He Only Comes Once (Doctor Who FanFiction)

33. London Maze

33. London Maze

How could I not see it coming? I would have at least felt the awful connection. It can't just come out of nowhere. My balance couldn't hold me up anymore. I landed roughly onto the stone sidewalk, in a puddle. There was nothing more that could have made the situation worse. At least I couldn't think of something that could make it worse.

The weapon approached me slowly as though I was prey. The hungry lion, hungry for weeks, going after a weak, defenseless, baby antelope.

"Doctor!" I yelled out into the air. I knew he wouldn't hear me, but it made me feel better that my last scream would be one of hope, or desperation, I always got the two mixed up.

The circular ship started to unwind like a snake until the machinery on the inside could be seen. The claws and transmitters, the needles picking out of the disks that would attach to my head. I thought that if I backed up far enough I would be able to get onto the street and run away, but instead my back hit a brick wall instead. I became completely surrounded by walls, no way out.

'I must be dreaming. I need to wake up!' I yelled inside my head. Pinching my arm didn't work, banging my head on the wall didn't work. Counting sheep didn't work either. Why did I count sheep? I still don't know. But none of it worked. I was starting to become convinced that if I died then I would wake up, but that seemed too farfetched at the time too.

Every possible possibility became my enemy until I saw a tiny alleyway appear behind me. My feet pushed me off the ground and I darted toward it. Clothes of all sorts blocked my way through but I pushed it all aside. Nothing more was on my mind than trying to get away.

Right out of the alley stood Big Ben. But I was pretty sure that I was on the opposite side of the city. I couldn't tell anymore. I just kept running to wherever my feet would lead me.

"Doctor!" I yelled again. I hoped he would hear me like he always has. I hoped that he would save me again. Why wouldn't he come when I called?

When I turned around, I could see the Weapon approaching me faster, it was no longer going to play the game of predator and prey. It was ready to take me with no mercy.

"DOCTOR!" I yelled to the sky, hoping to catch at least one glimpse of the blue box, but not even its universal sound passed by my ears.

I had no time for any of this. I ran down toward any street I could find, zigzagged through all the streets. It was so bright outside I thought I would go blind trying to search for an escape route.

Before I knew it I hit a dead end and had to turn around, and again, and again.

The streets shifted beneath my feet and my only hope for escape became my sanity.

My back hit a wall and the force ran through my body.

Bark. Bark. A ferocious dog came up behind me. It wasn't a dog though. It looked nothing like one. The eyes were blood red, almost as though it was all of the creatures it's killed we're imprinted on its eyes. It's shape and appearance was more of a wolf but I knew it was not of Earth.

"Come here boy." Yelled a voice to it. The creature put its fangs away and headed toward its master. I followed after it to find a man with short blonde hair and a crazed expression wearing a tux. "Hello mother dear." He said as he saw me appear around the corner. The wolf, Zask, at his feet was enjoying being scratched behind the ear.

That's when I saw something unexpected. I didn't see with my eyes and it wasn't anything extraordinary. It was more of a realization. I was like a Zask. I had my nice facade that kept me away from my true nature. We were the same.