Monsters [Doctor Who]

C H A P T E R F O U R T E E N

Chapter 14:

Augusta's POV

Everything was dark. I felt like I was falling, but I wasn't moving at all. There was a sound, that sounded faraway, and mangled making it hard to hear, but I was gradually getting louder. "Wa... Aug... Usta... Up... Augu... Augusta!!" 

I shot up and slamming heads with the black figure on top of me, painfully. "Augh," I moaned, holding my head painfully. The edges of my vision flashed black, and I rubbed my eyes. 

"Ow!" The black figure cried as well, stumbling back. I noticed that this was the Doctor, and I was lying on the, rather comfy, yellow, worn seat in the TARDIS. 

"Why'd you hit me?!" I exclaimed, rubbing my throbbing head. 

"I didn't," he said, leaning against the TARDIS, doing the same. "I just didn't expect you to wake up like that."

"Well, if you weren't yelling in my face, then I probably wouldn't have," I retorted. I was still very mad about what he had said earlier. "Where's Rose?" 

He seemed to notice my anger, and frowned, "She's in her room. She wanted to be alone after what happened."

I nodded briskly, and headed down the hallway. "Where are you going?" He called after me. 

"My bedroom," I replied, turning down the hall, and in front of the brown metal door that led to my room. 

Just as my hand hovered over the doorknob, I heard him say: "... You're still mad, aren't you?" His voice was hesitant and sad, but I heard something something else in it that I wasn't able to place. 

I looked at him, my eyes hardened into a cold glare, "Yes. I am." With those short words, I opened the door, and entered my dark room, and turned on the lights. 

My room was pretty big. It had bronze metal walls, and a, what the Doctor had called, white hammock that swung from the ceiling, with brown blanket on top. The doors were bronze as well. There were tables that went around the side of the room, messy, and filled with metal supplies for my building pleasures. There was also a bookshelf filled with black, empty, sketchbooks for me to draw and sketch in. There was also a brown dresser with clothes, and a closet, also fully stocked with clothing. 

I had gotten the room about last week. The Doctor had said that I deserved to sleep in an actual room, and not in the Medical Bay, since he would need that, but hopefully not. He said that the TARDIS had picked out my room, especially for me, and I loved it. If I couldn't sleep, which would probably be often, I could build, just like at Mr. and Mrs. Jackson's house!

I sighed, and flopped down on the hammock, making it swing back and forth. When I first got it, I kept falling out of the hammock, but then I learned how not to. I never actually slept in it; it was always too comfortable, and it made me uncomfortable. I got up, and over to my bookshelf, plucking the first book from the top off and opening it. It already had a few sketches that I drew in it. I flipped to a clean page, and began to sketch what the man had looked like. 

I remembered that he had piercing yellow eyes, and white hair. He also had a muscular build, and a black trench coat that held probably a lot of weapons. I circled the places where I thought his weapons might be in. I remembered that there was a small opening on the end of his shoes, he probably had a blade in there as well, so I circled it. His pants had at least five or six pockets on them, and that's from what I could see. 

I recalled the odd, bulky watch that he wore around his wrist. It was black, and had some sort of triangle-like button on the top. There was also some sort of dial on it, that was set to a date, that I don't remember. He called it something, what was it? Itex, no... Vertix... Vortex. Vortex! He called it a 'Vortex Manipulator!'