The Second Beginning

The Girl

The next few months was like battle school. I must know my enemies, their weaknesses, their strengths, their purposes, their strategies. I must know myself, my weaknesses, how to fight properly, my best tactics.

Like the humans, for instance. A sadly stupid race. Admit it. They're all stupid. They are their own enemies. They hate each other, they never seem to get along. I would have to fight them more than any other race.

Then came the last day. The last day I would stay in DimensionRift with a The Oracle.

"Today is your final day here, Professor. You are a dear friend of mine, so I will answer one question. Any question you have ever wanted to know the answer to."

I thought. I thought long and hard. Stop laughing. Then so finally came up with it.

"Who will need my help most? Who in this entire multiverse will need my help more than anyone?"

"Are you sure this is your question?"

"One-hundred percent sure."

"Her name is Rachel E. Zeszilman. You will find her in London. I am going to send you to her, because right now, her journey in which she needs your help is about to start. Goodbye."

"Goodbye, Oracle. Thank you. You were a great friend, and a great help."

And before I can say anything else, a brilliant white light comes out of my watch, and there's something that sounds like a fizzle, and then I'm there. Just a neighborhood in London, fedora on my head, blazer making it look like I'm wearing football padding, brown shoes like I just came from preforming a really messed up school band performance. I hear birds chirping. The sun is out today, which is rare in London. The grass is illuminated and it looks the color of my unnaturally green eyes.

Then it happens. This is where it all starts. I hear the first one, screaming something about the death of all humans. Dang, The Oracle was right, they sound they have really bad walkie-talkie reception. Then people start screaming as well. And then I see them. Plunger, whisk, eyestalk, and trash can. "What kind of army robot shell is this?" is what I'm thinking before one of them shoots a laser at a car, and I get thrown back by the blast. Then I see her. I instantly know I'm going to have a good time protecting her. She's probably a little bit talker than me, but I'll grow. She has brown eyes, and medium-long brown hair, and she's got that style that says "I know this went out of fashion but screw it and screw you." She's wearing a denim jacket and blue jeans with a black short sleeved shirt. I was staring at her, soaking her in, for a full three seconds before remembering the task at hand: save the girl, kill the Daleks. So save the girl I did. The entire left side of her house was blown off, and I saw a body of an adult male that didn't really look like her so I assumed he was her uncle or caretaker of some sort. Well, he was gone, and she was screaming, and there I was, doing nothing like an idiot. I ran up to her, and over the ringing in my ears I yelled "Are you okay?!"

"Who are you?" She obviously didn't care what state she was in, her eyes just said "help me out of here, dude"

"I'm The Professor! Come with me if you want to live!"

"What are these things?"

"Daleks! Now get out of here, they'll kill you in one shot!"

"Okay!"

So I ran her over to behind a car, and told her to stay safe. Then I went out and timespiked all the Daleks in the eyestalk. As they ran around, blinded, I managed to somehow get the luckiest few shots of my life and shoot them through the stalk hole and into their actual alien head.

But I wasn't quite fast enough. One managed to get me in the side before it went down, and I blacked out.