The Girl of Colours (Book TWO)

Strong and Running Away

3 months. I spent 3 month hiding in America. Oh, this was taking too long, for both things... But I finally picked up the TARDIS in my colours, and got there as fast as possible, to find dad and River outside the TARDIS, looking at a Saturn V rocket on a launch pad. "Apollo 11's your secret weapon?" The woman asked incredulously, as I skidded to a halt in my Impala. The funny thing was, Crowley was still there.

"No, no. It's not Apollo 11. That would be silly. It's Neil Armstrong's foot."

"Dad! That doesn't make sense!" I shouted, running into the TARDIS as they went back inside. I was the only one they never found. "Hello, I'm not hidden, I don't have a perception filter."

River looked over at you. "Callie, we know you're there. Nice one on finding us." Why was she drying her hair? "Doctor, what are you doing?"

He was too busy jabbing something into Crowley's palm to be paying attention. "Ow!"

"Ha. So, three months." Dad grinned. "What have we found out?"

"Well, they are everywhere. Every state in America. Ahh." Cue Rory being jabbed in the hand.

I shook my head, having stolen a plane and gone global. "Not just America, the entire world."

River nodded, hiding behind with me. He was not getting near us. "There's a greater concentration here, though."

"Ow!" That was Amy, and he paused to talk to her for a moment as I held my stomach, feeling sick again.

"So you've seen them, but you don't remember them."

I raised an eyebrow at the King Of Hell, and reminded myself to take a selfie with him for Sarah Jane. We were far too addicted to that show... "You've seen them, too. That night at the warehouse, remember? While you were pretending to hunt us down, well, you'd have needed a millennia to have ever caught me, we saw hundreds of those things. We still don't know what they look like."

Rory nodded, holding his wife for the first time in months. I missed Luke so much... "It's like they edit themselves out of your memory as soon as you look away. The exact second you're not looking at them, you can't remember anything."

"Sometimes you feel a bit sick, though, but not always." Yeah, that wasn't why I was sick.

Crowley nodded, reasoning it out as I took out my long white and brown hair. I looked demonic now, with how pale I was. "So that's why you marked your skin."

"Only way we'd know if we'd had an encounter." And why I was coated more than most people. More countries, faster moving.

"How long have they been here?"

Amy shrugged. "That's what we've spent the last three months trying to find out."

Her husband nodded. "Not easy, if you can't remember anything you discover."

"How long do you think?"

Dad looked up, sneaking up to River and I, before I moved. "As long as there's been something in the corner of your eye, or creaking in your house, or breathing under your bed, or voices through a wall. They've been running your lives for a very long time now, so keep this straight in your head. We are not fighting an alien invasion, we're leading a revolution. And today, the battle begins."

Crowley frowned. "How?"

"Like this." He got River, because she hadn't seen him "Nanorecorder. Fuses with the cartilage in your hand." He injected himself, and went for me, but I held up orange hands. No way in hell, not a chance with needles. "And it tunes itself directly to the speech centres in your brain. It'll pick up your voice, no matter what. Telepathic connection. So, the moment you see one of the creatures, you activate it, and describe aloud exactly what you're seeing." His hand repeated that last part. "Callie, it's non optional, because the moment you break contact, you're going to forget it happened. The light will flash if you've left yourself a message. You keep checking your hand if you've had an encounter. That's the first you'll know about it."