I sit at the dinner table poking my meatloaf with a thin metal fork. I never liked it once it got cold. And it only got cold because I was goofing off too much.

I try to hold in a giggle when I glance at my brother fixing a pea on his spoon. He then uses it as a catapult to launch it across the table and it lands in dad's plate.

Both of us start laughing and my father looks irritated.

"Goal," I giggle.

"You two!" our mother scolds. "What have I told you about playing battlefield with your food at the table?"

"Not to do it?" my brother replies, looking a tad guilty.

She gives him a look of disapproval.

But when we go back to eating I sneak a whisper to him, "Nice shot."

He grins and tries not to laugh again.

The only time we played battleground at the dinner table without being scolded was on our tenth birthday a few months ago. But even then we got settled after it got a bit messy.

My parents begin speaking in a hushed tone now about adult things. I don't try to listen to them even if they seem concerned. I just finish up a secret war message on my napkin that I shouldn't be writing while I am supposed to be eating.

My brother tries to steal it but I snatch it back. "Stop!" I laugh.

He is chuckling. "What is it, sis?"

"Nothing yet—" I look over at the window when my parents both look towards it and exchange a strange expression of confusion.

My mother stands up and walks to the glass, her eyes searching for something.

I remain quiet and wait for whatever it is they heard.

Suddenly orange flashes into fire outside; an explosion on the building next to us that rattles the windows and sounds like thunder in the sky.

My mom staggers back with terror and shock in her eyes and I get off my seat in fear.

My dad gets up, equally as worried and looks at it but takes mom's shoulders.

"Dad why is there fire out the window?!" my brother demands.

I am in too much of a panic mode to even speak. My heart beats fast and my eyes search around with terror.

But before anything else happens, our whole apartment building shakes as if standing on the focus of a mighty earthquake, the lights flickering and the sound of cracking foundation all around us.

"Dad!" I scream out as my brother huddles with me, both of us scared to death as I watch things fall over and break. That's when the explosion makes a sound louder than anything I had heard before right under my feet. The vibration knocks me to my knees and before us the floor cracks, creating a hole so large it takes up our entire room, the pieces falling with both of my parents down inside, my brother and I just outside of the damage. I scream out in horror when they fall, disappearing into the rubble and fire beneath us.

My brother is too shocked to make a sound. But as the place cracks around us he grabs my hand, pulling me along after I stumble to my feet and follow him, tears falling down my cheeks worse than I have ever cried before. It blurs my vision and makes my muscles weak. I trip over the fallen barstool on the wood floor and grunt.

My brother helps me up as rubble falls like snow over me and we continue to run. We make it all the way to the back room; my parents' bedroom and he leads me to the bed, both of us crawling under it and huddling there, using the thick bed above us as shelter from anything, if we would even last long

I start to heave and sob, the tears falling on the hard wood as I lay on my arm. My heart panics and every fiber inside me wants to wake up as if this is an odd nightmare. But I don't.

I hear the cracking around me and the desolation of the buildings neighbor to us. And it strikes fear deep in my soul. I can't move. My eyes are shut tightly as I breathe rapidly into my arms.

But that's when the next one hits. It crashes right through the roof of my parents' room and lands in the rubble... ten feet from both our faces...

The metal shell sits there in the smoke and dust as my eyes can't even blink. I stare at it before us, only reading one word. But this word is what would destroy our lives as we know it and send us both down a path of bad choices and darkness, a crave for revenge on our parents' death to the name on the side that reads: Stark.

Little did we know... the bomb would never go off. It took us three days of fear; three days of waiting for this name to kill us, to find that out.

My life was turned upside down that day. I haven't completely healed since. I spent my youth chasing after Tony Stark... that is until more important things came into light, things that were about life and death for the entire human race. I didn't kill him. We became allies in the war we fought...

But even that war was nothing compared to what was coming next.

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"The person we need lives here?" I ask in surprise as I open the door of the T.A.R.D.I.S. to look upon the night time streets.

