Doctor who and the Andrix

Chapter 9- oh shoot

Antoine turned and shot the hands coming from behind him and they flew backwards. The hands on his other side however were free to bite. As the first one reached Antoine it bit at his shins. Antoine closed his eyes and waited for the pain that downed the Doctor. It was a few seconds before he realised something was wrong. When that hand bit the Doctor the effects were immediate. Why had they failed to bite him? HE opened his eyes again and looked at Clara. His heart dropped. The hand he had originally blasted were advancing on her again. She was pale as she took several steps backwards.

Antoine threw the laser fork at her in desperation to save the only friend he had. He didn't want to part with the only one who had helped him when he needed it. Luckily, Clara caught the fork without a problem and started to wave it at the hands. They didn't stop. After a few more steps Clara simply shot them again. This time the hands did absorb the lasers instead they let the laser go right through them. As the laser came out the back of the hands they started to flake away like shredded paper in the wind. It took only a split second for the hand to fully disappear.

Antoine breathed a small sigh of relief. They were gone. Clara stepped to the side as 4 more hands were blasted mid strikeout of the air and disappeared the same as the others. Clara let out a small breath as she let her posture fall. Her shoulders dropped and she let her grip on the fork ease. Now they were safe.

"Thanks again," Antoine said thankfully.

"Don't mention it after all you're the one who got it?" Clara said, still breathing heavily. Antoine had gratitude written all over his face as he closed the distance between the mouth of the alleyway and himself. Clara came up behind him and after a quick smile refocused herself on the mission.

"Well, at least we know it works," said Antoine, gesturing to the metal instrument. "Now let's go find the Doctor," Antoine called behind him as he jogged over to the spot where the Doctor once stood. Clara shook her head in disbelief before following Antoine out to the middle of the main road. Usually, it was her and the Doctor taking control, who would have thought, Antoine. The great inventor of the single-lens microscope from over 400 years ago, helping the Doctor in 2008. It just seemed wrong to Clara, but it was just Deja vu for Clara now.

The pair both stood in the middle of the road. All the double story houses had barricaded doors and windows and you could see all the humans staring out the windows and onto the street. One of them yelled out through a window.

"Hey dude, you okay? Your leg looks busted!" Clara looked in horror when she realised that Antoine had a huge gash along his leg. His robes had been torn from his attempt to get the fork and he hadn't realised that it had torn his skin as well. Blood dripped from top to bottom and small patches of red blood had formed on the ground where he stood. Everyone watching drew a long breath in and waited for Antoine's response.

He turned to Clara who was mortified by his leg. He then looked at all the frightened people in the window staring down at him with worry. His gaze shifted to the leg that he was standing on without a problem.

"But I don't..." He started. He glanced at the people in their houses. "It doesn't... " another look at Clara confirmed it. He should be in horrible agony. Her face was full of worry, but her eyes held curiosity. Why was he not on the floor? Surely a scrape like that hurt, a lot. Something was wrong. "Why doesn't it hurt?" He stared into her eyes and knew deep down that something was very wrong. Why couldn't he feel the pain that he should be in? And how is he still standing?

"What do you mean why doesn't it hurt?" Clara asked sceptically as she bent down and tore some more of Antoine's rode and tied it just above the cut, taking care not to touch it. She tied the fabric tightly to slow down the blood flow.

"I mean that it doesn't hurt. Why? Why am I not in pain? Clara?" Without hesitation, she pulled out the 4 worded letter Antoine had handed her from the Doctor and passed it to Antoine. He took it carefully and started to unfold it. Clara looked blank as he unfolded the last corner.

Antoine's face fell. He re-read the note at least 10 times before he finally took it in. It slipped out of his hand and onto the floor. The words were echoing through his brain as the note fluttered in the air like a butterfly down to the ground where it lay words down.

Antoine stood deadly still, disbelief covered his face. He searched for a reasonable answer, but he couldn't find one. "No, no, no, no, no. That can't be right. That's not possible. How?" The words seemed to rock the world beneath his feet. "How is that possible?" He asked again, with a failed attempt at being calm. Clara grabbed the note. The words filled both of their ears.

"I don't know," Clara said without missing a beat "but I believe that we can figure it out. I'm sure if we find who the hands called 'Miss' can tell us."

"Ok, let's go then," Antoine said with a sceptical look on his face. Clara nodded and turned away and yelled at the houses.

"don't worry, I have given him pain killers. We will tell you when we fix this all, please do not leave your house." A murmur of okays filled the silence and with that Clara and Antoine ran down the street to find the Doctor.