The Doctor's point of view (Just under after month after Bad Wolf Bay)
I flicked a lever and turned a dial, tuning out the noises of the T.A.R.D.I.S. My several recent trips to the Shadow Proclamation were of no help at all. I turned to them for help trying to find a way through to the parallel universe, or even just a way to send a message, but we were unsuccessful. Each day without her hardened my hearts more, and hearing from someone else that it would be impossible for us to see each other again just burned all of the love out of me. The humming and whirring of the T.A.R.D.I.S had stopped, and I walked over to the doors. I threw them open, finding myself down a narrow alleyway. I closed the doors behind me, and headed left, onto what was a busy high street, bustling with humans. My eyes darted around, and I recognized a couple of shop names from visits to London before. I saw a park a little way down the road, and decided to wait there.
The bench I was sat on was old, with flakes of dark paint peeling off of the grey wood and metal sides. A little pond was opposite me, and every now and then, a family would come along, feed the ducks and swans for a while, before returning home. The birds were chirping as normal, and the wind blew lightly through the park. I picked at the black paint, pulling the little chips off, and letting them go in the breeze. Leaves of different colors were falling from the trees, creating a path of orange, green and brown for people to walk on. I sat there for what felt like hours, when a man sat next to me, and placed his briefcase beside the bench. He was wearing a suit, and black shoes, and looked like he had just stepped out of a business meeting. His dark hair was slicked back, and his eyes were a dark brown, almost black.
"Hello.. Doctor." His voice was deep and Irish, and carried with it a constant sense of threat. "I suppose you've come here to try and propose some kind of deal, from which you end up looking like the savior and it's all thumbs up and pats on the back for you, while we're sent home in shame. Well, I'm going to tell you that's not going to happen. I'm not interested in making a deal. I'm quite happy where I am you know, seeing as I occupy a major position in the British Government, and the quality of life here is just so..." He paused for a moment, then smirked "different."
"Trust me." I looked him in the eye "I'm not here to make a deal. I'm here to give you one last chance. Leave this planet, along with your friends, and you never return, and I give you my word, I won't come after you. However, if you chose to ignore my very wise words of warning, I will make sure that you are laying cold and dead somewhere. Am I making myself clear?" He sat there smiling to himself.
"I know about you Doctor, how you threaten and pretend to be some almighty God, striking fear into the hearts of us, making us flee back home in a cowardly manner. But, the thing is, you threaten and try to scare us, and never follow through with it. You talk, and talk, and talk, but you don't have the guts to do anything." I sighed, knowing that he had a point.
"I didn't ever back out because I didn't have the guts. I backed down because I had someone there, someone who kept me tethered, and helped me control my rage. I loved her, and she made me so much better. But now she's gone... I'm not the man I used to be, and I'm finding myself incapable of feeling anything besides anger, and hate. So you'd best be careful, 'cause if you get on the wrong side of me, all of that anger, that fire I've got deep within, will be released on you, scorching like the flames of hell. I'm warning you now, leave, or die." I spat at him, hands clenched together, shaking with anger.
"If she's gone, then why do you care anymore? Is it because you want to defend her planet, keep some part of her alive eh?" He stared at me, his arms crossed casually, as if we weren't talking about the possibility of his death. "You don't know how many of us there are. You don't know where or who we are. You have no chance of killing us all. We are everywhere, and we have power. So much power, that we could start World War Three, or wipe the entire planet out, and sell it to the highest bidder. We could keep your precious humans as our slaves, as our food, and there would be nothing that you could do about it."
"What do you want then? Do you want me to hand myself over to you, or leave you be on this planet? Tell me what it is you want."
"Oh, Timelord, we don't want you!" He laughed manically, "Oh you're funny. We want your little blue box. The one that can take us anywhere in time and space."
"What would I do?"
"You'd live out the rest of your remaining lives here, with these pitiful humans you admire so much. Then, when it suits us, we'll pop in for a little cup of tea, a slice of cake, and I'll tell you all about how I'm going to slaughter a whole planets worth of people, then sell the wasteland for a very large sum of money." He picked at his fingernails, scraping dirt from them, and flicking it away.
"Billions of innocent people will die, and for what, just a little bit of money, that makes your life more comfortable. You would kill women and children, and their husbands, their fathers, their brothers and their sons-"
"-THAT'S WHAT PEOPLE DO!! They go along, living their ordinary little lives, until- oops, someone just got shot. And another just had a heart attack. And one more committed suicide. These humans are so fragile, one fall and they're dead, or one punch, and there's nothing that you can do about it. What difference does it make if I just kill them all in one go? I suppose, in a way, I'm doing the good old human race a favor really; putting it out of it's misery after so many years. You ought to thank me Doctor." He stood up, and rubbed his hands together, before picking up his briefcase. He held is hand out for me to shake it. Instead, I stood up, and looked down at him. He lowered his hand, and leaned closer to me.
"You have until midnight tomorrow, to give up your ship, or I might send word to my friends, and they may start letting bombs loose, and we both know that you don't want that."He turned away, and strolled towards some large office building nearby, with a slight spring in his step. I shoved my hands into my coat pocket, and headed back to the T.A.R.D.I.S.
As I walked, the faces of children in buggies and old women with shopping trolleys imprinted on my mind. All of them, innocent people, with no idea that they could die, unless I gave up the one thing that would render me powerless, and give the Slitheen exactly what they wanted. Even if I gave them the T.A.R.D.I.S, it would've only been a matter of time before they laid waste to the planet anyway.
Oh god. I thought to myself. What am I going to do?
AUTHORS NOTE!!!
Heyya guys! So I've finally updated, and in case you aren't a Sherlockian, I've based the Slitheen in this chapter on Andrew Scott's portrayal of Jim Moriarty, in the BBC program, Sherlock. Hope you've enjoyed this chapter!
Amy Xxx
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