The CobWeb Effect ((11th Doctor FanFic))

Chapter 3

((I haven't posted much, I know, but my trip to Albuquerque was quite a long time, and I am quite the procrastinator. But nonetheless, chapter three))

RECAP

"Becky, meet the Daleks."

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"What are Daleks?" I inquired, still gaping in awe at the marvellous sight before me.

"A brutal race," The Doctor replied, not taking his eyes off them. He didn't continue on any further, so I didn't imply.

"Oh," I let the word slip out unconsciously. I was too busy admiring the race before me. They were in capsules, identical to the ones containing humans on the upper level. It made me shudder. Brushing past The Doctor, and ignoring his cry of protest, I approached a random container, inspecting the 'Dalek' inside. I gasped, moving my eyes up and down, scanning and processing the entire thing. A light flashed from the inner part of the tube, and I looked closer, only to jump back as the alien begun speaking.

"Help us......." The light blinked as the creature choppily communicated, "please."

I felt a wave of pity wash over me as I whispered, "oh my gosh the poor thing's alive."

I felt negative energy emanating from The Doctor. His face stern. There was an undecided emotion, but eventually I saw anger in his green eyes.

"Yeah?" He approached the containment unit, "why should I help you?" My friend managed to keep his voice a harsh whisper, but who knew how long it would last.

"Have pity on us, Doctor," the Dalek pleaded, but The Doctor showed no intentions of doing so. He kept his face as hard as stone.

"What can we do?" I asked in a silky tone, placing my hand to the smooth glass, trying to comfort it. The man next to me just simply gave me a dumbfounded look, as if to say, 'we?!'. The Doctor has never explained to me any incidents with the Daleks, only what they can do. And it's pretty nasty. All the same, these poor creatures, cruel or gentle, needed our help. And The Doctor wasn't going to stop me.

"Free us." The Dalek said bluntly. I laugh silently and too myself. I was already going to do that. I tried my best not to make a rude remark and smiled.

"Promise." I spun around on my heel to face The Doctor. He looked frustrated, and I didn't blame him. He opened his mouth to speak, but not wanting to listen to what he has to say, I intercepted his speech.

"Come on, Doctor. We've got some rescuing to do."

He followed me down the corridor. This one wasn't pristine and white like the previous hallway containing the...... Other capsules. This one looked like an unkept basement. Probably an old storage unit, used for lack of space.

Using the best of my knowledge, I guessed they kept everyone for experiments. Or perhaps whoever is responsible for this believes they are doing the universe a favour by keeping all of the dangerous species locked up. Although I'm not sure where humans come in in that category.

As we past through more doors, dodging doctors and nurses, we came into the presence of many feared races. The Time Lord next to me, guiding me, introduced me to each and everyone. It was all too fascinating.

I began to grow bored after an hour of exploring. Well, it was probably more like half the amount of estimated minutes, but time was passing at impossibly slow speeds at the moment. My impatience took over, and I suddenly burst out.

"Doctor, what are we searching for?!"

He stopped, obviously surprised, as I did not expect he was expecting my sudden outburst. He just smiled his goofy smile. But I saw something behind it. Sympathy. Why on earth would he be feeling sympathetic for me? I just stared at him, waiting for an answer. Randomly, his smile stretched to his ears and his eyes gleamed as he said,

"We'll find out when we get there! That's the adventure."

I smiled slightly at his ridiculous manner, but stopped in my tracks. An immense pain washed over my head, and I cried out slightly. I felt woozy and steadied myself on the nearest wall. I pursed my lips and squeezed my eyes shut.

"Becky, whats wrong?!" The Doctor was instantly at my side, his words like nails being driven into my skull. I winced again, failing at my attempt to hide my discomfort.

"Just a headache," I lied. I lied to him often. Did that make me a bad person? Because I felt like one. My friend didn't seem to be convinced of my statement, so as proof I continued walking. Despite the agony I was experiencing, I kept a calm, regular face. I knew, as well as he tried to cover it, The Doctor was eyeing me, concernedly.

Out of the blue, despite my extreme head pains, I had a revaluation. I mentally slapped myself, and the man next to me for not thinking of it. I guess we were both weary and out of it. Using my 'telepathic' or whatever powers, couldn't I send everyone, and everything home? On the note of telepathic, the pain in my noggin grew sharper. I prayed and pleaded silently that they weren't connected, because I'm not built for this agony.

I voiced my idea to the Time Lord, but he seemed weary about it. Again, I had the strange idea this man knew more than he was telling. I wished he would voice his opinions.

"Oh, why not, Doctor?" I Inquired desperately as we continued our trek through the ever-lasting hallway.

"Your head Becky, you need to be completely honest with me, I mean, any worries or concerns I need to know!" I've never seen this side of him before, he was acting like my father. I opened my mouth to reply, but I was cut off.

"Becky," he was serious, I didn't like it, "I know that wasn't a headache. I didn't want to scare you before, but I'm afraid the energy hooked up to your brain may fry it if you don't stop using it," I disguised my shock, but I didn't like where this was going either, "I mean, the greater the amount, the greater the damage. Becky, I've thought about what you've said long before, and I never suggested it, because, well, it could kill you. It's the easiest way out, but not necessarily the only way," He emphasized necessarily, but I knew as well as anyone The Doctor wasn't even 50% certain, "it's up to you. I realize that's not my decision to make for you." The entire time, his voice was quite, and there was an unmistakable plea behind it.

I stood there, faced with one of the hardest decisions anyone could make. My death, or the possible death of the million species around me. To most, it wouldn't be a hard decision; it would be death. But in the rare circumstance of having a dear friend practically begging you to choose to live, you feel the pressure threatening to squish you like an ant. I thought uncomfortably underneath The Doctor's stern gaze, the good part of me shouting 'die!'. Not the most pleasant good side, very blunt. My dark side was screaming, 'let them die, they mean nothing. You deserve life, above all'. It was obvious which voice to obey, but they were both very persuasive. I fought myself, having a mental conversation, my eyes showing all emotions whilst my face remained a stone.

I sighed, giving in to the most reasonable side, to me anyways. I knew I would regret this. I could feel its smile plastered upon my face, although I myself felt not a single ounce of joy. Turning to The Doctor, I closed my eyes and waited for the wave of guilt to come over me as I stuck with my decision. I reopened my eyes as tear poured out and I said hoarsely,

"I'm sorry, mum."

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I KNOW I KNOW it's short and a bit rushed, WITH MY FAVOURITE THING OF ALL! A CLIFFHANGER! I don't want to give anything away, so it took me like twenty minutes to come up with that last line. It works both ways. MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA. I've been so inactive lately, and I feel bad. Tell me, though, in the comments, what style of story I should do next (it won't be a Fanfiction):

Thriller

Sad

Action

Scifi

Paranormal

Fantasy

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-The_GirlWhoWaited <3