Chapter 19

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"Eva!"

I turn around to face Autumn, tied to a metal pole with thick rope. 

"Autumn!" I scream, just now noticing the blood stained clothing she was wearing, and the marks across her face.

As I sprint over, I feel like there's a timer in my ear, ticking, just about to go off.

But what happens when it does?

I reach out for Autumn, until I'm thrown back by some sort of electric energy, not only shocking me, but making Autumn feel the pain.

I rush back over, then seeing a staircase that would lead me to her.

So I run to that.

But The second I step on the metal steps, glass closing around me, and I'm stuck in a small cylinder chamber. I start to kick and kick the glass, although it bounces back like it was more rubber than glass.

"Autumn!" I scream when I see at least 5 dark clothed figures walk behind her, and start to circle the pole.

I continue to kick and punch the glass, although I know it won't be any use, and all I'm doing is losing my strength.

The figures circle her until I can't see anything of hers, and I know I have to do something.

Fast.

So I start jumping, punching the top, hoping it'll pop off. And just as it does, the chamber comes down, and I moan.

"You have to be kidding me."

Then, I sprint up the stairs and into Autumn's cage,scared for what I might find.

And I was right to be scared.

Because I didn't find Autumn.

Just her corpse.

I scream and back into the electric wall, shocking me as I fall to the ground.

And if that wasn't bad enough, Autumn's voice echos in my mind. 

"When will you wake up?"

It starts as a whisper, but slowly her voice get louder and louder, until I can't bear it in my head.

"WAKE UP!!"

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I realize I'm laying down, and instantly bounce up, my face beaming with sweat.

"She's awake." Mia says blandly, staring into my wide and shocked eyes. What had just happened? 

The Nightmares, I understand. They were doing all of this to me. But why? I get that they want something from me, but what is it!? My soul? They'd have to get in line. What could possibly be so important that they'd need to shake me up?

My fear, maybe. Maybe they just want the pure joy of watching me scream. And I wouldn't let them get it. In fact, maybe this was a nightmare too. I might as well give them something to watch.

I rush out to inside a hall, and am surrounded by doors. How? I don't know. But I begged The TARDIS that whatever door I picked, there would be what I wanted.

And it worked.

The second I pull open a wooden door and run into it, my eyes lock onto multiple weapons, from Dalek blasters to simple knifes. So I grasp the nearest thing, which, had to be a Dalek blasty-thing. And just when I do, I hear pounding on the door, and the screwdriver targeting the door.

"C'mon." I hear Mia say from outside of the room, and I smirk.

"I can't it's locked. And this screwdriver is rubish at wood." I hear the second voice, reconizing it as The Doctor's.

But then I remember something. I didn't lock the door. Therefore, the TARDIS must have. Slick. I pat the wall smiling, then hearing a sigh. 

"The lock isn't wood though, right?" Mia questions him, and there's a pause before he answers, defeated.

"The TARDIS locked her in." He states, and I grin madly. This was great.

"I'm kicking it down." I hear Mia say, and I hear The Doctor gasp.

"No! Do you even understand what she would do to you!?" 

Smart guy.

Somehow, my trust for the TARDIS magically vanishes when she unlocks the door for them.

"I thought we had something going on!" I scowl, and aim my weapon at whoever was about to open the door.

And that's how I ended up with my gun pointed to The Doctor's head.

A/N

THIS MAY NOT BE THE BIGGEST CHAPTER BUT I REALLY WANTED TO UPDATE, AND I'M SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING DURING BREAK, BUT MY LIFE HAS BEEN TAKEN OVER BY THAT AUSTRALIAN TV SHO H2o, SO I HAVE A RIGHT. KINDA. SORTA. NOT REALLY. 

ANYWAYS, I HAVEN'T SEEN 12'S CHRISTMAS SPECIAL YETTTT BC MY TV IS MESSING UP WITH ME. UUUUGGGGGGGHHHHHHH. 

HELP ME.

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