A Normal Day in the Life of Amy Pond

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Amy sat on the stoop, overlooking the people that had congregated in front of the flat next door. She’d been watching them for a few hours at that point. When she had first noticed them, there were only two. Five more arrived, peaking her attention, and she walked outside just to see what was going on. It looked like there were near forty there now. Though that is not the interesting bit, she thought. Her eyes flickered quickly from person to person. They are all just standing there. Each one of them. And they were. They were all standing there, staring into space. They were all faced the same way…but it didn’t seem like they were focused on anything in particular, aside from the flat. Investigate time? Yes, I believe it is. She smiled slightly and slid off the step, pulling her phone out of her pocket at the same time. She shot a text to Rory, speaking aloud as she typed. “Gone to investigate. If I don’t come back, there is chicken in the fridge. Send!” She sent the text to her husband, then stopped. Good God, Amy! That was cold. Even for you, she thought. It had been meant as a joke, but she knew how Rory would take it. She sent another. “Sorry. I love you and your stupid face. I’ll be home. Send”
She looked at the group of people again and stalked quietly towards them. She came up behind them and screamed. It was the longest scream she had ever mustered, yet they never turned to face her, or even registered that anything had happened. She walked through the crowd and started bumping elbows, hooking arms, and occasionally holding hands with the people all while chanting random phrases. “Hey! How ya doin’? How’s it going? Gone round to the shops lately? There’s supposedly a pink cat running around the block.”
She made it to the front of the crowd and grabbed the person closest to her by the shoulders and looked them in the eyes, still not able to break their reverie. “Hello? My name’s Amy. Amy Pond. I’m from right over there.” She tried talking to the person, not getting any reaction from them, still. Alright then. Enough with the pleasantries. She shook the man and yelled, “WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!” At that, the man’s eyes flicked to hers. He sniffed. Well, finally, she thought. Then all the people in the crowd collapsed. Amy pressed herself against the wall in horror, silently hoping for someone, anyone, to come along.

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Blue stuck his hands in his pockets. On a normal day, he wouldn't be anywhere close to this side of town – his flat was on the other side. His bank was on the other side. But he had felt a curious emotion that he had heard of but never experienced before – nostalgia? Regret? Whatever humans called, the Djinn didn't like it very much. Mattie had lived here. Blue exhaled softly, wondering why that stupid human had captured his dumb metaphorical heart. He shrugged it off, deciding to just look at the flat they had shared, and then he would walk away.

He ducked back into an alley, shifting into a cat. He stretched briefly, then continued his way to the flat. Blue passed by a rather large group of people and a woman with bright red hair. He ignored them – or, at least, he tried to ignore them, but the woman screamed. Blue jumped, his claws out defensively and a hiss in her general direction. None of the others were startled.

He tilted his head, walking over to the group and sitting on the stoop, watching as the girl shook and screamed at them. Amy Pond. A curious name, but he didn't have a name, so who was he to judge? And, judging from her accent, she was Scottish.

“WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!”

Oh, now she had done it. The people collapsed, and she pressed herself against a wall. He advanced, observing them. The eyes were still open, the pupils were expanded despite the sun shining on them.

“Do you know them, Amy Pond?” he asked, flicking his tail as he continued to examine the human. He bit the human's arm, not stopping until the iron taste of human blood infiltrated. He pulled back, annoyed that the human's heart hadn't so much as fluttered.

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Amy stayed pressed against the outside of the building, fear and confusion clouding her mind at the sight of the group of people dropping to the ground. Oh, God. What did I do? I think I’ve killed them, she thought frantically. Then she noticed, their eyes are still open. Maybe there is a chance? Amy pushed off from the wall and took a deep, calming breath. Wait for Rory. See what he thinks. She took one step then heard, “Do you know them, Amy Pond?” She yelped, surprised. Shit! I’ve been caught! She looked toward the voice…and saw no one. She slapped her hand to her forehead, Yes, Amy. This is a greeeeat time to hallucinate, she growled to herself. She let her hand fall to her side and she spied a cat walking through the people that had just fallen.
A cat. A CAT. A c a t just talked to me. The hell?...A cat!! Amy stood staring at the cat and tried to let what the cat said sink in. N-no. Not really. I…I-I may have seen them about, but I d-don’t know them personally. No. Amy rambled on, recovering slightly at the end. Such a weird day, she thought and let her eyes flicker back towards the cat walking through the pile of people at her feet. She watched the cat bite one of the people, and noticed that there was no reaction at all. She sank to her knees and poked the man that met her gaze earlier, then felt for a pulse. Maybe I’m not doing it right, she thought as she observed that she also felt nothing. They were alive moments ago. They can’t just be dead now. C’mon Amy. You’ve seen Rory do this hundreds of times. Two fingers on the neck…eyes on the watch. You know, forget the watch. I just need to know if they are still pumping blood.
Amy lowered her head and took a deep breath. Alright, kiddo. Let’s do this, she urged herself, already expecting the worst. She placed her fingers on the man’s neck like she had seen her husband do so many times in the past and cleared her mind. C’mon, man! Please! “Oh, my God. Did I really do this? She shook her head, trying hard not to cry, just out of fear. She quickly and quietly pulled herself together and looked towards the cat who was still examining the bodies. She sniffed. “Well, fluffy…we are certainly in a pickle.”

