Chapter seven •black•

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This chapter is dedicated to someone who has been SO supportive and SO encouraging in the making of this story. I am so blessed to have someone love my story as much as you phantomoftheopera101 (: I thank you so much my friend!!! Enjoy!!!

Ps: sorry it's a short chapter.

We run across the yellow plane as fast as our legs can take us. I can't help but look behind me, at the newly appearing Derogue. Her molecules swirl around the silhouette, and then they form the creature. It immediately looks around for us. When it finds us, it bolts toward us at an unsettling pace.

I fall behind suddenly as I gaze at the black spot where its-my eyes should be.

"Come on!" I hear as the Doctor grabs my hand and pulls me on. I stumble at first, then I regain my balance.

I struggle to keep up with the Doctor, and the Derogue is fast approaching. I was never much of an athlete. Sure I could throw a football, but I never joined a team.

A rush of pain surges through me as I am throne away from the Doctor's comforting grasp. I reach my hands out in front of me as I fall onto the harsh ground of this planet. The bandages I once wore fell away, and unhealed flesh was exposed. The wind was knocked out of me, and I struggled to breath.

I turn my head to see the monster on top of the Doctor. It punches and slaps his face with its dark hands. I struggle to get up, but I can't manage it. My hands are raw and I can't put pressure on them. I call out to him, but find no voice to hear. I still struggle to breath even one breath, with each attempt making my sight grow darker. I see his arm finally fall to the ground, tool in hand, he releases it, and somehow all hope fades into the blackness of my vision.

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