The Light of Gravity [Doctor Who]

Chapter 2

“Argh…Ever since I saw that blue light—” The christmas light bulbs trembled as I pointed at them. As I stared deeply into them I noticed that they were blue. Then I remember that vision I had, as if I was floating in outer space.

“What did he mean by forgetting my mission?” I blabbered once I noticed the bus approaching. 

I dashed to the bus stop. The massive public transit pulled up. The doors shoveled opened and the warmth air slowly escaped. As I entered I noticed that the driver looked awfully, his skin looked as if it was painted baby-blue. I believed he looked awfully sick. However, I didn’t stay there to chat his sickness. I silently took a deep breath, paid up my fare and walked down to the passenger seating.

There was a couple sitting in the middle of the section. 

“Merry Christmas, my dear,” the elderly women smiled at me. 

I nodded and repeated the same phrase but in Spanish. “¡Feliz navidad!”

“Ooh! How sweet!” She laughed and chatted with her companion. 

I smiled and reverted my eyes to the lights. They began to flicker again. I bit my lip, preventing the grinning growing in my face, and took a seat and tried to see past the foggy window. The bus pulled away until a small blue light flashed a couple times on the right side of the vehicle. The bus came to a halt. However, the driver didn’t do anything to open the doors. So the person at the other side once again twinkled the blue light to a horse’s hurried heart beat. 

My neck craned upwards. I noticed a young man set foot from the hazy environment. He slipped his long silver apparatus into his brown wool coat.  His hands pulled out some chain as the bus returned to its route. I stared as he paid and headed to the seats in the bus. 

“Hey there, my name’s Mr. Armstrong.” He waved at me and headed to the seat next to me. I observed him smile, but I didn't want him to sit next me; he could sit anywhere in this bus.

He chuckled and said, “No need to push.”

I didn’t know what he meant. I was a couple inches away from him; my arms were relaxed and my legs were poised together face-front.

“How am I pushing you?” I replied, while I frowned at him. 

“You are manipulate gravi—” But he stopped talking and glared at the driver, whom was watching us from the one of his mirrors. 

The moment my eyes blinked the driver swerved the bus forcefully. I slammed my cheek on to the window and yelped. The boy fell on to the floor. He jumped up and took out the long mechanical machine that produced the blue light and pointed it at the window next to me. The blue light from earlier flashed speedily along with a rapid beeping noise. The window swung open, while I attempted to grip onto the seat. 

Without killing another millisecond, he switched the direction of his device towards the driver. The small apparatus beeped jarringly at the wheel and the dashboard sparked into small flames. I extended my right arm towards him and flung my hands. He released the gadget, flew from his hands and screeched, as if it was frightened of the sudden flight. 

The young man looked at me with his eyes wide open and sprinted towards his bizarre flashlight. He leaped towards it before the driver wheeled the wheel counterclockwise. 

I scrutinized the wheel and thought about the breaks. I knew that I could stop the bus from moving if I lifted it from the road. So I unclasped the seat and closed my eyes. I placed them in my lap and moved my arms and hands upwards. The moment I did that the bus began to hover slowly up. I peeked and caught sight of the tiny white snow falling steadily. The only normal thing in my life at the time.

The resurrected device beeped and I jolted upwards at it. I glared at the boy while he pointed it at the driver. I hoped it was the last time he would use it. 

He turned his head in my direction, “An exceptional performance, but next time don’t fling my sonic screwdriver away from me,” he said. 

I understand what he meant; the bus was still floating and it felt effortlessly.

Then he returned his gaze at the blue being, who unveiled itself during the commotion. Its face glowed with tiny blue lights and its hair radiated with dark blue strands. It looked like a blue statue glued with blue christmas lights. 

“So what do we have here?” The young man asked as he observed his sonic screwdriver. (That didn’t look like a screwdriver at all). More like a metal tube with a blue light on the tip which makes a irritating alarm-like beep.

“Ahhh!” He cried as he pressed the button on the little machine. The sonic screwdriver seemed to move the direction he was pointing at. When he stopped moving it, he was pointing it at me. 

“Ooh! I knew it!!” He exclaimed as he returned his gleaming eyes at the unknown alien. “You know what that means Xous?” After a paused moment, he continued, “The Doctor will know about the things the Xous are doing.” 

Once again the horrid noise sprung to life as he pointed it at the smokey dashboard. At a flick of flame, the alien whisked his fingers upwards and the two passengers onboard disintegrated into blue mist-like smoke. 

The next thing I knew was that I was being shoved out the window against my own force. The fresh cool air brushed my air away and steadily descended the icy road. Then boy from the bus jumped out and landed on top of me. 

“Ow!” I cried out.

“Sorry, sorry!” He got up instantly and brushed my back, as if it will invert the slam from earlier. 

“Where’s my sonic screwdriver? Do you see it anywhere?” I gesture my hands to feel where the light object was. I flung his sonic thingy at his coat. Although he had it, something felt wrong, like smelling the scent of cooper after preparing a meal. I glanced up and noticed that the bus had shifted into a metal plane ship shaped as a triangle.

“What the f— What do we do?!”

“Follow me!” He yelled and started to pace rapidly towards a dark alley.

“Should I at least bring it down or something?”

He stopped and turned around. “What? No! Get away it will shoot lasers at you,” he said and returned to his run.  As he sprinted he screamed, “If you don’t catch up I will sonic the hell of this thing!”

That got me bolting ahead of him in a few seconds. I could’t believe that I was sprinting away from a spaceship the day before Christmas. All I could think on that day: Alleluia! At least someone knew what was going on.