Doctor Who:The Forsaken life-By Steven Whitelaw

Doctor Who:The Forsaken life-Part one, Chapter one

Time-17:54
Date-09/07/675128
Location-Corlax Nebula, Dalek Command Ship

Drip, drip, drip…

The blood drained off the chair into a metal pan.
There was a crackling static noise coming from a tape player and a bright light shining on a chair. There were large leather belt buckle straps on the arms of the chair and there was a smell of burnt wire in the air. And there was a man.

Not like any other man, he was different, mysterious and maybe even a little deviant. His name was unknown, he had one but people did not speak of it. He was a traveller and some would say a historian and some would say he is history. He was the good the bad, the light and dark and he helped in any way that he could find a way to help.

Anyway, back to the story. Where was I… Oh yes right: 

The man was strapped into this chair, bound by the leather and connected to some monitors, much like the ones you get in hospitals but they were much more high tech by the looks of things and had some unusual symbols on them that just rotated. There was a voice, It commanded that the man was to awake, he was out cold.
There was a sudden flash of blue light and 3000 volts of electricity shot through the man’s veins and he awoke and as If it was second nature he shrieked “AMY!!!!”

The voice commanded again
“YOU WILL ANSWER ALL QUESTIONS PUT FORWARD TO YOU!”

The man shuddered at the sound of the voice, he knew where he was, what he was there for and had a rough idea on how this was going to end for him. The voice was of the scum of the universe, a Dalek, a creature forged in the fires of war by a creature no worse than Satan himself.

“WHAT IS YOUR MISS…”
Before the voice had time to finish there was a loud siren and there was a faint explosion sound, it must have been loud as the walls of the room must have been 12 inches thick with steel.

“WHO DO YOU WORK FOR?”
“I don’t work for anyone”
“WHAT IS YOUR MISSION!?”
“I’ve told you, I DON’T WORK FOR ANYONE!!”

There was a moments silence then there was another explosion.
The large bolt door blew off of the wall the hinges and all and almost hit the chair in which the man was sat.
There was a dead silence for a few moments. He could feel a cold breeze, a few seconds later a Dalek glided in, the light in its eye was non-existent and it was almost lifeless. The man began to struggle in his chair. “Please, why are you keeping me here, what do you want?!!!”