"Your not Clara" he breathed at the pressure which was pushing down on him and sensing her antics.
"You've just noticed?" she chuckled, bringing the knife up to his cheek and slashing a line down.
He winced at the burning sensation which knocked upon him, the blood escaped it's way out from the open cut and stained his pale cheek with a bit of colour. The pain he managed to take in was threatening him inside.
"Where's Clara?"
He squinted trying to soften the gash, but it just caused the damaged tissue to scream out in pain more.
"Why should I tell you" she restored back to her usual voice
"I need to know!"
"Shush, I'll tell you" she smirked placing a foul finger on his lip, silencing him.
Spinning her head to her left, she looked down at the defiled ground, he could hear her joints crack as she did.
A bone was spat out from her rotten mouth and found it's way onto the ground. His eye's widened at the sight of it and a rush of coldness raced down his bent spine, he wouldn't say anything, everything was clogged up in a mind of horror.
"Does that solve you're answer?" She looked back at him, her lips stretching into a heartless smile.
"What have you done to her!" he croaked, the anger flowing inside of him.
"Do you still need more clues" She sighed, rolling her pale opaque eyes.
She plunged her anorexic like arms down her agape mouth, he could almost see the bones of her fingers punching against her flesh. Somehow she managed to lure out a broken arm, with the hand dangling loosely by it's side. She consumed it back in, licking the blood off her fingers clean.
He couldn't hold it in anymore, he bolted up from his painful position, feeling the agony from his back start to retrieve to normal. Not caring whether he would get hurt or not but bought his fist inches away from her face.
"Oh, I wouldn't if I were you" she hissed, gripping his wrist and twisting it to what ever direction came into her mind.
"But I would" an anonymous voice came in contact with the room.
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(11/Clara Doctor Who) Shadows of a ghost
FanfictionClara and the Doctor stay the night in a old broken down hotel after a fault with the TARDIS, with a lady who works there and shadows of bodies casting on the wall, could it really be a normal night? or more than a night...