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Blue watched as the girl looked around, trying to place the voice. The cat's mouth twitched into a smile, which looked more like a fierce baring of the teeth. He looked back down, continuing his inspection of the humans. It wasn't his problem if the Scottish woman didn't bother looking down to find him. He sighed, narrowing his eyes at them studiously. He could feel the human's energy, but there was something else there. He hadn't sensed it before in his life – something old, yes, but something new. It was different, and it was intriguing. Blue looked back towards Amy.

She finally seemed to have realized that the voice was coming from him. “N-no,” she replied finally. Blue sat down, waiting for her to finish patiently. “That's fine,” he told her, trying to comfort her a little. He walked closer to her, walking over the piles of human. He couldn't blame her for being thrown off – sometimes he forgot that humans weren't accustomed to their pets talking back. Blue walked closer to her. They were definitely alive – he could hear their breath, and feel their energy. He put his head against one of theirs, trying to concentrate on delving into their mind. Something was blocking. He took a step back.

“Well, fluffy...we are certainly in a pickle.”

Blue shifted to his human form, sitting cross-legged at her feet. “I don't think so,” he responded. He ran a hand through his hair. “Amy Pond, what do all of these humans have in common?” he asked, standing. He placed his hands behind his back, raising both eyebrows at her. “Look. And I mean really look.”

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After the pickle comment, Amy let out a short giggle. Talking to random animals now, are we? she thought to herself. She closed her eyes and sucked a breath in through her nose and released it in a big huff out her mouth, blowing her bangs from her face. Dropping her chin to her chest, she opened her eyes…and saw this young man sitting cross legged in front of her. It took a second for it to register, but a second later it hit her. He wasn’t there earlier… she thought to herself. Her hand flew to her mouth as a scream escaped her and she backed hard into the wall, hitting her head. “Uuugh…” she groaned and blinked furiously, then took another look at the guy at her feet. His dark eyes seeming to survey everything around himself and his unruly hair that is kind of standing up on his head. She bit her lip as a small smile formed and she felt her eyes turn sultry. Mmhmm. Not too bad, fluffy man…not too bad at all!
Her eyes started wandering further down to his chest when he began to speak and it knocked her out of her reverie quite quickly. “I don’t think so.” Her brow furrowed in confusion. “Huh? Don’t think…what? What?” She thought back, getting past the clouding that entered her brain when she cracked it on the wall. Something about pickles. I need pickles? The man began talking once more. “Amy Pond, what do all of these humans have in common?” Him saying her name again helped clear the brain fog a bit more, and she listened to what he saying more closely. “Look. And I mean really look.”
Amy nodded and bit her nail. She looked at the bodies. Not moving, but that’s obvious. I can’t find a pulse, but I’m not sure I could even find on me…and I know that I am still alive. Again, obvious. What is he seeing?! Amy looked hard at the bodies on the ground. She walked between them. She went to the middle of the group and dropped the her knees, examining even harder. She poked the ones closest to her then got up and kicked the one in front of her while turning back to the man. She stamped her foot and whined to herself, then met the man’s eyes. She felt her eyes watering up. Don’t you start the water works, Pond! “I don’t know! I have no clue!” She took a breath and calmed herself slightly. “Please, please , tell me. Let me know what you are seeing that I cannot.

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Was he consorting with a madwoman? Blue looked at her critically, wondering why the hell she was giggling in such a situation. He shook his head, deciding not to question her. He prepared to get to his feet when she let out a muffled scream. Blue looked up, alarmed, just in time to see her slam her head against a wall. He rose to his feet, staring at her with wide brown eyes. It was very intriguing to watch this woman take his shifting in stride – he’d had a master once that forbade him to do it because it unnerved him so. A smile pulled at his lips. The woman was releasing pheromones that perhaps wouldn’t have been perceivable to a human, but the Djinn blushed and looked away.

Humans.

Feeling a little self-conscious of his form, he ran a hand through his hair. Concentrate, Blue, he chided himself, returning to observing the humans. “How hard did you hit your head?” he asked, raising an eyebrow with a smirk of his own. But she proceeded to look, to her credit. Perhaps it was unfair to expect a human to have the cognitive functions and interplane sight of a Jinn, but Blue remained silent, watching her politely.

“I don’t know! I have no clue!” Blue took a step back from the frustrated Scottish woman, startled. “Please, please, tell me. Let me know what you are seeing that I cannot.”

His eyebrows furrowed at her choice of words, but he shrugged it off. Humans spoke strangely, so who was he to judge the sentence structure of a Scottish woman with a possible concussion? He shrugged his shoulders and gave her a half-smile. “Well, to see, you have to shut your eyes,” he explained, lifting her hands and covering her eyes. Now, perhaps it was just cheating to make her feel better about himself (after all, he hated when human females were upset), but he gave her a small jolt of Jinn energy. He lowered her hands.

“Do you see it now?” he asked. If all had gone well, Amy would be able to make out a wisp of smoke on their head. She wouldn’t be able to see it as clearly as Blue, but there was a shadowy creature on each of their heads. Their teeth were attached to their head, leaving faint tooth-shaped indentations on their head. The little creatures were all joined by a single tail.

Blue tilted his head and waved a hand through the closest creature. “The real question is why it didn’t attack you,” he said, looking at her curiously. “I’m not on the menu because I’m not human. But you, Amy Pond?” Blue tilted his head.