My Sweet Revenge (Doctor Who)

Chapter 1

Heya everyone! This is my new Doctor Who story! The more votes I get- the quicker I will update!

This is your typical first chapter of being introduced to the Doctor. I found it quite hard to portray him to what I thought was accurate in this story so please (kindly) let me know what improvements I can make to his aspect of the story and any others. I am still to edit the rest of the chapters.

Happy Reading! Chafter x

"My name is Isla Grey and I'm here to kill the Doctor. I was taken in by the Daleks after he killed my family and my friends. They trained me to fight and I know nothing else. I must take him down for he has destroyed legions throughout the universe. I know everything about him – his companions are his weaknesses and that is how I will exterminate him."

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I felt a sharp pain in my head and opened my eyes to the blinding light of the sun. I blinked my vision back to normal and looked around – had I fainted? Last thing I remembered was leaving my home to go to work. I sat up and took in my surroundings. I had clearly started to make my way to work as I was on the route I usually take there. I picked myself off the ground slowly and decided to continue to work.

A ten minute walk later I arrived at the restaurant. I looked at my watch – 11:11 am. The place was open at 10.30 and I was obviously late. I rushed into the kitchen as I tied my apron behind my back. The place was empty and silence haunted the room.

"Hello?" I called out.

I placed my bag down on the counter just as a hand came over my mouth and I was pulled back outside the door and in behind the bar. I tried getting free but couldn't so I sunk my teeth into the hand that was preventing me from screaming.

"Ow!" The hand pulled away and I turned around to see who it was. A man in a deep purple tweed jacket, suspenders and a bow tie was standing gaping at his hand.

"Look at that – you left a mark!" He exclaimed.

"Who the hell are you?!"

"I'm bleeding!!" The man was dramatically pointing at me and then at his hand which he held close to his scowling face. I was oddly satisfied that I had hurt him.

"Answer me!" I shouted but just as I finished a loud noise came from the kitchen. He grabbed my hands and pulled me down so that we were hidden behind the bar.

Loud footsteps were coming from the kitchen and getting closer. The strange man took out a weird device and started banging it of his sore hand as a green light flickered on. He clearly hurt his hand even more doing so because he started shaking it as he pointed the device at the kitchen door as it made a weird noise. A lock sound was followed by a huge bang on the door which left a dent.

"H-how?! It's a swing door – it doesn't even have a –"

Before I could finish, he grabbed my hand and grinned at me just before whispering 'run.'