Star Bound

Men in Black

"The real doctor hates wine, now what did you to him. I paralyzed every part of his body but the lips, so start talking." I narrow my eyes.

My hearts almost stop when I see the steak knife in the doctors hand.

"YOU WERE GOING TO STAB ME?!"
I back into the table behind me.

Yet the knife was not the part that terrified me.

"So it's me you want... Who are you with?! WHAT DO YOU WANT WITH ME?!"

A this point most of the saner people in the building had up and left.

"You are clever, timelord. We will not underestimate the target again." The doctor mumbles from against the table.

I leap toward him, ripping a pistol out of my purse and setting it against the doctors head.

"Tell me who you are right now and how you know me." I demand, my voice shaky.

"I wouldn't do that. You will kill your friend with me." I swear if the doctor could smirk creepily he would be right now.

"No. He can just regenerate. You will die."

"There your wrong, timelord. Your lipstick cut off all bodily functions except the heart, correct?"

"Yeah, so what."

"Regeneration."

"Crap."
Well, for the sake of our readers, lets just assume I said crap.

"Yes, timelord. If you want your friend to survive, give yourself up."

"You really don't know me at all do you. I'm no timelord."

I whip around, facing the reception desk, the person standing there look terrified.

His face was covered by a shadow of a potted plant, and wore a black suit.

I pulled the trigger and watched his black suit disappear into dust.

I sit the doctor up in his seat and watch as the cloud in his eyes vanishes.

He mutters five last words before it washes out of him.

"Would you prefer, Weeping Angel?"

The vibrant image of the restaurant packed with people I saw earlier returns around us.

Illusion?

Even the shattered glass of wine on the tables had turned to dust.

In a few short moments when the doctor wakes, he will have no memory of this encounter with the men in black.

But let it be said that I have had enough blood on my hands in my past.

Too many innocents have lost their lives because of my petty emotions.

Enough of the doctor blood.

I wish I could've learned from where I've been. Rethinking my feelings for him should solve everything, even if I'm too weak to see my future.