Doctor Who - 04 - The Wrath of the Demonns

Doctor Who - 04 - The Wrath of the Demonns - Part 7

I heard a noise and turned; the TARDIS was disappearing!  I ran towards it, but I was too late.  It was gone.

Sighing and feeling extremely guilty, I walked back into my house.  I sat on the couch.  It felt wrong.  I heard a noise and whipped around.  There was someone here.  They – whoever they were – had stepped into the room just after me, and now the face was staring at me.  This is odd to explain, because the person didn’t seem to have a face.  Well, they did, but it was covered in a mask.  I couldn’t tell whether it was a man or a woman or a … thing.  It walked towards me.  I got off up the couch and began to back away.

“Hello,” I said cheerfully.  It didn’t reply.  “Oh, you’re not the talkative sort then, are you?  That’s fine.  I can probably talk for both of – oof!” This is where I bumped into the wall.  It stepped towards me one more time.  Had it not been wearing a mask, we’d have been practically nose-to-nose.  It brought one of its hands up and I flinched.  But it did nothing to hurt me. All it did was put its hand over the mask.  It grabbed the side and began to pull.  The mask was gone now.  I recognised that face.  That was…

“Brent?” I asked.  “Why are you wearing a mask?  And all black clothes?  And – oh, God, are those clothes from Mens Rea?  They are, aren’t they?  That’s why they’re black and that’s why you’re giving me the evil eye.” He really was.  I was quite frightened.  I opened my mouth but he covered it with his free hand.

“Sarah,” he began, “Shut up.  Seriously.  The whole time I have known you, you never stopped talking and you never let me get a word in.  It annoys me to no end.  The Brent you just left, the one with Amy and Rory and the Doctor,” why did he say those names with such spite? “It annoys him, too.  The whole Martin thing was him getting back at you.  Obviously, that didn’t work, so that’s where I come in.” Brent smirked at me.  Evilly.

You must understand, now, when I say “Evilly”, I do literally mean evilly.  It’s not just mocking or kind-of-not-nice, it’s really, really evil.  I was very, very scared. 

The hand covering my mouth dropped.  I was about to open my mouth, but then I thought better of it.  Brent put the mask back on and reached into his jacket.  He pulled out a long, sharp knife.  I drew in a sharp breath.  I tried to back away but the wall was still behind me.

I’m going to talk now and he isn’t going to stop me.  “Oh, my, GOD!  Brent, you are seriously insane!  What the hell is wrong with you?!”

“Wrong with me?” Brent exclaimed.  The mask made his voice gravelly.  It added to the fear factor, which is really something I could do without.

“Yes, wrong with you!  I don’t go around killing people!”

“Not yet.”

Two words.  Two words that caused me to freeze.

“Oh, got you there didn’t I?  I’m not going to kill you, by the way.  Don’t worry.  It’s only to hurt you and to teach you a lesson.  Maybe you’ll regenerate.  I don’t know.  I don’t care.”

He raised the knife.  He moved it around.  He stopped it around my right-hand kidney. “Yes,” he murmured, mostly to himself, “That’ll do.”

He plunged the blade in. I screamed.  He withdrew the blade. “See you later,” he said and walked out. 

Immediately after that, I heard the TARDIS materialising in the backyard.  

It was hard to stand, but I held strong.  I had to.

Voices, now.  And footsteps.  The Doctor entered the room.

“Oh,” I said quietly, clutching my side, which was bleeding freely.

The Doctor looked at me.  “Sarah…?”

“I might have a bit of a problem,” I said slowly.  I tried to move forward, but I stumbled and fell over.  “Ow,” I said as I attempted to roll onto my back.  The pain that coursed through me was nearly unbearable and it was all I could do to keep from screaming.  “Help,” I managed to choke out.  I heard the Doctor rush over and felt him turn onto my back.

“Sarah?” He asked.

“Y…Yeah?”

“I’m sorry, I’m… Just… forgive me?” 

I smiled – or at least, tried to.  “It’s ok, I -” I broke off and cried out.

The Doctor was frantic.  “Sarah!”

“I’m… Ok… You… might… need… AHH!!!”  I closed my eyes to try and block out the pain.  It didn’t work.

“Sarah?  What do I need?”

“Step... Back…”

The Doctor understood and pulled himself off the ground.

He held out a hand and I pulled myself up as well.  I struggled to stand, but after a few seconds I felt a new strength coursing through me, canceling out the pain and replacing it with something new.  I felt the regeneration energy pouring into my hands and into my head.  I was forced to spread my arms as I began to change.

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SEE?? SEE?! I TOLD YOU IT WOULD GET BETTER!!!! DIDN'T I SAY THAT? DIDN'T I SAY THOSE VERY WORDS?!!! I THINK I DID. Hah. Bet you're feeling pretty silly now, cos you wer probably thinking "Oh, this girl, she's gone insane, I don't want to hear about Martin, that doesn't matter. Ugh, this is SO. BORING."

HAH WELL YOU'RE WRONG NOW BECAUSE LOOK: SARAH'S DYING!!!

Tune in next week for part 8! =D HAHAHAHAHAH. okay I need to relax. . . BYEE ;)

(I actually feel so evil now it's not even funny)