The Club At The End Of The Universe: Doctor Who FanFiction

Scene Three: Take Away The Toys

"Then I need my Tardis!" The Doctor cried. "I need my sonic!"

"We won't fall for your tricks and delusions again, Doctor!" scoffed the Architect. "That may work on the simple-minded enemies you so easily trod all over, but you will not fool us. Nor will you escape. You will either follow our orders, or you will never step inside your Tardis again!"

The room darkened as the grand Architect consulted her terminal. The Doctor watched her helplessly, every fiber of his being wanted to scream at her, his breaths becoming almost like an anxiety attack. He could feel the Tardis was apart from him, and he was as worried as she was.

The Shadow Architect took no notice of The Doctor's looming eyes on her. She activated her terminal screen, and a glow of light came from a projector on the side.

"Your target... has no name... only an alias... The Lotus."

"The Lotus?"

A flash of blue light shot out of the projector next to the terminal, projecting the shape of a woman in the middle of the room in a bright baby blue light, bouncing off the tanned face of the Doctor and the pale Shadow Architect.

The Doctor reached into his waistcoat pocket with his cuffed hands, and pulled out his pair of light turtle spectacles. He put them on and squinted his eyes, gazing at the woman shown to him.

The hologram of the woman stood slightly shorter than that of the Shadow Architect. She stood, the picture of her had her eyes looking past the Doctor. She looked, almost like an adolescent child, her skin, clumped, lumpy and spotty, her dark, black eyes, shrouded by fearful, thin black eyebrows on hazel skin.

Her face was almost covered by her long brown braided hair with grey and blackened ends that looked like they had been scorched into cinder along with a layer of dust and dirt on her shoulders.

She wore a dirty, rusty, bullet ridden chest plate with holes and dents along with chainmail sleeves. Around her waist, she wore a black leather belt, and The Doctor spotted the shape of a holster on her hip. He frowned.

Along with that, she wore dark silver trouser bottoms that sparkled in the light, with heeled shoes which were a wash with bright purple and  blue. As the blue projection twitched and glitched, her eyes switched position. She was now looking straight at The Doctor.

"So young," he said.

"You recognize her?" The Architect asked the Doctor.

"No."

The Architect blinked for a moment. She squinted her eyes and watched The Doctor look at the image.

"Alright, what is she accused of?" he asked, looking back at her. He noticed a hint of color coming into her cheeks.

The Architect swallowed, and stopped for a moment. "She... she is... accused of..."

The corner of The Doctor's lip turned up. "Yes?"

The Architect closed her eyes. "...Drugging and... robbing high ranking members of the Directory."

The Doctor exploded into ruckus laugher, his wide grin gleaming in the blue light.

"Oh-ho-ho! That can't be a good look! The fancy shadow proclamation? Their directors are dirty-"

"-Enough!" The Architect snapped.

The Doctor chuckled, his face beaming. He looked up at the hologram, and titled his head. He then realized what the Architect wanted from him as he looked at the image of the young woman.

"You want me to kill her, don't you?" his smile had disappeared.

"Well...yes!" scoffed the Architect, in obnoxious tone. "What else do you expect-"