The Big Bad Wolf (Doctor Who FanFiction)

Chapter 1 - Rose Tyler

Disclaimer: I own nothing besides the character(s) and plot bits I have conjured up.

Time is a tricky thing.

By now, I would have expected to have turned completely and utterly insane... but I haven't. I suspect divine intervention.

I have been locked inside a box. Yes, a box. It's called the Pandorica, which to me is quite out of the norm. Who gives proper names to inanimate objects?

Anyway, I have no doubts that you're probably wondering why I am in a box. Once upon a time I lived on a planet called Gallifrey, which are inhabited by the Time Lords. When you have reached a certain age, you have to look into the Untempered Schism.

What the bloody hell is the Untempered Schism? Pretty much a tunnel to the Time Vortex. This is a plane/dimension through which all time travelers pass. Space-time machines, such as TARDISes and vortex manipulators, travel through this area.

The Vortex exists outside of Time and the universe itself. The Vortex was forged by the Time Lords as a transdimensional spiral that connected all points in space and time.

Millions of years of exposure to the Time Vortex was in part responsible for Gallifreyans becoming Time Lords.

Now, off from the science lecture. Why would we stare into such a monstrous thing?

Well, think of it as a sort of an... initiation. To see if you have what it takes to become a time traveller. And to be able to join the Time Lord Academy.

Some kids get inspired, most kids run away, a few go mad... I reacted in a bit of a different way. It didn't affect me imminently. It started kicking in shortly after my 200th birthday.

Why would my silly reaction cause me to be locked inside a box? Well... when I stared into the Vortex, I absorbed some of it. Part of itself nested itself inside of me. Don't think about it too hard, it hurts your head.

Anyways, I only remember a bit after that, like a dream. Short, awful, terrifying memories. Fire and blood. Crying children, screaming innocents... all because of me.

I don't know how many people I destroyed. Tens of hundreds of galaxies. It makes me sick just thinking about it.

Why would I do such a thing? I don't know. It's such a silly answer, a cowardly answer, an inexcusable answer... but I don't know what else to say. I couldn't control myself. The power of the Vortex had corrupted me. But I still don't know why Time would want to destroy civilizations.

Then, suddenly, I stopped. I just stopped. I snapped back to reality. I was petrified. The guilt finally set on my shoulders. The weight of millions of guiltless and benevolent lives.

The High Council decided what to do with me. There was actually a large argument about it, considering my father was part of the council. At first, they tried to kill me.

It didn't work.

My wibbly wobbly timey wimey self came back, for just a second, and melted the blade they tried to cut off my head with. My father was relieved, least to say.

Their only option was to imprison me. I remember, listening into the conversation. They said, the only prison that could hold me was the Pandorica. Several of them disagreed, saying it was for a more important purpose.

In the end, they end up locking me in here anyways. A small cubical prison, about 10x10x10 feet. All there is inside here is a chair with a set of manacles built into the arm rests.

How could that hold a monster like me? Well, there are many layers of security in the Pandorica, including deadlocks, time stops, matter lines, and even a restoration field to keep me from dying. All the juicy stuff.