My Mad Doctor

Chapter 25

A/N Hello people, here's the next chapter. The pic on the side is how I pictured Callum when I wrote him.

Well, we're nearing the end of this mad little tale. It seems like only yesterday I was debating whether or not to upload it. I'm so glad I did. Thanks to all my readers, you mean the world to me :) 

Violet's P.O.V. 

When we arrived in London, a sense of dread settled over me, the sort of heavy feeling that dragged me down and made my knees weak. Of course, the weak knees could have come from the fact that I had very nearly died hours ago, but I was trying to be dramatic.

“Something’s different.” I remarked, feeling the heaviness in the air. I could tell that The Doctor felt it too. He had a grim expression on his face, not his usual sadness, but tainted with curiosity.

“Where is everyone?” He asked slowly, eyeing the empty streets near my flat. I shook my head, too shocked to formulate the words I don’t know. The streets were empty. Not a single person. Just empty cars and scattered papers.

“Everyone… gone…” My heart stopped. My mind began racing a thousand miles a minute, the faces of every person I’d ever seen in London flashing through my brain, all those people gone.

“Sierra.” I whispered, my voice hoarse.

Without a word to The Doctor, I tore off down the street and towards my flat. I needed to find her. She was my best friend. If anything happened to her, I’d never forgive myself.

“Violet!” The Doctor shouted at me, running to catch up. I was faster, though.

I sprinted up the stairs, throwing the door open. My eyes scanned the interior of the room, searching hopelessly for any sign of her blonde hair or annoying voice. She was nowhere to be found though, and by the time The Doctor burst through the door, I was standing in the middle of the kitchen with a blank expression on my face.

“She’s gone. She’s gone, Doctor. She’s just-,” I broke off, biting down on my lip to hold back the sob.

“She could be in pain, or… dead.”

“Don’t you say that,” The Doctor warned with anger in his eyes. The anger wasn’t directed at me, but rather the entire situation. “She’s still alive. I’ll make sure of that. First, we need to find her.” With that, he set off back into the streets. Seeing no other option, I elected to follow him.

We travelled down the different streets of London. It was haunting, walking through a city of stone with no people to dwell there. Our footsteps echoed past the stalled cars and opened doors, much louder than I would have liked.

The city did not seem as if it was invaded. Nothing was broken, no windows were shattered; it seemed as if everyone had just vanished. That scared me most of all. If us humans were going to die, I would have preferred to see signs of a fight. Fighting meant passion, rage, the will to live; disappearing was so… weak.

As The Doctor and I were walking, I felt a hand clamp down on my shoulder, tearing me away from him and into a building. Before I could scream, a gag was tied in my mouth, cutting off all sound.

I screamed nonetheless, though it made no sound. My legs kicked out in every direction, desperate to get back to The Doctor.

“Quiet, girl. Do you want to get us all killed?” A rough Irish accent whispered in my ear. I weighed my options for a second before deciding to give up. If they wanted me dead, they would have killed me. I couldn’t run away, I couldn’t scream, so compromise was my only option.