Searching for clues, Theodore and Lila found more posters littering the walls, some damaged, some barely clinging on, and all saying similar things, Rupert Malone wasn't liked at all in Sanctuary.
People called for his expulsion from the underwater city and all their complaints varied from him being a child killer to someone detrimental to the unity of Sanctuary.
Whoever he was, his number was called by the thirtieth poster, judging by the threats hidden in the huge texts.
"Man, talk about being 'man of the year,' you think he got out?" Lila wondered if this Rupert Malone escaped the lynching that everyone threatened him, seeing how vehemently they're calling for his head in the posters.
Joey Mussolini wasn't too far behind, marrying nine women, and making the other men irate with him depriving them of wives.
Even if all those women consented and happy with the arrangement as Joey Mussolini said so, those men left in the dust weren't going to take it lightly, though, Lila doesn't know the whole story, just what the posters alluded.
Given how many posters there were on the walls, it raised questions about how many people were here, and as Lila glanced around, where they went.
More barnacles growing on the walls and ground, like anthills, some even cascading down from the ceiling in areas, areas with large barnacles collapsed from the weight, leaving gaps, and the barnacles sticking up from the dented ground like an icicle.
Going by more open windows, the duo sees schools of large bioluminescent jellyfish with frilly tentacles floating weightlessly in the blackness.
Like one of those '90s toys that kids stuck multicolored bulbs in a black paper with a light behind it. So bright, they cast a hue, as they slowly moved in the current.
Lila remarks that it wouldn't surprise her that Theodore's able to communicate with jellyfish, before he informed her that he couldn't, they lacked the necessary components, compared to octopi.
Though, he wouldn't mind talking with them, they live forever, as it were, and he'd imagine they'd have stories about their time in the depths below.
"I guess when you put it that way," Lila thoughtfully replied as Theodore made a point, there's stories that nobody knows about, as the story tellers haven't said anything, because they don't speak a language people can understand, or able to articulate at all.
Moving forward in their long trek, the duo found a statue in the plaza of the housing district, destroyed, with the head decapitated. Red paint coated the bronze statue, spelling out in bold lettering.
CHILD KILLER.
Seeing the graffiti, made Lila guess it was for Rupert Malone. The statue made it seem like he was someone important to Sanctuary and the scope of this remained unknown at the time.
Looking at the statue, Theodore saw the marred cuts in the neck, someone went out of their way sawing off the head, wanting to prove a point.
He motioned with his long arm and he led Lila away from the statue, continuing onward to the housing district.
They found a detailed map of all the housing and the people who lived here, the only thing that wasn't waterlogged or marred by barnacles.
Around a hundred people, most couples, and from the look at the advertisements under the glass map, these were well-to-dos with more money than Theodore and Lila ever saw in their entire lives.
"Hold on, you seeing what I'm seeing?" Lila pointed at one of the amenities proclaiming that people living in the housing district's able to have anything brought to them on a whim, no matter the costs.
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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...
