Oblivion

The Ricochet of Echoes

As the voice faded into the distance, a small echo ricocheted its way back to the duo.
"Soon..." The resounding words sent a brief quiver down Sarah's spine. The Doctor clasped onto Sarah-Jane's hand and, with heavy steps, walked along the new pathway. The pairing looked up to discover an oval-like shaped gateway with 13 precisely placed doorways within. With the utmost caution, The Doctor, shadowed by Sarah, approached the unknown. Each doorway was coated with a thick, glossy sliver paint. A crank wheel was located within the centre of each door. Adjacent to the crank, each entrance had a plaque with a corresponding number from 1 to 13; as the doors counted up, they looked current and more pristine. Sarah forthrightly felt obliged to open door 4; however, couldn't comprehend why.
"Doctor, it's door 4." She exclaimed without doubt. The Doctor had a feeling all of his own, door 13. The untouched and immaculate layout of the door simply peeked his interest.
"I-" The Doctor was abruptly cut off by Sarah turning the crank on her desired destination. He frantically raced over to cease Sarah-Jane, but it was too late. The door was open. A deserted and dilapidated retro spaceship met their eyes upon arrival. Grey and blue wires were abseiling down from the ceiling. Yellow taped frames sealed a set of PVC sheets which were stuck to the walls. A deep sheet of dust was plastered across everything in sight.
"This is... Weird." Sarah questioned her thoughts, but spoke them aloud anyway.
"It's, it's, it's so... I just can't put my finger on it." Sarah's heel uprooted some of the dust from the floor, as she placed her foot forward. The Doctor quickly grabbed the back of her jacket, pulling her back to the doorway. The Scotsman examined the room a little more.
"Look." The Doctor pointed to the dark district of the ship. A clear amassment of oval like shells were scattered across the floor.
"Are they like Ostrich eggs or something?" Sarah questioned. The Doctor swooped Sarah behind him again, whilst he contemplated walking over to the graveyard of shells. Dust coated his polished boots, causing them to lose their shine. He wafted his deeply wrinkled hand in front of his face to transpose the direction of the dust and wires. A passing, sharp cough loosened its way up through The Doctors throat, causing the dust to drift away from his face. A waft of what could only be described as a pungent and offensive smell rifled through the nostrils on impact. Sarah elevated her hand to her face in a clear attempt to obstruct the nauseating fragrance. The scent felt as if it was permeating across both clothes and skin; digging its way into the fibres of The Doctor's Jacket and embedding itself between Sarah's nails.
"What the hell is that smell?" Sarah mumbled. The Scotsman was very incidental to answer.
"Decomposition. Something died in here." As The Doctor drew his sentence together, he noticed something in the corner of his eye. N.E.R.V.A was scribed across the wall in a thick black marker. He remembered. He expeditiously pushed Sarah-Jane backwards.
"Sarah, those are not Ostrich eggs, they're Wirrn eggs!" Sarah remembered. Air from the room seemed as if it was being extracted.
Sarah gasped for air and clutched her throat before collapsing to the floor.
"Sarah what's wrong? What's happening?" The Doctor was confused by the situation he found himself in. A faint echo of the words 'useless' and 'disappointment' flooded Sarah's ears. The Doctor's attention was quickly drawn to a cracking sound behind him. Not all the Wirrn eggs were smashed, one remained. With no warning, a spider with great magnitude scrambled out of its shell and dived towards the duo. The Doctor scooped Sarah up in his arms and darted towards the door. Sarah-Jane's hair loosely swung over the Scotsman's wrists. Her cheeks were a ghostly white, which made her crimson lips stand out from her face. The Doctor eventually made it to the door, with Sarah-Jane in open arms, pursued by the beast on eight legs. Propelling himself against then door, The Doctor attempted to push it open with his back. Unanticipatedly, the spider pounced towards The Doctor; however, the beast was encountered with a black boot. A sudden slam was made, as the spider was catapulted across the ship into a PVC sheet, tearing it as it hit. The Scotsman gave the door one more conclusive shove. Finally opening it, he bolted through the doorway, placed Sarah on the ground, slammed the door; turned the crank and slumped back against the door. Taking a brief sigh of relief, The Doctor's body slid down the door and reached the floor. He passed his fingers through his grey locks and closed his eyes to gather his thoughts.
"Absolutely pathetic Doctor" the voice from the sky mocked him.
"What sort of Doctor causes casualties amongst his friends? Katarina, Sara, Adric, Astrid and the Ponds. Oh and Clara, because killing her once wasn't enough. The list is endless, Doctor. It's time to pay for the lives that you've taken."