Rose Returns

Cato

__Rose's POV__

Cato slowly crept towards me and Martha, meanwhile The Doctor was on the other side of Cato. Cato pulled out his hands and cracked his knuckles like you would see in a modern film. He started speaking, "Doctor, are these yours?"

I thought he was rather menacing, but I also thought he looked relatively familiar. He kept speaking but all I could do was try to remember where I've seen him before. Martha grabbed my hand, and I flew out of my thoughts to see a look of sheer terror on her face, and all she could do was stand here and squeeze my hand. As I had been very jealous of her and didn't want to admit how good a person she had been, I decided she was only scared because she was a wimp.

I went back to thinking, but what I didn't realize was what Cato had just said. I lit up like a Christmas tree, as I had figured out who both Cato and Katniss were. I knew who Cato looked like. He looked like Alexander Ludwig. Not a very popular actor, but he played a teenage blond boy in a movie series I used to obsess over. The Hunger Games, Catching Fire, and the Mockingjay Parts 1-1234567890, although I call to mind the fact that he died in the very first movie out of all 1234567892. I wondered how I had not figured him out before, but I guess you don't have much time for your fandoms when you're on the TARDIS fighting aliens and learning new facts about the universe.

This whole time, I had been spacing out. I finally focused my attention on what was in front of me, and I saw My Doctor, My Lovely Funny Intelligent Precious Doctor, bound in a wooden box sort of thing. It was such a simple trap, but it was too heavy for the scrawny alien to lift and the sonic couldn't move wood. The box looked like it was literally just trees folded around each other too tightly. I couldn't blame Cato, I mean, what else can you use in the forest cut off from civilization?

Cato was only inches away from Martha and I, who were standing shoulder to shoulder by now. He leaned in toward my face and asked, "Which one of you is least important?" I looked at Martha, and her at me. I decided to go for it, and I said, "Me. I am not worth anything. Come through me for any and all problems you have with The Doctor and........Maybelle." I didn't think it would hurt for Cato to know Martha's name, but the less he knew, the better.

"Okay. Good. Good. So, what's your name?"

Since I was about to die, I figured I had nothing to lose, "Rose Tyler. I-" He immediately cut me off, 'That's it. That's all I need to know." Cato then stepped back, leaving a suspicious silence in his wake. Before I had time to look at what The Doctor was doing, Cato started speaking again.

"What is it with you people? Why are all you women named after plants? Rose? Rue? Primrose? Katniss? Jesus! Three of you are just named after flowers!! What is wrong with all of you?"

All Cato was trying to do was distract us. By the time I gave up on trying to understand what he was trying to say about names, he was already back up in Martha and thine faces. He put his hands on my neck. He said, "Since you told me that you were the least important, you must be the one willing to die. And I know you are all the 'herpes' type of people, so those two won't want you dead." He nodded over to The Doctor and Martha, "So, let's kill the other one. She must be of value, if you want to save her so badly."

Cato moved his hands to 'Maybelle's' neck, and just as I started to scream at him, her jerked his arm. Dead. Martha was dead. And he wasn't going to stop there. He moved over and rested his hands on my neck yet again. I heard nothing from The Doctor. What the hell could he be doing? Alas, Cato was in my way to see. Cato said, "Night night, little flower." And he snapped my neck in two. I died. Me and Martha were dead, and I never found out what The Doctor was doing.