Oct 17, 2018
@timeviolence // starter call -- accepting!
The Predator inhaled sharply, reveling in the metallic scent of blood, and felt comfort in the knowledge that the man who had meant his child harm no longer ranked among the living. He had dropped the corpse into the Thames with an anchor weighing it down. He stood now by the river, staring at his reflection in its surface.
The chill night air tickled at his blood-stained skin. What a delight it was, to know that his crimes would go unpunished, that his victim would not be missed, that his child remained unharmed!
He turned around, intent on heading back to the TARDIS, when he saw her. How long had she been there? What had she seen? Did---- “’ello,” he said, one hand forming a fist at his side.