"Yes he owns it," Eleven says as he checks the components and walks up to me. "And his place is gonna close soon so hurry it up."

I fasten my conjurer to my belt. "How will I know who is him?" I ask.

"You'll know him when you see him," the Doctor says in front of me now. "He's tall, dark hair, normal fellow--"

"Doctor let's go," Amy urges and puts a gun to her belt.

"Alright Scarlet you're on your own. Contact me if you need to," he pushes me out the door.

"Wait one more question. What year is it here?"

"Two thousand ten I believe. Good luck." He shuts the door of the T.A.R.D.I.S.

"Wait--" I watch the thing disappear with the familiar whooshing sound.

I am alone on the empty street staring at where it was with my lips pursed. "You left the brakes on again," I tell him, my voice only speaking to thin air...

I sigh and look around at the street I stand on, vacant of cars and not very busy anywhere else.

These clothes might look a bit odd... would they? It's a loose black tank top and tight black trousers with matching combat boots. I suppose the only strange thing is my small circular, burgundy colored device at my hip. They'll probably just think it's a Neopet or something.

I look up at the lit up sign above the restaurant. "'The Pie Hole'? Clever name," I scoff to myself and then walk to the entrance.

I open the metal handle of the circular double door. Looks so seventies or something. The wind blows my long semi-wavy locks of dark red-brown (but almost black really) behind my shoulders and then lets it come back to rest at my upper back. Inside the place looks vintage and a bit colorful, with checkered tile of white and forest green, matching booths, and large lamps hanging from the ceiling that look like oversized cherries. Quaint little tables are scattered about the small diner and alongside the round windows are the booths.

A couple heads turn my way just out of natural response to someone entering. I try not to look conspicuous but what's the harm really?

Just ahead of me where my eyes are naturally, a tall man wearing a grey sweater back at the counter looks up for a second when I come in. He has dark hair and looks like he's in his late twenties.

Maybe that's him? No he doesn't look like the owner. Would the owner be here? It is a small place and it doesn't look like there's much staff...

I look around and act casual, walking to the counter and sitting down on the stool in thought, passing through the tables that sit a few others on the way.

The place isn't too busy. Probably because it's close to closing time.

I run my finger over the metal napkin holder in thought.

What am I going to even say to this guy? Where do I begin? I know how ignorant earth was of everything in the universe at this time. This year was before the war of Thanos and even the war of Loki... Aliens are just theoretical... He'll never believe me.

Maybe if I mention to him one of the things the Doctor told me about him he'd listen...

"Can I get you something?" a deep but sensitive voice asks me. I look to see the man who I noticed when walking in. His thick eyebrows are raised as he looks at me.

"Um, just a cappuccino is fine..." I mutter in an accent different from theirs. His is American but mine is a curious form of Russian.

"Sure," he responds with a half smile that I just glance at before he turns and leaves to prepare my coffee.

I sit there and take a breath of thought.

Until I hear a woman speak with a southern American accent, "Ned? That table over there is asking for another piece."

I perk up suddenly when I hear that name and look over to the woman with a blonde bob as she talks to the man I just met. Ned? That is him then...

"The kitchen is closing, Olive," he shrugs to her and she gives him a look before leaving.

I concentrate on what I am going to do or how I am going to talk to him...

Judging by his mannerisms that I have noticed so far, he seems gullible, but also used to a normal life... Don't ask me how I know that. With all of my special gifts and practices in psychology, it's something I know well.

"Here you go miss," Ned's polite voice says as he hands me my beverage.

"Thank you..." I say and he smiles but then I look up. "Can I ask you something?" I ask 'casually' as I fold my arms and rest them on the counter.

He hesitates but nods.

"Have you ever thought about life after death?"

"You mean like heaven? Hell?"

"No I mean like a life on earth after you die... but perhaps one that you don't choose."

"Like reincarnation?" he asks as he presses his brows together, interested now but still confused. He talks quickly and quirky.

