The Doctor's Daughter

Chapter 6

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NO ONES POV / THIRD PERSON VIEW

Everyone sits in the tardis, silent with despair. "My daughter." Amelia whispers sadly. The doctor, still in his shredded clothes, nods. "She's not dead, though, Amy. They just took her away for what I assume would be bait. So we'd come and get her." Amy sullenly covers her face. River stands up in frustration. "Well it's not helping her to just sit around! Doctor, Mum, you found me when you wanted to! It just takes time and effort." She looks at us manically. "And," she continues, "I have a plan." The doctor and Amy return their gaze to look at River's, and slowly they each begin to smile.

The doctor gets up, filled with more enthusiasm then ever, and pulls the lever to make the tardis fly.

EMILYS POV / NOT THIRD PERSON VIEW

I wake up in ---- wait for it --- another dark room. Except no chains bind me to a chair. The walls, dusty and made from concrete, are bloodstained and show signs of previous struggles. I woke on a creaky old bed in the shady corner of the room, but now walk around my space, looking for an exit.

I know I'm not dead, I'm still alive. But the men must have taken me away from the place that, well, that they took the doctor in. Is the doctor still alive? Is River. Was my mom being there just a hallucination? I shake my head, trying to clear the negative thoughts from my head. The doctor will come and rescue me; I know he will.

I give up looking for an exit with a sigh, since the only door in the room is iron and is sealed tightly. Suddenly, I have a thought, and look down at the rest of me. Someone chained my clothes. I'm in a beautiful, white dress, with my hair curled nicely in a ponytail. My face is completely clean of blood and dirt and grime, as is the rest of my skin. And I completely, 100% hate it. Someone dressed me up like this, and worse, they saw me nude. My bra and underwear was changed too. My face turning bright red, I stomp back over to the door and begin pounding on it with all my might.

"Let me out! Tell me what's going on! I will freaking kill you all if it's the last thing I do! Slice all of your throats! Every! Last! One!" I screech at the top of my lungs, punching the door furiously. Giving up, I slide down the door with my back onto its cold surface, wiping angry tears from my eyes.

Suddenly, I hear the lock click on my door. Scrambling away from it and clumsily standing, I wait for it to be open. The man who tried to help me, the man who took the doctor, the man who tried to kill me; that's who comes in. I back away into the farthest wall, fear controlling my emotions.

The man grins, closing the door shut behind him. He then pulls out a rusty fork and some not-so-good-looking food. He then places it down on the floor and slides the plate and the fork across to me. "Eat," the man snarls. I slowly pick up the plate and the utensil and begin to eat the food. The meat, well, the meat tastes absolutely horrendous, as well as the peas and the rice. But, you gotta do what you gotta do. And frankly, I'm to hungry to mind.

As I continue shovel food into my mouth carelessly, the man begins to talk.

"We have taken you to an alien prison, where the most horrible, most evil aliens from around the universe end up. You are here because all these villains are enemies of the doctor, though not his greatest. Anyway, they will do horrible, horrible things to you the moment they know your here, since you're associated with the doctor."

The man grins. "You will live here in isolation, apart from the other villainous aliens here, and wait for him to come save you. When he does, your going to cry and be afraid of him, scream that he will hurt you and for him to get away from you. You're going to be completely, absolutely terrified of his arrival. And it will kill him inside. Then I will finish him off." He smirks evilly once more, then takes out a long, terribly dangerous looking needle. A high pitched, blood-curdling scream emits from my throat as the needle sinks itself into my vein. I start feeling drowsy again. But this time it's different; like something is controlling me.

I feel my lips turn into a smirk, which I never intended to do. "I'm ready." My voice comes out steady, almost amused. But... I didn't say it. I mean, I did, but I didn't mean to. On the inside, I am screaming at myself, trying so hard to control myself. Yet, I can't. Unwillingly, I shake the man's hand, still having that evil smirk on my face. Drowning internally.

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