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Chapter Thirteen - Doctor Who

The Doctor opened his eyes. He was lying on the floor in a dirty cell. Screams, shrieks, and other horrifying sounds of pain and agony filled the air.

The Doctor looked around, dusting off his pinstriped suit and subconsciously wondering where his trench coat had gone.

He stood up. Where was he? Where were the others? Rose?

The last thing he remembered was...oh. All the villains congregated on the rooftop. They explained their plan. The Doctor wouldn't be making this out alive if they succeeded in casting their spell...neither would Rose...or Dean.

The Doctor breathed slowly and started to observe the cell he was being kept in. It was small and dark, extremely dirty. It seemed like soot from a fireplace had completely covered the rusty floor and walls. Tones of dark red were also spattered everywhere. Blood. The Doctor turned around, there were thick black bars that stood from the floor to the ceiling, a small door stood in the middle of them.

The Doctor ran a hand through his hair and rumaged around for his sonic- oh, well of course they took it.

He gave up and sat down on the filthy floor, awaiting whoever might come. The screams and shrieks of agony still filled the air. Poor souls cried for help, when none would come.
The Doctor clapped his hands over his ears and pulled his knees up to his chest. He remembered these screams. They sounded exactly like the screams he heard the day Gallifrey was destroyed. The day he burned it, killing billions innocent Time Lords and Time Lord children.

The radio had been left on inside the TARDIS when the Doctor had stood back and watched Gallifrey burn. Calls for help from millions of Time Lords echoed through the console room.

The Doctor had stood rooted on the spot, tears flowing down his face. He could've just simply turned the radio off. Or covered his ears. But instead he listened, as a punishment of some sort.

So many cries for help came through as Gallifrey burned. But only one stuck in his mind.

"Please help me! My mummy and daddy are gone! Everything is gon-" The little girl's voice was cut off by a cracking noise. And after that the radio went dead. The deafening silence was possibly more terrifying than the shrieking voices.

Those same voices screeched throughout the prison. The Doctor hadn't realized but he had curled up into a tight ball on the floor. He touched his face, big wet tears were rolling down his cheeks.

"You didn't save me." A tiny voice said sternly. The Doctor looked up and jumped. A little girl with red hair and chocolate brown eyes glared down at him. She wore the traditional Gallifreyan clothing, and the Doctor knew, this was the girl that he failed to save. The girl that had done nothing to aid in the suffering that the Time War had brought. And the Doctor had killed her for the deeds of others.

She looked a bit ghostly, which is probably what she was. "I-I'm sorry. I am s-so sorry." The Doctor choked out.

The girl stared down at him. Anger burning in her eyes. "I watched my mummy and daddy burn. The ground was hot as if hell itself was breaking loose, and then...everything went black." The Doctor stared back at the girl. His regret was stronger than ever.

"You have to forgive me." He managed to say to her.

There was a long pause, as if the girl was considering this, though she showed no emotion on her face.

Finally, she spoke. "What happened on that day can't be forgiven." Without warning, a sharp pain from his arm came out of no where. He gasped and looked down at his arm and realized she had sliced into him with a knife. She held it in her left hand, it dripped with the Doctor's blood.

Again. Slice. This time across his cheekbone. Slice. Across his chest. The Doctor sobbed and cried in pain. He would rather die than be here. But this is the punishment that he deserved. He deserved this, for committing genocide on not just his own race, on countless others.

The girl backed up as the door of the cell creaked open. The Doctor curled up into a ball, not wanting to see what horror he faced next. Maybe it was his granddaughter, Susan, angry at him for leaving her. Maybe it was Sarah-Jane, Adric, Grace. Maybe it was Jackie Tyler who just wanted her daughter back.

Instead, the Master's voice filled the room. "Thank you, Andia, that will be enough." There was whispering noise and a cold breeze. The girl was gone. The Doctor looked up at his enemy.

"That was her name. Andia. You killed her." The Master said, carefully stepping over some blood that trickled from the Doctor's stomach. He crouched down to eye-level with the Doctor. "You look awful. I suppose that's what hell does to you."

The Doctor said nothing. Not only the physical pain hurt, but the emotional pain was overwhelming. He was at a loss for words.

"Yes, this is the real hell. The afterlife for people who failed in pleasing their all-mighty God." The Master said.

"Just get it over with." The Doctor hissed. He just wanted to die. He'd lived so long, it was time for it to be over.

"Get what over with?" The Master asked. His voice had a mask of friendliness drawn over it.

"Take the final ingredient for your spell. And then kill me. Make sure I don't regenerate." The Doctor said stiffly.

The Master's dark stare returned and his friendly mask fell away. "Of course. Whatever you wish."

"Just get me out of this hell that I'm in." The Doctor said and stood up, wiping his face.

The Master helped the Doctor limp along the hallway. The physical pain was so much, the Doctor couldn't even feel it anymore. At the end of the hallway, the blue police box stood.

On either sides of the hallway, cells just like the one the Doctor had been in held different people, they reached out for him, screaming out for help.

The Doctor looked down. Even if he did rescue all these souls, it wouldn't cover how many souls that he had damned to hell. He was sure that thousands of them were here. Innocent people that he'd killed in cold blood.

The Master said nothing as he helped the Doctor lean against his beloved box. The Master unlocked the doors and carefully helped the Doctor inside.

All of the other villains stood around the console, laughing and drinking.
Crowley spread his arms as he saw them enter the TARDIS. "Ah, our final ingredient!" He laughed.

"It wasn't hard to break him. Just remind him of his failure to save innocents, and all of a sudden he doesn't care about living anymore." The Master said cooly as he set the Doctor to sit down in a chair by the console.

A small voice at the back of the Doctor's mind kept yelling, "You want to live! You have so much to live for! Think about the people that you've saved!"

The Doctor pushed it away. He couldn't escape his fate now, especially not with the condition that he was in currently. He couldn't even walk on his own.

He was doomed to live the rest of his life as a human, always haunted by dreams and distant memories of his previous life as a Time Lord.

And the Doctor was okay with that.

A/N: That was a longer chapter to make up for the extremely short last one.

Oh, you think reading that was painful? Imagine writing it. This is the first time I've actually cried over something that I've written. I feel like I've been hit by a train. This is awful. I'm just going to curl up in a ball on my bed and stare into the void and question why I decided this should be in my story.