When the world burns

Yalti stood silently on top of a building, observing the sun head down and the moon take it's place. A chilly breeze nipped at his t-shirt and a shiver was sent up his spine. He had rented out an abandoned warehouse, for a whole month. A waste of good money but as most of his hunting around for jobs had failed, Yalti thought that there was no point in trying.

He had seen someone die in his arms, Harleen Quinn. And he was still grieving over his brother's death. He finally turned and headed back down the makeshift metal staircase to a secluded area in which he was keeping a hostage. It was an arms dealer he had caught snooping around his 'property.' Although he had given up the fact that he was going after criminals, he had a reputation already. Numerous of times he had been called the 'Jeger', hunter in Norwegian for the fact that he picked up criminals that were under the radar.

The metal door to the room creaked open. Yalti stood there, glancing at the alien with the bag on it's head and how silly it looked.

"The Jeger…" It hissed. "I can taste you in the air…"

"Ooo, very creepy. Just be quiet. I need you to answer me…what were you doing here?"

"I had orders to kidnap you. That's all I am going to say."

Yalti sat opposite it, burying his head in his hands, sighing deeply. He wasn't getting anywhere apart from the fact an arms dealer was out to kidnap him.

"Like my brother…" He whispered, staring at the alien, his eyes expressing many emotions.

With that, he stormed out, half wanting to get his revenge on the people or aliens who had done this to his brother and prove to them that he wasn't an easy target to mess with. He walked to the larger part of the warehouse, in which he let out a scream. It was the first time he had let out his emotions and it felt good to.

"That was my brother!" He screamed, hoping that the alien could hear him. "My only brother!"

He then kicked around, similar to what a five year old would do when throwing a tantrum. It lasted for a good few minutes, by the end of it Yalti's face was red and he could feel a vein throbbing near his temple.

Yalti sat on the floor, breathing in and out but heavily trying to regain control over his composure. This alien was flammable, he could have thought of two ways to get rid of it, risking his life even further.

"I'll deal with you later…" Yalti got back up and went over to the box made into a desk and took a bite of the sandwich he had made for himself earlier that night.

Isabella had been running. Running from Torchwood. Torchwood were still after her and she tried fighting back but ever since her sister's passing, Isabella couldn't stand running much longer... she wanted to be with the rest of her family... up in heaven.

She began to run out of breath from her fast running down a long forest and soon she sighed as she slowly ran to a stop near a warehouse which looked abandoned so she thought she might as well sleep in it for the night. She slowly opened up the warehouse doors and she slowly stepped in, shifting the rucksack off her back as she dropped down and sat on the floor with a small sigh of relief. It was genuinely warm in the warehouse - compared to the outside temperature - and she slowly stood back up and dragged the rucksack along the floor behind her as she looked around. "Hello?" She called out, hoping no one from Torchwood was lurking about to jump her.

Yalti recognized that voice, it was familiar. He stood in the shadows observing her, before clearing his throat and stepping out, the shadows sliding off his features, a beard growing. It was Isabella, Harleen's sister.

"What are you doing here?" He asked, his usual upbeat voice now dry and monotone. "Have a Torchwood problem?"

He paced around, his eyes darting over Isabella's bag. Yalti gave her a small smile and handed her a sandwich, as she looked hungry. He turned and walked back to the entrance of the warehouse and looked around, hearing disgruntled voices fading into the distance.

"It looks as if they are going away, you're safe for now. Make yourself at home. How've you been?"

Yalti walked to the other side of the warehouse and on to the balcony, breathing in the air and cooling his body off. All his clothes were dirty and worn but since selling his store, he couldn't afford to buy any new clothing.

"Torchwood are being a pain..." She sighed before smiling slightly, she was somewhat glad to see a familiar face after a couple of months. She gladly took the sandwich and took a small bite and smiled a little as her tummy was grumbling a little, she was extremely hungry. She watched Yalti walk to the entrance of the warehouse and she smiled slightly. "I... I have been okay. How have you been? You don't seem the best of shape..." She couldn't talk; she had slightly torn clothes but that was from fights and her short sleeve top had shown off her slashed arms.

Isabella sighed as she slowly looked at her arms before finishing off the sandwich Yalti had given her and she followed him to the balcony and she left her rucksack in the warehouse. She glanced at Yalti. "H-how are you... holding up?" She asked him quietly, knowing full well he was hit pretty hard by his brother's death and Isabella felt the same way about her sister's death.

"Two deaths!" He suddenly said, his eyes flaring with the building up anger of the remembrance of his brother's and Harleen's deaths. But it soon went to a simmer when he looked at the cuts on her arm. He walked over to the first aid kit he had scavenged from a crashed space ship nearby and took out a large roll of bandage and handed over to Isabella. "It's hard to keep fit when you're not doing anything but interro--"

He stopped and jerked his head one way and opened the door to the alien. "One of the aliens onboard the ships, they know something that I don't but I am determined to find out what."

Yalti leaned against the doorway, glaring at the silent figure, who was doing nothing but breathing. He was getting irritated and kicked the door frame, quickly shutting the door again.

"Apart from that, been holding up pretty well." He said, sighing.

Isabella jumped slightly when Yalti had his small outburst and she looked down sadly, she knew she shouldn't have asked. She looked up slightly to watch him go towards a first aid kit and she smiled a little as he handed her a bandage and she bandaged up her bad arm. "Thanks." She said quietly, she looked towards the room with the alien in and she looked at it with a small growl emitting from her throat. "Aliens... I hate them." She said angrily before looking away and sighing as Yalti closed the door. "I am sorry for reminding you..." She said with a sad tone as she looked down to the floor. Isabella didn't realize it, but she looked like Harleen with every detail but her eyes were blue like her mother's while Harleen's were brown like their father's.