"Not exactly," I mimic his fast pace.

"Then explain."

"Perhaps I mean like bringing something back to life but your mind isn't really your mind anymore..."

"If it's not your mind, then whose is it?" He keeps his nervousness under perfect control. But when he heard what I said he swallowed, maybe thinking that I am suspicious of his little gift.

"... ...Well that's the question, isn't it?" I look up at him with a slightly squinted eye.

He hesitates, looking at me strangely with an almost tilt of the head to the side. "Strange question."

"Then here's another question: would you happen to be Edward Pendergast?" I look in his eyes so he cannot possibly lie to me.

"I prefer 'Ned'. And you are?"

"Wanda Maximoff."

"What kind of accent is that? German?"

"Russian if you could hear it correctly. I lived in Transia. It's a small country near Romania. But I left when I was still a child."

"So you're not really from around here, are you miss Maximoff?"

"My mother was called Maximoff. Friends call me Max or Wanda. But the Doctor calls me Scarlet."

"Why's that?"

"Let's just say it's half of the name I am globally known by," I smirk.

"Which should I use?"

"Whichever you prefer."

"I like the name Max."

"Then Max it is."

He smiles slowly but awkwardly. I can tell he doesn't get close to people often so he doesn't try to get to know me. Though he is too polite and curious of me, a strange girl, that he continues to talk. "Where are you from?"

"Well if I could tell you where I'm from you wouldn't believe it," I say looking down and leaning back a little.

"And why not?"

"What if I said telling you I was from Neptune was more believable?"

"I doubt it. Neptune is a gas giant so it's impossible to even go near it because of its lack of oxygen and the temperature."

"Well all that aside I am being honest. But I do have a job offer," I eye him and lean forward a bit.

"Does it have to do with reincarnation or whatever strange thing you were talking about before?"

"What if I said 'yes'?"

"Then I'd ask what kind of job it is."

"A dangerous one and you probably wouldn't get paid."

"Then that's not a job."

"It's a favor."

"I like doing favors only to an extent."

I lean a little closer to speak quieter to him. "But haven't you ever wanted to be a hero in this normal world of yours?" I smirk.

"Heroes are overrated I prefer it here where it's safe."

"To save lives and have daring adventures that doesn't sound appealing to you?"

"I'm not interested in changing the world I just want to stay in my comfortable sheltered life of baking pie..." he says uncomfortably.

"But what if your life depended on it?"

"I don't really--"

"What if others' lives depended on it?"

He frowns and is about to speak--

"Ned we have a little problem could you come here?" the girl I saw before says from the kitchen.

He stands up straight again and looks at her and then glances at me. "It was nice meeting you Max but I can't help you," he says and turns, walking to the kitchen.

I stand up from my spot with my hands at my side and stare after him as he follows the voice of his co-worker. "Ned," I say getting his attention.

He stops... And looks curiously over his shoulder at me to wait for what I have to say.

"I know why you can't touch your dog," I say with a set brow.

He stares at me for a moment with suspicion and confusion...

Until I turn and leave the Pie Hole.

I walk into the fresh air of the New York night and look up at the stars... they are veiled...

I stand there on the sidewalk with the same expression and think to myself. What if I can't get this guy to help me? What if all of those people are still going to die?

I hope desperately that I am not too late for the future.

I shut my eyes and breathe slowly. What do I do now?

"Hey," I hear a voice say to get my attention.

I open my eyes and whirl around to see frowning Ned walking up to me.

I don't speak until he does. "How do you know about Digby?" he asks.

"Pardon?"

"My dog. How do you know about him? I've only told one other person about my gift."

"And that is Emerson Cod right? Yes I know about him too. And if you let me explain I will."

"How is it you know I can bring back people from the dead? Did he tell you? Are you a cop?"

"Do I look like a cop?" I tilt my head.

He shakes his head.

