13 Novella 2

Experiment

TW: torture

Your eyes open unwillingly and you try desperately to ground yourself.

A self fulfiling prophecy, your panic surrounding what is happening only increases your heart rate.

You wince as you try to move. You are standing almost vertically against a metal bed, ankles and wrists bound down. The green half light is slightly ethereal and you are completely alone.

You are forewarned of someone arriving as one of the Silurians wearing a white apron emerges from the shadows, wielding a needle. You hold your breath as he approaches, crying out as he finally sticks the needle silently in your upper arm.

It doesn't hurt too much, but you almost instantly feel vulnerable. Your brain feels loose and sloppy, and your concentration is slipping, letting your guard down.

"Very good" he comments before backing off slightly.

"Please don't do this" you slur quietly as he picks up another instrument.

"It's all in the name of science, you are an incredible phenomenon, it would be a missed opportunity not to study you."

"But you plan to do more than observe" you say fully.

"Well we will do what is necessary to reach the source of your foresight." He confirms. Dread floods your body as panic rises again.

You start as he attaches wires to your temples, flinching at the cold lizard touch, giving you brief foresight of what he planned to do next. He gives a sympathetic smile then returns to his station.

"Please..." you repeat, this time to no answer.

That's when you feel external images pour into your mind from the wires.

You are standing at Abi's grave, you are looking down at Jenny's lifeless body, and now seeing yourself strapped on a medical table, then Jay approaching you in your bedroom, and him touching Abi the way no 13 year old girl should be touched, and now The Tardis flying away without you.

You shriek in agony at the mental pain but nothing ceases.

Minutes stretch far longer than they should as pictures of grief and fear and pain appear before you eyes, drowning everything in a suffocating coat of snow; trauma, past, present and future.

You watch your world erupt in flames, you watch Jenny die over and over again, you watch as your own body is touched by strange men.

You vomit several times from the agony, but still nothing stops.

You sweat and shake and scream but no one comes.

You wish for the sweet mercy of death but it is not granted.

Multiple times you lose consciousness, only to be thrown back into hell immediately afterwards.

Until at long last there is a burst of electricity, and the wires cut off the images. Your head lolls uselessly and you retch dryily.

You don't fight to remain conscious, but somehow you fail to go under the surface of the water. Vaguely you hear scratching and typing and the hum of machinery, but you don't care.

All you want is to leave this place, dead or alive, you can't tell which is preferable.

There is no way you could ever move on from this.

You are giving up when the lighting changes from lime green to deep crimson. You can see it behind your eyelids.

An alarm is sounding somewhere far off, and you are slightly disappointed that your death would likely now be due to fire, prolonged and painful.

Footsteps pound past the door, and if you had any strength you would yell for help. You can barely create thoughts, let alone speech. Your muscles feel beaten and retired, and your heart is aching from the emotional abuse. You screw your eyes up against the migraine.

"She's in here!" Someone calls from the other side of the door, and you hear it slide open. There is a dull thud as someone crumples to the floor, and judging by the masculine grunt of pain, it was the Silurian.

"Shit what have they don't to her" someone says in horror but you can't respond, not until you feel someone else's hands close gently around your face.

You are hit with an image of what you look like from
The Doctor's point of view, and it's really not pretty.

"They tortured her" someone says in disbelief and there is a sudden silence.

Your eyes fly open and you let out a terrified snarl that turns threatening and feral. They remove their hands, and you miss what they say next over the thumping of your heart.

"Shh it's ok my love we're getting you out" someone else says, tugging at the straps "Doctor sonic them!"

You hear the sonic whir and feel the straps release.

Your body has every intention of falling into Jenny's arms but you turn at the last second and fall past her, straight onto your knees.

"Doctor!" Yaz calls and someone lowers them self next to you. You squeak, terrified and scurry away until you hit a wall, blinking furiously to try and desperately gain some perspective.

"(Y/n) it's over now, we're not going to hurt you" says The Doctor steadily over the wails of the alarm.

You cover your head with your hands and she straightens up.

"I'm sorry but we haven't got time for this. Jenny pick her up if you have to, we need to get out of here" says The Doctor, and you feel arms enclose around you. You fight them off, screaming in terror until they release you.

"Doctor she won't let me touch her!" Calls Jenny urgently.

"Oh for the love of God, fine" someone else says quickly, and you feel the warm fingers of Missy tap you gently on the forehead.

You ascend immediately and anti-climatically into darkness.