3rd Person POV
"The poor girl's are still alive, sir! What're we going to do with them?" Gwyneth cried, asking the old man. They had arrived at the chapel of rest. The Rebel and Rose were laying on a table, unconscious. "I don't know! I didn't plan any of this, did I. It isn't my fault if the dead won't stay dead." Sneed barked. "Then whose fault is it, sir? Why is this happening to us?" She asked, meekly. Gwyneth and Sneed left the room quickly. The gas lamp flared and there are whispered voices in the air.
"I did the Bishop a favour, once. Made his nephew look like a cherub even though he'd been a fortnight in the weir. Perhaps he'll do us an exorcism on the cheap." Sneed said. Someone knocked on the door, starling the pair. "Say I'm not in. Tell them we're closed. Just, just get rid of them." Sneed told Gwyneth, as he rushed down the hallway.
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Rose woke up with a start, just as blue gas from the lamp and animated young Mister Redpath, who had been placed in a coffin across the room.
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Gwyneth opened the front door gingerly, and Charles Dickens and the Doctor stood, determined to find the Rebel and Rose. "I'm sorry, sir. We're closed." Gwyneth tried to close the door, but Charles stopped her. "Nonsense. Since when did an Undertaker keep office hours? The dead don't die on schedule. I demand to see your master." He strictly told the girl. "He's not in, sir." She said, lying through her teeth. "Don't lie to me, child. Summon him at once." Charles raised his voice. "I'm awfully sorry, Mister Dickens, but the master's indisposed." She lied again.
A gas lamp flaring on the wall caught the three's attention.
"Having trouble with your gas?" The Doctor asked. "What the Shakespeare is going on?" Charles questioned.
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Rose's POV
I took me a minute to realize I wasn't alone. An unconscious Rebel laying next to me, and a man I've never seen before. 'Okay, this is getting creepy..' I thought. I saw him slowly sit up and stare directly at us. "Are you all right? You're kidding me, yeah? You're just kidding. You are kidding me, aren't you? Rebel? You wake up! Snap out of it! Come on!" I tried to slap the Rebel lightly, but it didn't work. The man slowly got out of the coffin he was laying in and walked towards us zombie-like. "Okay, not kidding." I rephrased. Rose stood up and ran for the door, leaving the Rebel on the table. "Where's the all mighty Timelords when you need them?" I muttered, fearing for my life.
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3rd Person POV
At the front door, Gwyneth was still blocking the Doctor and Charles from coming inside. The Doctor had had enough of Gwyneth and pushed past her, earning protests from the young girl. He strode up to the flaring gas lamp and inspected it. "There's something in the walls..." He said softly. "The gas pipes. Something's living inside the gas." He told the small group.
During all of this, Rose was struggling to open the locked door. Along with the lung Mr. Redpath, Mrs. Redpath, the old lady from the play, had woken up as well. "Let me out!" Rose banged on the wooden door, scared.
Rose's voice carried itself through the house and to the Doctor. "Open the door!" She cried. "That's her." The Doctor simply said as he looked at Charles, then processing to dash down the hallway. "Please, please, let me out! Rebel wake up!" She screamed.
The Doctor ran down the corridor and directly into Sneed. "How dare you, sir. This is my house!" He yelled at Charles and the Doctor. "Shut up." He told off the old man. Sneed turned to a worried Gwyneth and said, "I told you."
"Let me out! Somebody open the door! Open the door!" Rose screamed. Redpath went to grab Rose, but the Doctor kicked the door in. The loud commotion seemed to wake up the Rebel. "Ugh! Why's my head hurt so bad?!" She sat up strait and held the head. She noticed that Redpath was going for Rose and quickly and swiftly got to her feet, grabbed the collar of his jacket and pulled him back from a cowering Rose. The Mrs. Redpath seemed to not be going after the two, after seeing the Rebel woke. Redpath stared at the Rebel, but couldn't do anything further since she punched him straight in the nose, knocking him out.
It was at this, that the Doctor ran up to a dizzy Rebel and picked her up, just as she fainted. Rose took his hand as he walked to her. The Rebel's arms were around his neck as he held her bridal style. "It's a prank. It must be. We're under some mesmeric influence." Charles denied. "No, we're not. The dead are walking. Hi." The Doctor turned to Rose. "Hi. Who's your friend?" She asked, bewildered. "Charles Dickens." He said excitedly.
"Okay."
"My name's the Doctor. Who are you, then? What do you want?" Seriousness laced in his voice as he questioned the now conscious corpse. Redpath replied with several voices. "Failing. Open the rift. We're dying. Trapped in this form. Cannot sustain. Help us. Argh!" Him and his mother fell to the floor and the blue gas returned to the gas lamp.
A/N: Okay, so I did a bit of Rose's pint of view, what do you think? Uh, yeah. This chapter wasn't very good, in my opinion, but I promise the next few WILL be better... ;)
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The Girl Who Survived (Doctor Who)
Fanfic"Oh yeah?! What's stopping me from running away? Huh? You know. There's a reason I'm called The Rebel. It's because I don't follow rules. Especially rules given to me by some tin pepper shakers! Bye. Bye!" ••• The Rebel thought she was the last Time...