I sigh. "Look I told you I can--"

But I am cut off by a strange sound that makes us both look up towards the sky to our left. At first I think it's just thunder... but as I watch the clouds closer my heart begins to beat fast.

Ned and I gaze at the black puffs of sky... strange expressions on our faces. But I don't look away. I know I heard something.

The blue distant lights flash again behind the walls of grey and finally I see something plummeting from the clouds in a puff of smoke. Something huge slowly is descending onto the city towards us.

I back up a little as I watch the object get bigger and bigger, part of it flaming orange.

I see people pointing and hear them exclaiming.

I start to breathe rapidly in worry and clutch Ned's arm, my eyes wide as this huge thing falls and crashes into two buildings with a thunderous sound and loud frightened voices from citizens as the structures crumble into the ground slowly with all of the weight, crushing people on the inside

Ned and I exchange a worried look. The only difference is that I know what this is.

"I'm too late..." I whisper.

"For what?" he stutters, still looking at the distance where the ship crashed.

"Quarantine," I answer.

We listen to the shouting people but can't see what's behind the large buildings.

I breathe, knowing what's going to happen now.

I pull off the device at my belt and pick a weapon from it to conjure, the lights forming my gun and letting me take it after it is created; a plasma pistol.

Ned looks shocked at what just happened and confused. But I pull out a gun for him as well and hand it to him, a bigger one than mine; what they call a carbine; an alien rifle.

"Uh..." he says and backs away a little, his hands coming up but not taking the weapon. "I-I don't really... uh..."

"Take it or get killed, cupcake," I say bluntly and he finally picks up the strange looking wine colored gun cautiously. He swallows with nervousness and examines it.

"Now come on!" I say and take his wrist, pulling him with me as I run to where the huge object crash landed.

We fly by people running the opposite direction, an orange glow of fire peering from the area, passing the flashing lights from signs and broken, fallen structures.

My feet hit against the sidewalk hard as cars are stationary in the streets beside me. People exclaim and pull injured others to safety. I pass a woman with dark hair as she calls 911.

I rush faster past the huge building to my left until I see the one that it made collapse. Rubble and fresh metal pieces of the large structure are broken and tangled with themselves in the chunks of concrete.

Blood and a few crushed bodies lie in the rubble but I avert my eyes from it. I let go of Ned's arm and stop when I see the massive hunk of metal crashed into the broken cement.

Small fires are here and there but this is definitely a ship of theirs.

I run forward as I feel people behind watching and pointing with fear and confusion.

"Get out of here!" I call to them. "All of you quick!" I command with fear for every one in my words. Ned's eyes are wide and innocent.

Some of them back up and stumble. Some don't hear me. Some exclaim about their loved ones that just got crushed. I understand--but this is too dangerous for them to be here.

I hold up my free hand as the irises of my eyes turn bright red. Yes this is my gift. Mind tricks. 

I let the scarlet mist swirl around through the heads of all in the area and immediately every person but Ned begins to make their way from the crashed ship, their eyes blank. They help others that are injured leave the area as far as I let them.

I blink as Ned looks around in fear and confusion.

I adjust my gun and focus on the immediate emergency. I turn and walk over the ash covered pieces of concrete and metal supports from the building this once was, my foot crunching on the broken glass particles.

Ned stands where he is but then follows me hesitantly.

I look for the entrance to the sky vessel by walking by it. My eyes scan over the written number on the side: 2531

The door by the side is sealed shut but since the ship looks like it was in rough shape even before it crashed, a kick gets it open. The air inside smells of rotten dead flesh and other nasty things immediately when I breathe.

I slowly walk inside and look down the metal hall barely lit, a spark flickering off the broken cord on the ceiling.

I look back at Ned as he stands with tense shoulders outside the doorway. "Uh you go ahead I think I'll wait out here," he swallows nervously.

"Come on I might need back up," I say and look back at the dark corridor.

"Uh shouldn't we like get the police or something?"

"No they would get themselves killed."

"Uh..."

