He Only Comes Once (Doctor Who FanFiction)

37. Taken

37. Taken

Run. Run as fast as you possibly can and never look back. That is one of the most important lessons that one must learn. The one lesson that I must never abandon or take for granted. It's what keeps me alive, if what keeps me away from it. It's found me. It's chasing me and it will to the end of the universe itself. The weapon.

It's the Doctors fault. No, it was the TARDIS's fault. She new that if she formed the cracks in all of time and space then this would happen. She knew she could get the Doctor to reset the Universe and she was clever enough to do it. But for what exactly? To keep me away? I would have stayed away by myself.

I could feel my feet as they tripped beneath me, muscles burning as though they were set on fire. I wished to hit my head on a rock or be hit by a car. I wished for some unfortunate accident to take my life before evil would corrupt my soul once again.

The truth is quite unsettling really. How I've been able to run this long is a mystery all in itself. I could hear the slow buzzing of an engine approaching, the Weapon drawing closer to me.

I kept telling myself that this was no time to give up but I found that I lost control of my arms, couldn't even move them to push myself off of the dirt floor. I could feel my heart pounding within me, almost as though it was getting ready to explode. The taste of blood filled my throat. With one last energized breath I managed to push myself onto my back.

The lights of the tiny shuttle carrying the Weapon approached.

I don't know what I was thinking. I was thinking of Rory. Mind you not that I fancy him at all. It was just that no matter how many times I told him he would die, he did. Where was I? Where was I with my helping hand? What could I have done? Was it all for me, was my hiding for me, or for the Universe? Rorys death versus the death of the Universe.

I remember as I my younger self leaning against the wall of the TARDIS, so close to death. I only stood and watched her from afar, tears pouring down my face. I guess you don't truly see yourself until you see the younger you laying for your mistakes.

I remember Amy's screaming. How frantic she was, trying to get back to Rory. How the light took him to be its prisoner, erased from existence forever.

But I saw, I saw his future with Amy. I saw it in the past where they were happy together. Their wedding day, I remember it all too well.

It's all definitely in the past now.

A searing pain sprung from my leg, climbing up spine slowly as though to torture me.

But I also remember as Rory came back. Yes he did. He was one of the Roman soldiers. He's the last centurion. He's the love of Amy's life. He was the one who saved us in the time of great need, took a life, but guarded it for 2000 years. Rory the Roman, why do you come to mind when my end is near?

A light encircled me, blazing, blinding my eyes. The buzzing of the tiny ship lowered down to be on top of me. It scorched my skin as it landed on top of me. Clamping metal claws into my very bones to keep me down. I did not scream out for help, there was no point to that. I only gritted my teeth, not letting the Weapon take satisfaction in my pain.

The tiny ship opened up as the mainframe chip of the Weapon came crawling out on spider-like legs. It held no care for leaving burning imprints in my skin as it crawled to my head. The metal claws of its ship sinking their claws even further into the bone of my arms, legs, and sternum as it crawled over my face, reaching the back of my head.

The Weapon could feel the gap in my skull, it's perfect fitting place. The smell of burning hair filled my nose as it cleared its 'rightful' spot.

All of me was screaming to struggle, to flee, to to against any pain it could ever lay upon me, but there was no hope. There was no point. My demise was right here.

A shriek of pain escaped my mouth as the Weapon drilled its way back to its spot on the back of my head. The metal claws sunk into my bones, forming an undetectable outline for things yet to come. The rest of the tiny ship detached from the claws and came to my back. My body was painfully lifted off of the ground as the machinery drilled its way to my spine.

So we meet again love. The hypnotic voice of the Weapon spoke once again in my head.

I wanted to scream out for it to get out of my head, but it had me tightly in its grasp now. From its command I stood up. Pain searing through me since the Weapon provided no physical support.

This is so nice. I miss you so very much love. The Weapon hissed its horrid tongue as he took over all of my body, making sure everything was under its control once again.

I tried to suck in a breath, but even my breathing was not mine to command. A tear fell out of my eye, one formed long before, it was not of pain, but of pity. It was a pity for what plague I have now set upon the Universe.

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Hello again my fellow readers. Yes I know it's been forever, and I'm a horrible procrastinator, and really have had not much time to myself considered all my extensive schooling. But lets look on the bright side... I'm back to writing for a while, while I'm inspired to get as much of this done again. Just know I haven't completely bailed out on you guys. And I want to thank you all for staying with this story for as long as you have. :D