This is a Doctor Who fan fic but do not worry if you do not watch or know Doctor Who it is alright it's not crucial knowledge for this story. This has romance, violence, adventure (I think), suspense (I hope) and I hope that you enjoy this and will keep reading! Wolf (Prologue) My name is Philipa Pond. My mother was the first human to have traveled to a planet called Galifrey and was rewarded with a time lord life span. Time lords have long life spans lasting for the lucky ones thousands of years and the ability to regenerate their body when faced with a mortal injury. My mother married a man from Galifrey who was the father of the Master who became the Doctor's nemesis after their friendship deteriorated. How? Wish I knew, but I don't and am getting off topic. I am to the universe known and feared of as Wolf, and this is my story. Thanks for reading, tell me what you think. I like constructive criticism!
Before each chapter I will have a little mini prologue about it. Anyways enjoy! When I was a child I was not how you would say normal. Yes I was pretty with very long (it was down to my thighs), straight, blonde hair, tall willowy figure and prominent cheek bones I got a lot of attention from boys. Yes I looked normal but what wasn't normal was the fact that I kept all my emotions locked up inside because of, depending on when you ask me, a very bad end to a relationship or this Timelord tradition thing that I don't quite understand. I also had one friend named Isabelle. She was like me. The same thing happened to her We were so close that it was like we each had two sets of parents ours and each others.
Very nice, though I would advise longer updates, then, spreading out in paragraphs, but most of all, it's great!
Sorry fixing the name just realized that it doesn't work. Her name is Phillipa Richards forgetting my story line won't make any more mistakes I hope
300 years of age: I walked down the halls of the school. I don't know it's name and I don't care, my task here is solely to sit through class and finish assignments. I learn maths, history, science, social studies and more. The only thing I actually get out of school is being able to see my one friend Isabelle who is like me. We both excel at class and simply cruise through the day. This particular day something felt off, Isabelle had not been at our meeting spot near where our, what humans would call lockers were, and all through classes I could not find her. I felt a twinge of something and I did not like it. I'm guessing it was some emotion so I shoved it down with the rest. At the end of the day just as I was walking down the steps of the school Isabelle comes rushing up to me tears streaming down her pale face, her long red hair a tangled mess. I felt that twinge again; she NEVER looks like that and DEFIANTLY never cries being like me. "What's wrong Isi?", I ask. "It's… it's…", she sobs, "Mom and dad, they… they got into an accident and…" She trailed off but I understood what had happened and the sorrow, pain, love, hate, everything I had been avoiding for the past 300 years hit me like a train going 1000 miles per hour. "How, how did it happen?", I stuttered. Wiping her tears she embraced me tightly and whispered: "A drunken idiot with a gun. They, they were on their last regeneration they were she sobbed We both stood there hugging and crying for what seemed to be hours. Finally releasing each others grasp when a man came up behind us. "I'm so sorry for your loss. We have been tracking that man for weeks, it seems your parents had better luck then we did. At finding him that is." The man was wearing a black suit, dark sunglasses and had his hair slicked back. Isabelle and I stared at him not sure what to do. I was contemplating whether we could make a run for it when the man spoke again. "I realize that you probably want to get revenge on their deaths, hmm?" We looked at each other and seeing the same thing. "Yes.", we said at the same time. "Good, good." the man murmured, "The jails are getting full and the government has decided that there is no point in keeping criminals, so we have created a place called the Agency where our recruits will work at assassinating the most wanted men and women. Are you in?" Without thinking I immediately answered with a nod. "And you?" the man asked Isabelle. She stared in my eyes for a moment and a horrified look grew on her face for what she saw was something i fear of coming back to this day, insanity. "I guess.", she answered quietly. The man began to walk away when I spoke up. "Sir, who are you?" The man turned around and faced us once more. "My name is Matthew, Matthew Lexar." Matthew, or Lexar, turned on his heel and continued on his way. That was the beginning of my career. After that I started training 100 years later, to a human I probably looked to be in my early 20's, and thats most likely why my trainer did not take me very seriously at first. I was training on earth and living in a small bungalow in the outskirts of London in a place called Bexhill. Naturally my trainer was a human. Working at the Agency they give you a nickname, mine being Wolf. Long story to be saved for another day. Let's just say that The Big, Bad Wolf is not a coincidence. And on Galifrey that story was made so children were to fear, well, me. This may be confusing so if u want clarification then wall or follow me.
An update! Sorry for the wait. I'm not letting this die! Enjoy! Btw this is before the time war and in reference to dr who, her age is 200 years behind the doctors. Hope that clears any questions! 400 years of age: I was a bit excited, I mean who wouldn't have been when visiting earth for the first time! Traviling by TARDIS ment that we were going to earth in the year, I can't quite remember actually, irrelevant I guess. Sorry I mean second time, technically it was the first time I can remember because my real first time on earth was when I was a baby and my mom wanted to show me off to her family on earth. Anyways, (off topic again) I had to meet my instructor at a train station near by. There are no trains on Galifrey so it was a, shall we say, interesting experience to never repeat. She finally arrived although late. She had curly, brown almost black, shoulder length hair that framed her face nicely, she was short but muscular, tanned and looked to be in her late 30's early 40's. Her name was Yvonne Blackwell. Yvonne worked me hard and would not let up, she could tell I had potential. We worked hard for 15 years until I was ready to start my new job. It was my last night on earth, Yvonne had come to drop me off by my house. Just as I was turning to unlock my door she put a hand on my shoulder and turned me around to face her. "This is for you, you'll need it if you are to start work tomorrow." She handed me a rolled piece of paper that looked similar what i imagined a high school diploma would look like without the ribbon. I had never seen a real one before since I sort of dropped out of school. "What's this?", I asked. "Your list for the week and your certification. When your new you get a week to fulfill your list but as you get better at you will be promoted and given more 'jobs' and less time to complete them because you will be able to handle it then." I undid the tape holding the papers in a roll and saw a card with my credentials and a my picture in the top left hand corner. I also found another piece of paper that had three names on it. "I know you wi-" Yvonne was cut off by a silent zip which I instantly recognized. My fears were confirmed by the blossoming red stain on her shirt, it was the sound of a silenced pistol. I caught Yvonne in my arms as she crumbled toward me. "Good luck.", she whispered and her eyes slowly glazed over. I closed them and rose to face her murderer drawing my gun in a two handed grip. A shadowed figure jumped down from a high fence just outside of my temporary property. As they stepped into the light of my porch I could see it was a tall man with muscular build, short, kind of scraggly, brown hair and he wore a long, navy blue trench coat that blew in the London breeze revealing a light blue, collared, polo style shirt. "Who are you?", I yelled pointing the gun at him. "Hmm a Walther huh? Haven't seen one in ages. Sorry, so rude but I just had to compliment your choice in pistol, my name is Captain Jack Harkness."