"Oh just come on," I pull his arm in with me.

I walk in further as he follows me slowly...

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My feet tap on the metal and almost echo, but I keep quiet.

"What is that smell?" he says with his voice straining as he tries not to breathe.

I flick on the light of my weapon and shine it on the walls, revealing the brown egg sacks of the little spawns of demons and its goo all over the floors and ceiling. I suppose that answers his question.

I can tell Ned isn't breathing.

"You'll need some oxygen you know," I tell him as I stare at the sight still.

He lets out a puff or air. "Uh... Max what exactly... are these things? And why is that one moving?"

I look to where the light is and he's right. "An alien species of parasitic organisms that take the dead and make them into something else in order to spread itself," I answer quickly.

"'Alien'?" he asks with nervous surprise.

"As in 'not from earth', yes."

"Awe man it's like I'm in some kind of science fiction movie," he swallows.

"Shh," I scold quietly. I don't want to make too much sound. I inch closer towards the back of the ship.

It is silent in here as I hold my weapon ready...

And when I shine my light at the back a huge brown skinned, lopsided, lumpy humanoid creature lunges from the shadows with a terrifying roar, the red tentacles on its face stretching.

Ned and I both jump, our hearts skipping a beat as I stumble back and press the trigger on my weapon desperately. The blue bullets flash like lighting and pierce the thing in the shoulder before it is shoved back just in time to keep it from getting to us.

I shoot it again at its torso to kill it with a loud zap.

Ned is still stunned completely and my heart thuds in my ears.

"Okay that's it I'm leaving!" Ned stutters and tries to dart out the door but I grab his arm.

"No! We can't let any of them out!" I say and look back as more fly from the darkness, the mangled screwed with bodies that would make any normal person vomit, roaring at us as they leap forward.

I point my weapon and start firing at the beasts over and over. "I could use some help! Click your trigger?!" I ask, back up with him as the creatures lunge ahead to try and eat us alive all at once.

But he is scared out of his mind. He holds up his gun and tries to fire fumblingly. He shoots a bullet but it misses everything and he stumbles back, almost dropping his weapon.

One of the things leaps to the center console in the ship, roaring straight at us as it clings to it, the red tentacles of its grown head that replaces its past one flaring out.

I glare at it and aim, pulling the trigger and firing once to kill it through its face, letting the loud sound bounce off the metallic walls.

I breathe and lower my gun as the last one dies.

Ned staggers and looks at me, scared out of his mind.

I give him a look and pick up his weapon as he holds it wrong. "Like this," I say, adjusting it with his arm and showing him where to aim properly.

"Right..." he mutters and swallows.

"Oh this is going to be worse then I thought..." I sigh.

But I urge him on and run forward over the bodies of the creatures.

He gulps and follows me only because he's scared probably to be left alone with those things.

My feet walk on the metal floor and I shine my light ahead, seeing a dark hallway and the egg sack covered walls. I hear a little sound as something in one of the sacks moves.

I inch forward with my light, scared for anything that could show itself suddenly. I continue walking until we come upon some stairs. The further we travel into the aircraft the heavier the air gets, enclosing us in a smell of sour flesh and rotten corpses.

"You first," I say.

"Uh... No thank you I'm fine back here..." he stutters.

"I insist," I snap at him.

He shuts his mouth and gulps nervously.

"Come on be a man," I get behind him.

"Uh, right..." he says doubtfully and inches down the first step. I shine my beam of light down the corridor and see only muck smeared stairs of metal.

I don't want to touch the walls with my bare arms so I move behind him. I glance over my shoulder at the darkness of the ship, the sparks lighting only a corner that I can swear I see something move in.

He is slow and scared. But I push him along and we make it to the next level of the vessel. It's quiet down here... and every breath we make can be heard. If it wasn't for his flashlight I wouldn't be able to tell where he was.

I walk forward with my light scanning the sack covered walls. I look for any more stairs but see none. This ship isn't really that large after all... and we're lucky for that.

