The villagers chased after me, each one was out for revenge. Like any sane individual, I ran away frightened, although I laughed with every step I took, maybe I should take the 'sane' part of that out. The rush was exhilarating, in fact this week had been exhilarating, I've killed a few people (only the ones I hate, I'm not one of those lunatics who kills in the name of fun), started conflicts between close towns, got myself a girl (although I think we might be done now, just a thought) and I became disowned from my family, who never really liked me to begin with. All in all, I thought it was a successful and productive week.
But back to now. Frosted over leaves covered the floor, it made my escape far more interesting. I slipped on numerous occasions but I only fell once, I almost couldn't get back up, not because of pain but because of beauty. Perfectly shaped oak and ash leaves were scattered around the floor, jack frost nipped at their edges and he had even devoured a few. Realising that I was in the run, I got up again and did just that, I ran. As I ran I brushed the fragments of dead, flaky leaves off my long black coat and I gently brushed my freezing hands through my tangled auburn hair.
My journey took me into a field that I had never before been in. Not knowing the land, I unsuspectingly chanced upon a large fence, which I could neither climb (that doesn't prove much, I have difficulty climbing over a two foot fence never mind a ten meter iron fence) or run around.
The chase was over.
Villagers eyed me up, and then something happened. Don't ask me what because I don't know, but somehow I ended up on a space craft.
'Where we going?' I hopefully asked the only other rider.
He didn't answer my question, unless you count a glare as a response.
'You have a name?' Looked like I was in for a fun ride, there's really nothing like sitting opposite an ugly fat guy who would rather kill you than answer a simple question.
'The time lord.'
Talk about ego! The time lord, that would keep me going for some time, it took an awful lot of restraint to not burst out laughing.
The door opened and a gorgeous young woman nervously stepped in, taking the tiniest steps I'd ever seen.
I'd figured we were on a prison space craft, due to the handcuffs that an armed guard protected, oh and the writing 'prison space craft' was a bit of a giveaway. I peered over to the pilot, a galactic map sat on the spare seat, this stuck me as a bit old school, the map had a line drawn to Cursa.
Great so I'm off to the galactic psychopath convention planet, otherwise known as the most secure prison world in the galaxy.
The thought of ending up in Cursa amused me, a gardener in Cursa.
I didn't much like my home, but Cursa? It looked brilliant, if I could survive the first day I was sure I would have the time of my life...