My Mad Doctor

Chapter 3

I stopped being enthusiastic the second we came to the edge of the hole. It seemed logical in my head to slide down it, but standing on the side looking down was a different story. I wasn't scared of heights, exactly, but any reasonable human being would be afraid of a dark, steep, possibly endless tunnel with no stairs.

The Doctor, apparently, was neither reasonable nor human, due to his eagerness to jump down and be done with it.

"What're you waiting for?" he asked while I stared fearfully down into the blackness. I looked up at him, wide-eyed.

"You want me to jump?" I hated the way my voice squeaked at the end of the sentence. The Doctor didn't notice, though. He was too busy grinning like the madman he was.

"Yeah. It'll be fun." He tried to reassure me, but it didn't work. I desperately grasped at my brain for an excuse for staying up. Travelling with this man was fun, but I didn't want to die a horrible, painful death at the bottom of the world- or the centre of it- judging by the looks of this tunnel.

"Have you seen what I'm wearing?" I spat out, gesturing to the tiny red dress I had on. The Doctor's eyes widened, almost as if he forgot that he'd picked me up in mid chase from a group of men.

"Why, might I ask, are you wearing that? It's very impractical." I stared at him, anger building inside me.

"Well it's not my fault I wanted to dress up. You're the one who picked me up off the side of the street. I didn't know you had a dress code for your guests. I'll be sure to wear something practical the next time a strange man picks me up in his time machine." My voice was dripping with sarcasm, so much I wanted to cringe at my own words.

"Hey, I saved you from those men, so you should be- Wait!" he stopped, his eyes widening again. "You never told me why they were chasing you." I closed my eyes, not wanting to explain the actual danger of that time to him. It wasn't a memory I wanted to relive.

"It doesn't matter." I muttered, not meeting his eyes. Suddenly, I felt very self-conscious in my dress. I wrapped my arms around myself, avoiding his stare.

"Violet," he started, but I shook my head.

"Just forget about it. Let's just get this over with."

I sat down on the edge of the tunnel and out my feet over the edge. To my surprise, it was smoother than I expected, almost like steel covered in dirt. That didn't exactly reassure me.

I could feel The Doctor staring at me for a second more, willing me to turn around and tell him the truth, before he gave up and joined me on the edge.

"One. Two. Three." I whispered before throwing myself off the edge. It wasn't a straight fall, but too slanted to walk down. Somewhere in the middle.

He fell right beside me, his grin quickly disappearing in the darkness. Half way down, the dirt turned to steel. It was no longer a bumpy, rocky trip, but a smooth one. It was nicer to slide, but also confirmed the fact that all of this alien nonsense was true.

We hadn't been falling for more than a minute when my feet hit solid ground. I landed on my feet, the heel of my left shoe immediately breaking off. I stumbled for a second, and then collapsed. The Doctor, of course, fell out of the tunnel in that moment and landed directly on me. I swore loudly, shoving him off. Dirt covered every inch if exposed skin, and I was positive bruises would pop up everywhere. I didn't even want to think about my hair.

"Well, that wasn't that bad." He said, standing up immediately. I groaned, angry at his enthusiasm.

"I think you broke my ankle." I mumbled, glaring at him through the mess that was my hair. He held his hand out to me, a wicked smile embedded on his lips.

"You'll live. I am a doctor, after all." He said arrogantly. I punched him lightly in the arm before gripping his hand. He pulled me up to stand beside him, but the second I tried to take a step I nearly fell again.

"What is it? What's wrong? Were you serious about the ankle thing? Oh my, I am so sorry. This is all my,"

"Doctor!" I shouted trying to get him to shut up. "God, you're annoying. No, I just broke the heel on my shoe. I'm perfectly fine." He sighed in relief, holding my hand while I took both shoes off and threw them to the side. Great, now I had even less clothing on. A skimpy red dress was hardly right for sliding down tunnels and exploring space ships.

"Well, well, well. This is interesting." He commented, drawing my attention back to the area around me. When the dirt tunnel had ended, we did, in fact, enter a steel part. That steel was part of the ship that we were now inside.

White walls surrounded us on all sides, their brightness causing me to squint. A barred door stood on the side of the wall opposite to us, similar to one in a jail. A small cot sat beside us, with a single, metal chair, and the tunnel we'd fell from was directly above our heads, impossible to climb back up to.

"Doctor," I started in a nervous voice. I didn't like the look of the room. It took a second to process, but I soon realized that this room wasn't just similar to a jail. 

It was one.

The Doctor spoke then, confirming my thoughts. "I'm sorry Violet Grace. I'm very sorry, but we're trapped."

"This is a jail." I whispered.

The sound of footsteps rang out from down the hall, signalling someone approaching. I tensed, instinctively reaching for The Doctor's hand. He didn't protest.

"Yes, Violet, this is a jail. Now it's time to meet the jailor." 

A/N Duh duh duuuun!! Cliff hanger! Well, here's chapter 3. If you ask me nicely I'll give you chapter 4 :)