But the stillness makes us uneasy. I take advantage of it and walk down to my left into the center of the ship.

I almost jump when a humanoid beast leaps from the shadows when I shine my light at the end of the room. I pull the trigger quickly and let the zap of the blue bullet smite its chest with an aqua flame and mist. The creature screeches with pain in a horrifying, muffled, snarling sound.

I fire again at the demon to knock it down and one more time to make sure its dead.

I walk up to it and stop on the ground to kneel down. "Cover me," I tell him as I set down my weapon, the creature twitching once.

"O-okay," he stutters and stands by me.

I pull off my device from my belt and create a plasma grenade. I drop it in the hole of a wound I made in the body of this demon and conjure another.

Ned doesn't talk but he seems frightened like in a horror movie. I guess if someone wasn't used to this that's how it would feel.

I try to hurry for his sake... and mine too, as I create more grenades and pack them in the corpse.

"Wh-what are you doing?" he asks quietly as he still looks around in anticipation for something to jump at him.

"Rigging this ship to blow up," I answer. "I'm gonna kill all of these blasted demons with fire. If they spread now we're done for."

"What do you mean 'spread'?"

"Well if you have ever heard of an infection... you might be familiar with how these creatures work..." I toss in another little circular bomb with the others the metal clanking together.

"Wait do you mean like... zombies?"

"Unfortunately these are worse..."

"Oh... great," he breathes.

I hear something faint behind me and I look into the black hallways...

Ned is still and he shines his light frantically. But it only goes so far.

There is nothing that we can see in the darkness except the walls and floors of the ship.

"...C-can you hurry... please?" he asks nervously.

I still stare into the shadows...

It's something that frightens me; not knowing what is there.

But I turn my head and continue making grenades, my fingers pressing the buttons on my circle device over and over to create holograms but then making them appear. I take it in my hand and place it with the others. I do this again and again as the silence lingers.

"Uh... Max?"

I continue to work, trying to ignore his hammering questions. I'll answer them later. "Quiet," I hiss.

I remember that I need to replace the plasma rod in my weapon so I flip through my device to make one. I pick up my gun and switch out my old ammunition for the new one.

"Max," he whispers worriedly.

I don't even notice the quiet tearing sound... until now.

I frown and look up to where he is pointing his flashlight and see it highlighting an egg sack... that's moving. A rip in the bulge of it is, is where spider-like legs are poking through and grabbing at the material to get free.

"Kill it!" I yell in panic and grab my gun.

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He fires and zaps the egg sack, breaking it open and releasing the little flesh colored, faceless spawns almost the size of my head with red tentacles and insect legs.

I leap form my spot as they drop from the thing to the floor and start shooting along with Ned.

I hit the metal floor next to it as they scatter towards me to take my flesh. I fire a burning hole through one and obliterate the other afterwards before it leaps to my face.

Just then we stop to hear the roaring and snarling of more human sized ones from the back.

I look down at my bomb and notice it needs more grenades if we are to destroy this whole ship. I look back at Ned. "Uhh... cover me quick!"

I drop my gun and begin to make more grenades. I hear them coming, their clumsy feet throwing against the ground towards the room, the stench of their flesh stinging my nose.

I fumble as fast as possible as they draw nearer.

I can hear them from the shadows, their brainless bodies terrifying me through my bones. I just... don't like when I cannot see them.

But Ned isn't firing yet.

I try my hardest to pull out grenade after grenade but the speed makes me clumsy and I drop one of the balls, letting it roll across the slanted metal floor. With a lucky reflex Ned puts a foot on it, thankfully not activating it once he does. I breathe and look up.

His eyes are wide and he looks to his right as I pluck the sphere from under his shoe.

The creatures begin stumbling from the darkness and as they do my expression matches Ned's, which is terrified...

I throw another explosive in.

"Max!" He says and fires in their direction.

