Monsters [Doctor Who]

C H A P T E R T W E N T Y

NOTE: As I stated in the (revised) introduction, this story is taking bit of a dark turn, honestly, I had been planning it from the start. So, a friendly reminder, this story does have suicide, rape, death mentions in it.

Until then enjoy the story my little Ice Pops.

Don't melt!

~ Happyritas <OOO

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Chapter 20:

Augusta's POV

"Please, stop," the man cried as I backed him into a corner. "I-I have a wife! Kids, even! Please, don't kill me!!"

I stared at him blankly, but a long, devilish smile fell on my lips. I leaned close to his body, my lips brushing against his ear. "No," I whispered, and snapped his neck.

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I shot up gasping, looking around. I was in the TARDIS, the Doctor was moving about the metal board. "You let me fall asleep," I announced to him, and he didn't even turning to look at me.

"You seemed awfully tired," he answered. "Have a nightmare?"

I didn't answer and moved off the chair, "Where's Rose?" I asked. He glanced at me as he pushed up a lever -- with much effort -- probably seeing how I dodged the question. 

"She's--" he was cut off by the door swinging open. 

"So, where are we going?" Rose asked, setting a bag on the floor. 

"Farther than we've ever gone before," he grinned and pulled down the lever. The room began to rumble and move. I stumbled to the side, holding on to the bar, and a few seconds later, it stopped. 

Rose beamed, and turned to me, "Here you go, Auggie." She tossed me a white object, which I caught. It was the scarf Jackie gave me, "Left it at mum's flat."

"Oh, sorry," I murmured, holding the scarf. "So... How do I...?"

"Oh, lemme help you," the Doctor offered and wrapped the scarf around my neck, letting it hang over. It almost went down to my fingertips. "There!" He beamed, "Now, let's go!" He ran to the doors, opening it, Rose and I right behind him. 

The first thing I noticed was that the air smelled... Weird. Not a bad weird, like suffocating weird. Like, strange weird. Like a pinkish-weird. The second was the long field of high grass and a large city with flying cars zooming around the city. 

Rose and I awed at the sight, "It's the year five billion and twenty-three..." The Doctor announced, "We're in the galaxy M87, and this... this is New Earth."

"That's just... that's--" Rose said, speechless. Then, she let out a laugh.

The Doctor nodded in approval, "Not bad. Not bad at all!"

"That's amazing," she finally said. "I'll never get used to this. Never. Different ground beneath my feet!" She jumped up and down on the grass.

"What's that smell?" I wondered, looking down tracing where the odd smell came from. "It smells... Pink, I think..." I paused for a few seconds, "Have I... Said that before...?"

The both of them stared at me, "You mean sweet," the Doctor finally corrected.

I nodded, my eyes floating over to the city, "Yeah. Sweet... That's what I meant..."