The Changing Man (Doctor Who Fan Story)

Chapter 16

CHAPTER 16:

AUTHORS NOTE: Hey sorry guys, these last few weeks have been very busy for me, just completed my final year project and finishing some other work up, and hopefully I would be able to finish my last year at college this week! Eek! So from then on, I will probably be able to update more, until I find a full time job! Double eek! :D

So here is the next chapter for the Changing Man, and I would update within this week. What do you think to the story so far? Comment and vote please! Thank you! :D

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        The water rushed down like an icy waterfall, covering my head and skin in its cold embrace. My panting turned into shivery gasps, as the feelings the Master created deep inside of me seeped away down the plug hole without a second glance. Goose bumps flared up and down my bare skin, protesting as it turned freakishly pale white. Sighing, I gave in and turned the button around, unleashing the welcoming hot water to chase the cold away, like hungry lions chasing after a zebra, I clenched my hands into small fists and released them, trying to get rid of the numb feeling, my skin began to return to normal colour, blood returning to the surface, silencing my chattering teeth. I ran my hands through my hair, undoing the knots and tangles with expert fingers. From the shelf, I saw a unlabelled bottle containing a yellow liquid, I quickly snatched it up and popped the lid open to take a tentative sniff. Honey, it smelled like honey and chocolate and vanilla, it smelled just like him. Without a moments hesitation, I poured a handful onto my hair, quickly working it in, massaging my scalp as the bubbles began to lather. It smelled glorious. I rinsed the bubbles out and allowed myself another handful, enjoying how it made my hair extra silky smooth and making it smell so nice. I also found another bottle and sniffed it, expecting it to smell just as good as his shampoo, but disappointingly, it smelled like any normal shop bought shower gel, with only a hint of a strange spice. Shrugging, I squeezed a small drop of the green liquid onto my palm and worked it over my body, and washed it off before it lingered with the strange and odd spice. After 10 minutes soaking in the shower, I made myself leave its warm and steamy embrace, turning the shower off and bundling myself in a big, white towel, using a smaller one to dry my hair.

        As soon as I was thoroughly dried, I padded barefoot back into the bedroom, checking to see if the Master had returned, frowning when I saw that he hadn't returned. I dropped my towel and pawed through the pile of spare female clothes that someone had no use for. Most were a few sizes too big, but some did catch my eye. I decided to pull on a pair of denim shorts that were freying at the ends and had a brown and gold belt, and also a long white sleeveless camisole with blue butterfly print, that could almost pass as a short dress. However, I had to slit a small hole in the back of the shorts, as my tail had no place to go. Gazing into the mirror, I saw the strange image of me staring back with golden cat eyes, with thick black eye-lashes which seemed only to make them even stranger. My lips seemed fuller, with more colour and my skin seemed ever-so slightly paler, small dark circles hid beneath my eyes, but I noted that as probably having that bad nightmare last night. I shivered as I remembered. Chewing my lip, I quickly did my dark hair into a messy bun and looked away from the mirror, preventing the strange cat woman from looking at me any longer.

        I sat crossed legged on the bed, twirling a piece of escaped hair in between my fingers, humming quietly as I reached out carefully with my mind, searching for the Masters. His mind was otherwise engaged, his attention fully on Einstern, they were in the room where we were before, the window room the Master was previously held in was pitch black and the remains of the machine was still in tatters. I couldnt quite make out what Einstern was saying, it was too fuzzy, as though I was under metres of water, but I could tell that The Master was getting bored and annoyed all at the same time. Sighing, I pulled back to escape the thought of that vile Einstern and his monstrous machines of pain and death. My mood was lifted with the realization that I was going to see me family and friends today, wondering if they were OK and what they would think to this new transformation of mine.