Going through the quiet London streets, the fog rolling in, giving the torches a blooming effect as the fog sat in the streets, pushing outward.
In some areas, the fog thick enough that it looked like a wall, seemingly immovable, and when people go through the wall, they become enveloped in the thick fog. Unable to see what's in front of them, impossible for them to see even their own hands, and in some areas, the foggy walls proved dangerous, with sharp turns and steep hills.
The sounds of feet pattering against the cobbled roads, echoed throughout the empty streets, not even a carriage out.
With areas controlled by different gangs, it's not surprising that roads cease at night, unless there's an explicit reason.
Following Kira's lead, as she walked ahead of Theodore and Lila, Theodore reached out to Al, asking him how he's handling Annika, before telling him what Annika is, and hoped he'd have better luck on finding information now that he knew what she is exactly.
The TARDIS answered, saying that he's keeping Annika preoccupied. He managed to convince her that Kira's still inside the house, imitating her to the best of his advantage, allowing them time, and that he's watching for any movements.
When told about the species, tryannus, Al went to work.
Despite the rust on the conductor coils, the TARDIS pulled through, saying that the species, tryannus, helped inspire mythologies from Greek and beyond, due to their height and immense strength.
They used their status immensely, some interbred with humans, giving rise of the myths for demigods, since they'd also have strength of their parent, but change wasn't far behind, and soon the species found themselves in peril.
Al found that the species died out at the start of the industrial revolution, due to clashes with humans who weren't swayed by myths anymore and the remaining unable to hide from encroaching humans expanding beyond their previous encampments.
They lost to the humans they once lorded over because of the advancement in technology and shift in culture.
Strength meant nothing when humans have access to machine guns and explosives.
Once touted as demigods, the offsprings of tryannus and humans, ended up dying in droves from purges.
Tryannus, unable to withstand the barrage, felled to the agile of time.
Their name stripped from the records and disposed of, no one knowing of their existence, and whatever they might've known, gone to the ether.
Except for Annika.
Surviving in the coldest parts of Russia, fending for herself, taking advantage of the remote villages, and then some.
Only when the tide started changing against her, did it force her out, too, and Al suggested that the reason she's in London's her attempting at reestablishing the tryannus name.
That's why she didn't hide from them, she wanted them to know what she is, to fear her, and while that's a tall order, Theodore pointed out that there's no chance of that happening.
Annika's bound having every gang member at her door with weapons at the ready before long, out of fear of what she is, and removing a possible threat to their bottom line.
"And the children?" Theodore wondered what Annika planned with them hadn't they perished from natural causes. They're human, she wouldn't be able to do much with them as such, even if they lived into adulthood.
Al didn't know for sure, but he doubted it's because she yearned for motherhood. He noted that tryannus live a considerable long time, she'll inevitably outlive every child she kidnapped.
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The Bizarre Adventures of Doctor Who
FanfictionIt's never easy stepping into the shoes of the Doctor-more when you're his son-and so, begins the tale of Theodore Levy Smith. The son of the Doctor. Or specifically, his second son. His father's the progenitor of the title and it'd seem that the ti...
