Doctor who and the Andrix

Chapter 8- Burning hands

"Let's go burn some hands."

Clara dashed to the door with the laser fork in hand. Antoine followed a few steps behind her with his nacarat robe flying behind him. Both people stopped just short of the doors and glanced at each other again.

"Here we go again hey?" Clara said with a faint smile. She didn't show her teeth and her eyes stayed sad, but she continued to smile anyway.

"Do you ever admit when you're not ok?" Antoine asked with a small sad smile of his own.

"No," Clara said with a glimmer of stubbornness. "And I'm not about to start now."

And just like that she flung the doors open with her finger on the button, ready to blast any hands in a split second. Her mounted as she saw no hands at the door. She slowly stepped out of the TARDIS. The road under her foot crunched as she shifted her weight and took a few steps from the door. There were no hands in sight as she let out the breath, she didn't know she was holding. She motioned for Antoine to step out with her and dropped her shoulders. "I was half expecting an ambush but hey, I'm not going to complain," Clara said thankfully.

It was only a moment before Antoine and Clara shared a glance and with a short bob of their heads, they ran back down the alleyway. New hope flourished in Clara's heart as she sped down the road with Antoine. She was going to get the Doctor back soon, and she was positively buzzing about it. She let her mind wander for a few moments while she let her movements become fluid. She tripped and nearly whacked her head on the ground. Antoine, who had been looking at her through the corner of his eye had seen her start to fall. Fortunately caught her before she hit the ground.

"What happened?"

"I- I don't know. I just, tripped I guess?" Clara and Antoine stood up shaking. "We have to start moving, the Doctor could still be out there!"

"Are you sure you can go on?" Antoine questioned caringly.

"Yeah, Yeah I'm fine," Clara said while still in a daze.

At that moment 7 hands sprung out of the mouth of the alleyway. Clara and Antoine who were only a few steps from the mouth saw them immediately. Both backed away slowly as the hands snarled at the pair. The hands were of varying degrees of skin colour and held similar bone structure. Canine teeth were poised to bite and the rest of the teeth visible, were incredibly sharp too. Saliva dripped from the top teeth. The saliva from the canines was tinted green.

"Well great. Just brilliant, thanks for that observation" Clara yelled sarcastically as she took Antoine's elbow and pulled him back up the street.

The hands advanced without hesitation and made small leaps towards the pair.

"The fork. Clara" Antoine said while backing away more. Clara patted herself down as she looked for the fork but could find it anywhere.

"I- I don't have it," Clara whispered in terror.

"What do you mean you don't have it?"

"I mean I don't have it! It was in my hand and now it's not!" Clara scanned the road for something shiny. After a few panicked seconds, "There! It's on the floor there" Clara said while still backing away. The hands were still advancing with dripping teeth. They seemed to sense the terror in Antoine and Clara's hearts while they both watched the fork.

Quickly, Antoine spoke up.

"We have to get the fork" he turned to Clara.

"We don't know if it'll even work" Clara reasoned. It was true, they hadn't been able to test the fork yet.

"Yes, but it's the only weapon we have against these things," Antoine said with . His eyes portrayed fear and hope but his mind was set on one thing, get the fork. Without and more delay he dashed the silver utensil.

He ran at the fork that lay in between the hands and Clara and dashed at the fork on the floor, earning a deep gash in his leg. As soon as he dived 3 hands jumped at him. He reached the fork without a problem and rolled onto his back with it in his hands. Time seemed to slow once again as his eyes widened at the sight of the incoming hand. He reached up to the hand with the fork firmly grasped. He closed his eyes as his thumb pressed the button. 4 lasers shot into the hands as they bounced off them and fell back to the floor. They flew into the lasers and seemed to bounce off them from the contact, resulting in them all bouncing in mid-air and tumbling to the floor over Antoine.

They all landed on their fingers like a cat on its feet. They did a quick retake and started to snarl again. Antoine backed away towards the mouth of the alleyway as the hands were now in between Clara and himself. He turned and saw more behind him. He looked at Clara. Her face was caked with worry and fear for her friend. She couldn't bear to lose him too. Without warning all the hands attacked.

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"Lots of questions Doctor and not many answers. Dear me, how am I ever going to answer them all?"

"I only ask that you tell me where I am, where my friends are, and where Robert is." The Doctor said calmly. His limbs had started to wake up now and he could move his ankle in small circles.

Missy started to pace around the room. Her tall boots making a loud clicking sound that echoed around the room.

"Where are you? Easily answered. You are here. Where's your friends, clearly not here. And Robert? Well, he's comfortable I suppose. And way ruder than you, I didn't think it was possible but here we are. Something ruder than the Doctor himself." She smiled tauntingly again and paced around the room again.

Missy continued to ramble on about something that most likely didn't matter but the Doctor wasn't listening.

"Don't you think? Doctor?" Missy's words came back into focus. "Doctor? Are you even listening to me?"

"Yes... can you repeat that?" He said carelessly. Missy didn't acknowledge the Doctor's uncaring but instead continued to pace around the room. 

Trepidation – fear that something might happen.