(11/Clara Doctor Who) Shadows of a ghost

It takes me to knock you down

They both rotated their heads to observe whatever it was hiding behind the dark shade, until she guided her self into a small patch of light.

"River what are you doing here?" the Doctor eyed the lady with the fuzzy mane of blonde hair, ready with all the gear she owned strapped on to her belt.

"Be happy that I came, now shut up"

River returned her connection to the bogus Clara, already sensing that she wasn't the real material by the looks of her actions.

"You look very appealing Clara" 

"I try my best"

River watched as Clara unhooked her fingers away from his wrist and glided her way towards her fresh prey. She could sniff the dry produced blood from ceiling to floor.

"You maybe wondering what or who I am"

"I know what you are"

"But do you know who I am?" she smirked, zapping her self in different positions in the room, which didn't impress her minor audience.

River seized on to the handle of the blaster, extracting it away from the level pegging attraction to the belt. She steered it towards Clara, lips clenched together.

"Oh not that fast, you still haven't wrote a death certificate for this one" Clara taunted, pushing a finger towards the Doctor who bowed down to reach for isolated screwdriver.

He was aching for that metallic instrument, she wouldn't let it happen though.

She quickened her pace towards him, launching the sonic into her hold. Her palms met together as she crumpled the item into sections, her fingers abusing ever inch of it.

Taking the pieces, she smashed them against his face, constructing wounds gashing from the shards of metal which punctured into his damaged coating.

Before she could make any progress, River blasted a gun loaded with laser outcomes. The green flare sparked it's way through the room, adjusting it's route towards Clara.

The beam pierced through her, missing terribly, it strikes upon the Doctor.

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The fair head paused for a second, her posture stiff and her mouth agape at the limp body.  She was ashen, and the cringe worthy sight of the rush of blood which leaked through his scalp was distracting, but in other words depressing. 

There was that rush of a tingling sensation drowning through her body but soon disappeared as her feet became one again. The gun was rightfully positioned back to her strap. 

Clara tilted her neck slightly confused with the woman's calm reaction, but didn't know the boiling atmosphere which was building up inside of her. 

"You seem peaceful" she spoke. Her voice was croaky, and it hinted a certain change to River.

"Yes" Rivers voiced seemed harsher and stronger, but she couldn't let her certain mood drop. There was a warmth across her forehead and her palms sensed sweat. Wanting to stay cool, she lessened her pace through breathing heavily.

"But why, mother?" the youth of Clara's voice reached her throat again. It was smooth and faint, almost innocent. A child. A schoolgirl. River could almost smell the delicacy off her as they stood few feet away.

A daughter. The title 'mother' wasn't communicated to her, she was sure of it. However, it was sure a silly costume to the tone of speech.

Her eyes glanced down at the body lying beneath a pair of feet- Clara's. Flakey and bitten, blood flow must had been weak. 

"Who are you?" River sighed as their connection met again.

"You already asked me that. Remember?" Clara mocked.

"You never gave me an answer" 

The reply was silent and then a soft melody. It hummed it's way throughout the interior, the murmured sound of the keys of a piano, then a tick of a lullaby hitting against the wooden pendants.

There was a frosty chill which swam down Rivers spine and that nerve which kept her fingers away from the blaster. She wasn't afraid, it was the feeling of being afraid which frightened her. The feeling that who was dead and who wasn't. The place said it all.

"Tell me I know you" Her teeth was clenched together as the lullaby became forceful.

-Will continue!-