I look behind me and leap to my feet. "Okay go go!" I urge and grab my device. I duck as he shoots towards them, the beams lighting up the dark corridors with strobe light.

Ned runs up the stairs before one leaps his direction, both of us screaming when it does. I grab the railing of the ship that's caked in goo and throw my feet up the steps. I toss a grenade behind me, making sure none of them catch it.

Ned runs full speed from these demons but turns around to fire a couple times, still scared out of his mind and not sure what to do.

Quickly I conjure another grenade and stick it to the gooey egg sack on the wall as I run.

We sprint down the hall as he tries to remember which way we came.

"Over there!" I say and dodge the beast that leaps my direction.

I throw my feet forward again and again as I try to see where I am going in the dark, hearing the scrambling and the snarling of a nightmare behind me.

I breathe heavily and charge after Ned. He doesn't run too fast but since his legs are about three times as long as mine if I am to be honest I have to really move to keep up with him.

I slip on the metal and grunt when I hit the hard ground on my palms.

"Shit!" he curses and runs to me.

I gasp and look behind me at the thing that grabs my ankle. I scream and start kicking at the nasty demon with deformed flesh and a hidden face from where the person's head once was but now the body has been taken by this monster.

"Ned!" I scream, having nothing to defend myself with. I wish with everything that my powers worked on these demons.

More begin jumping to us and my partner fumbles with his weapon, firing with a hot laser against the thing's head, burning the flesh with is and making it roar.

I kick myself free and grab my device, leaping to my feet again as he helps me, and sprinting after him when he finishes off the thing.

I hurry with my fingers and create another bomb. I throw it on the center console of the ship and Ned and I finally see the door ahead. I charge full speed for it, making one more grenade and fastening my device to my belt.

I hold the explosive tightly in my hand and activate it before turning around and throwing it... I watch as it flies over the shoulder of a monster, barely brushing its flesh but then landing close enough to the other grenade that I know I am safe to leave.

I spin around and throw my legs forward, my hair twirling in the wind as the beasts behind me lunge for my limbs with all their will, missing my foot by a hair. I throw my hands to the level of my eye as I hear the explosion behind me start with my two grenades. A chain of fire is irrupted through the ship and heat hits my back when I jump from the door.

The explosion shatters my ears and I shut my eyes as my hair licks the flames, the boom of thunder blasting boiling air around us, making me fly forward and tumble onto the concrete.

I roll over the rubble and stop myself, cringing from pain as I feel every part of me is bruised.

My eyes are shut until the explosion ends, burning pieces of debris landing on the broken up asphalt.

Embers rain down as my almost skinned palms push myself up.

I look over to see Ned had fallen too. And he and I stare ahead as the burning ship, pieces of it everywhere now, lucky we didn't get laced with shrapnel.

I try to catch my breath but it seems to man on the ground a few feet from me is even more stunned at what just happened.

My eyes stay on the flames, hoping with my heart that no more of them leap from the fire at us. But an explosion that large would kill them all, and any sign of them.

Does that mean I did it? Did I stop them from spreading? I destroyed the ship and all in it. Fire burns away any chance of them corrupting something else. Which means my only task is getting Ned to come with us when the Doctor comes back.

I cough on smoke as I stand stiffly to my feet, wincing in pain. I hear all kinds of sirens going off around the area. I keep any of them from coming too close until I am sure that they are all burned enough.

That's when the fire department arrives to start spraying down the flames.

I walk over to Ned after he too returns to his feet, breathing harder than I am as he tries to make sense of all of this. "Well..." he stutters, "...that was fun."

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Alright the more comments and votes and reads I get the more i will post so let me know if you are enjoying this story. PLEASE TELL ME ANYTHING THAT'S ON YOUR MIND. I LOVE reactions more than life!! so PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE COMMENT!!!!

Thank you all for joining me in this adventure

PS: for those that haven't seen "Pushing Daisies": GO WATCH IT. Ned (Lee Pace) is adorable in it!! you'll love it!