RUN

Enjoy Hell

Hmmm. I've done so many Doctor P.O.V's, that I guess Clara isn't the main character anymore. Oh well. :-P

Doctor's P.O.V

It's like walking into a nightmare. Dr. Keller and two nurses stand above Clara, holding her down while she thrashs. I push in between the two nurses. Clara has her eyes squeezed tightly closed and is whimpering nonstop. The tube that was snaked down her throat lays bloody on her white bed sheets, completely torn out. Oh dear. I grasp her balled hand in mine.

"Clara it's okay. It's okay," my voice cracks. I can stand seeing her like this, in so much pain.

"Dooccttter," she gurgles, fresh blood spilling out of her mouth and down her chin. Her body jurks almost knocking off the nurses and Dr.Keller's hold on her arms and legs.

"What do we do Dr. Keller?" The blond on asks. Her heart monitor's fast beeps echo loudly in my ear matching the sound of my hearts.

"We need to restrain her first, then assess the damage done to her throat. She's in shock and needs to be calmed down."

"Clara I'm here, I'm back. Look at me Clara! I know you can hear me please look me." Her head shakes.

"Can't... stop... you... help," she gasps.

"What can I do? How can I help you?" I strain desperately. Something else is going on with her. She literally looks like she's fighting for her life. The blond haired nurse comes back in with restraints and starts to apply them to her ankles.

"Doctor... why"she sucks in a long breath then starts to choke on her own blood. I'm crying and gasping so hard. I'm losing her.

"Don't just stand there DO SOMETHING!" I roar at Dr. Keller. He jumps back letting go of Clara's arm. And at that moment Clara opens her eyes. But they are not her eyes. They are gold and red, alive and burning. In an instant I'm slammed into the wall, the dry wall crumbling on impact. My head explodes with sharp pain and my vision fades in and out. I raise my head with a groan to see Clara snap the neck of one of the nurses and drop her. She falls like a rag doll, her head awkwardly rung to one side. I clutch my chest and in awful wheeze escapes my dry lips. The wall length window is shattered letting in a gust of wind. I don't even have to imagine why; I can hear the screams of people below surrounding a dead body... or two. I look up at Clara who is watching me with a pleased look on her face. I recoil in pain. What happened to her? Why is she doing this?

"Oh no no no Doctor. Remember what you promised? That you would never look at me in fear again." She crotches down beside me, blood staining the front of her gown. Her face is pale and dark swollen circles underlines her wild eyes, her dark hair swaying in the breeze. I take her all in scarcely believing this vicious animal is the girl I fell in love with. She crawls closer and I freeze like prey trapped by the predator. She's just inches away now. Then she tilts her head and hungrily presses her lips against mine. Even though I know I shouldn't, she's still Clara and I still love her. I kiss her back pretending that she's still my Clara, even through the saltly thick taste of blood on her lips and her nails digging into my forearms. A sick but pleasurable feeling stirs in me. And I gasp when she pulls away, looking me straight in the eye with her abnormal ones.

"You should have let me die," she whispers, and for a moment I see her. The Clara she used to be, the Clara she still is. "Because now I have to kill you." Or not. Somewhere in the hallway an alarm sounds. I hear someone walk through the door and Clara is up in an instant. Whoever it is screams, then stops. A moment later I smell smoke. Clara wakes around me a sets the bed on fire using her hands.

"You know, when you brought me back, my whole body and soul felt like it was on fire. I would love to crush your heart under my foot like you've done so many times to me, but I know you'll just regenerate. So I have to make sure you have no body to regenerate in." She turns to me after setting the bedside table and reclining chair into an enferno of flames growing in an unnaturally large rate.

" C-clara," I finally find my voice. "T-this isn't you." She smiles, an unnatural twisted smile that's not made for her face. The fire illuminates her face in a dancing orange glow.

"Your right. Clara Oswald doesn't exist." She steps towards the shattered window and blows me a kiss. "Enjoy Hell my sweet little devil." And she jumps.

END OF BOOK ONE