DOCTOR WHO: The Odd Life of Nova Sue--PART 2: Discovering

Chapter 13: Escape

Madame Kovarian has seemingly returned. Will Nova and Jack be able to escape her clutches?

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"Who?" Jack frowns at me. He then follows my gaze to Kovarian up on the balcony, overlooking everyone. "Her?"

"Who else?" I growl. There's literally nobody worse in the entire universe (at least that I know of) than Madame Kovarian. Who else would be callous enough to take an innocent child and raise the child into a psycho-killer? I can't imagine a worse deed than this.

"I dunno," Jack shrugs. "Never seen her before. Who is she?"

"Madame Kovarian. She leads the Silence—Vokanari, whatever."

"'Kovarian'... Wait, that name sounds familiar. You accused me of working with someone who went by that name. I take it that's her, and she's bad news?"

I scoff. "Oh, the worst of the worst. She's the reason why I'm here...at least, I'm pretty sure she is. No doubt she falsely accused me for murder and had me sent here as a way to keep me from escaping her this time." Of course Kovarian had arranged the entire murder and made sure that I would be blamed and sent to this prison specifically, knowing it'd be impossible to escape the prison with trackers in the inmates' bodies that allow the guards to know where everyone is at all times. The guards always knew where I was, regardless of where I hid, which meant that there was really nowhere for me to hide. "Now she's here for me. She's trying to draw me out; that's why she had everyone gather here. Just like last time." This statement instantly makes me think of the 'mandatory meeting' at the Silence base, except then there were no trackers. Here, there are, which would make it a gazillion times easier for Kovarian to find me; all she'd have to do is ask the guards, and they'd point her straight to me in an instant. I take a step back, a small wave of fear suddenly washing over me. "She can't find me here. She'll force me onto their side again; force me to kill Dad again. I refuse to do that." But then a split second later, that fear is replaced with anger. "The only person I want to kill is her. She needs to pay for what she did to us. For what she's done to me my whole life!"

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" Jack asks hesitantly. "You just said you didn't want her to find you."

But I don't care. Not anymore. "No," I say, changing my mind, "I want her to find me. I want her to pay for what she did to us. I want her to see the anger in my eyes when I kill her." I don't care if this version of Kovarian is another Flesh Avatar. I'm willing to kill her as many times as it takes until the real Kovarian is killed, and I never plan to stop.

Jack begins pulling me back as he says, "Okay, that's definitely not a good idea. I have a better idea, and that's to get you back to your dad. We can worry about this 'Kovarian' chick another day. Let's focus on getting out of here for now. I've already got an idea to—"

"Greetings, galactic warlords," Kovarian begins speaking out to the crowd, "cold-blooded murderers, destroyers of worlds, and other various foul-smelling imbeciles..." At this, I can't help but snort at her joke, which I chastise myself for immediately after, thinking it's wrong to laugh at an enemy's joke.

Kovarian continues her speech. "I know this isn't the normal sort of announcement that many of you were expecting, but I can assure you that the wardens gave me permission to speak above you and in person. I am well aware that many of you don't know me and are curious as to the reasoning for my presence. I am known as Madame Kovarian, and I am here to offer you a chance of freedom."

I glance around at the other inmates who mutter to each other, wondering if Kovarian's promise for their freedom is legit. Not really, I scoff in my head, unless you want to forget everything about your previous lives and become even more deadly killers than you already are. Then again, this may be exactly what most of these people want. I overhear a couple of inmates snort at the idea, thinking that their so-called 'freedom' comes with a catch.