Doctor Who - 04 - The Wrath of the Demonns

Doctor Who - 04 - The Wrath of the Demonns - Part 2

We arrived, not, as I had hoped, in the TARDIS, but in a futuristic city.  Everything was annoyingly shiny and revoltingly … well, revolting.  It’s not like there were dead bodies strewn throughout the streets or anything, but it was almost as though the people of the city were trying to make the city fit in somewhere it just didn’t belong.  There was definitely something wrong here.

And no Doctor in sight.

Come to think of it, nobody was in sight.

“Where is everyone?” Brent asked. 

            “That is worrying.”

I looked around.  Nothing nearby would suggest anything was out of the ordinary, except the lack of people.  There were roads, but no traffic on them, which, for a city this big and central, is unusual.  As far as I could tell, the huge sparkling rounded buildings on either side of the road were completely empty.  Which, of course, is also odd.

“What happened here?” I asked.

“What do you mean, ‘what happened’?” Brent asked.

“Well, this city is huge.  You can tell from just this one street.  It’s midday in what must be the main street, you can tell from how the buildings are arranged.  But there’s nobody around, no cars, or vehicles of any kind, or… anything.  Something must have happened to make everyone leave.”

“Something bad, no doubt.”

“Yes.  Let’s try our best to find the Doctor before we run into the bad, whatever it is.”

“No.  I think we should learn to fend for ourselves instead of having to depend on the Doctor all the time.”

“Look, I know you’re a teenager and you want to rebel, but - ”

“No! No, it’s not like that!  We need to be able to take care of ourselves!  Yes, the Doctor can help us, but we’re quite capable of dealing with this on our own.” 

“A very noble statement,” a voice behind us said.  “Completely untrue, of course, and entirely unreasonable, but noble all the same.”

Brent and I turned around.  A man stood behind us.  He was, as far as I could tell, human.  He was tall and thin, wearing dark clothes.  In fact, his entire aura was dark.

“Oh, I know where we are,” I said, almost happy with myself.

“What, really?” Brent asked.

“Yes, really.  The closest translation I can give you is ‘Mens Rea’, which is Latin for ‘guilty mind’.  It’s a human colony, about 600 years in your Earth’s future.  They spread out, etc, etc, here we are today.”

“Why ‘guilty mind’?”

“Because, whatever intention one from this planet may have is reflected in the style and colour of their clothes.”

“Oh, an intelligent one.  And such a young age too.  I’d say colour me impressed, but you’d know if I was lying,” the owner of the voice said.

“Ha, ha.  Very funny.  You’re an intellectual, you are, I can tell.  What’s your name?”

“Why would I tell you?”

“Recognition.  You want to, you see.  You want us to guess, and get it wrong, so that when you tell us, you can laugh and generally feel superior to us.  That isn’t going to work, though, because we don’t want to know your name.”

“I want to know!” Brent said.

I closed my eyes and sighed.  “Yes, well way to ruin a great plan, Brent.  Now that he knows that, he’ll tell us and then probably have to kidnap us.  Way to go!”