her TARDIS to actually do something if there was something in for it. One might actually say her TARDIS lazy and greedy, but it was only a TARDIS. This time, it's motivation was to get the heck out of the way before they both were killed. And it did dissipate in record time, just missing the steamroller by inches.
Outsider relaxed as she heard the familiar whirring noises of her only companion, collapsing onto a nearby chair. She was breathing like she had just run a marathon, and to her, that was what it felt like. Outsider wasn't one for exercising unless absolutely necessary, and while she had strength, she wasn't good at running. As the adrenaline seeped out of her body and her heart slowed, her depression started to sink in. All of those creatures and she couldn't even save one single child. It was unlike her to come so early before a civilization's destruction, but this one had made her curious. A whole city, flattened. And now she knew why.
Curling up on the somewhat uncomfortable chair, Outsider closed her eyes and allowed her condition to fully sink in. After a few moments, she was back to her normal self. Sighing, she opened them and realized that she had landed. What did her TARDIS have in store for her today? What would she have to clean up? Outsider took a few minutes trying to get out of the chair, trying to mentally yell motivation into herself. She was just so worn out. Maybe the TARDIS brought her to someplace happy?
Getting up lazily, Outsider opened the door of the TARDIS and exhaled in relief. The twenty-first century. Beautiful. An empire that wouldn't be destroyed for ages. Muttering a hurried thank-you to her TARDIS, Outsider shut the door. Giddy excitement bubbled up inside her like a schoolgirl. She could actually have some fun, for once, and not all the death! Today was turning to be a good day, after all.
{{ I had to end it there before I wrote a book D: Whoever wants to bump into her is welcome to. }}