The Doctor's Daughter

Chapter 23

Dean immediately begins to talk about what this thing is'nt. "Its definately not a demon, wizard, or an alien, but it does control elements and has supernatural powers. Could it possibly be something new, a new breed?" I think about what he jjust said, and shake my head slowly. "Yes, but I don't think that is it. The sonic screwdriver woouldhave picked up some traces of alien activity if that were the case."

Dean begins to retort, but I cut him off. "Shut up! Let me think for a second,'' I command, and Dean, a little taken aback, shuts his mouth and sits quietly. I squeeze my eyes shut and think about the circumstance, thinking about what Sherlock would do. It's not a demon, wizard, or alien, nor is it an undefinded mixture that we have yet to meet. No, it's something different. Then it dawns on me, and I laugh loudly, thinking of how brilliant that is. My laughing startles Dean, and he looks at me with wide eyes. I look back, and tell him what it is.

"It's a human. A psycopath would coulc control other species by manipulating them. A human that is after me. I will have to kill it, and its army is all of your fandoms enemies, so it wasn't hard for the man to convince them to come and kill us all. Prepare for battle against demons, wizards, aliens, districts, and everrything else that is against our good natured fandoms." I say with confidence, and Dean stands up, then quickly bends down to kiss my forehead.

"You are amazing. Thank you," He says in an almost cheerful voice, than rushes out the door in a frenzy to have a word with the others. I go too, more slowly, but just a little pride in my walk. I think about who the human is, and deep in thought, my walking ceases as I zone out. Every time I was with the doctor, possibly even before I met him, this man was in my life. This human clothed in black, always watching my every move from afar. Always causing destruction in my life. Why am I so important to it? Why is it after me?

I snap out of my trance when Dean comes into the hall which I wound up in, and he bends to my level. "Are you okay, Emily?" He asks me, trying to meet my eye. I'm not okay, because I just realized who has been watching me. My face floods with horror and I continue to look off into the distance, eyes wide and full of fear. Dean grabs my shoulders and begins to shake me. My hearing is warped, and everything sounds like an echo, but I can just make out a panicked voice calling for the doctor.

Everything is blurry, and clouded shapes overload my vision, reaching out to me. The world seems to spin, and I grip onto the person nearest to me, not caring who they are. I try to steady myself, and after a second my head stops swimming. A little dazed, I stare into the doctor's worried eyes and blink a couple of times. I finally can make out what they were saying to me, and answer dishonestly, since I can't tell the doctor who is after me in front of everyone else.

"I'm fine. Doctor, can I speak to you privately?" I ask, still a little loopy. The doctor nods, worry etching his every feature, and leads me into another room as the other Fandoms prepare for battle. Once inside, I stumble, trying to regain my footing, and fall to my knees, dizzy. The doctor scoops me up in his arms, placing me on a fancy lounging couch.

"Dean told you a human is the threat, right?" I ask half heartedly, closing my eyes and rubbing my head with tired hands. I open my eyes to see the doctor nod his head, and I continue. "It's Carl. It was all a wild goose chase, but it was him the whole time. He played me, got me to trust him. He-" I take a sharp breath, and hot anger boils inside of me. "He wants to kill me, because I killed his family. He wants revenge.'

The doctor questions about Carl's family, and how we met all of those other aliens that were after me. I begin to talk again, rather hesitantly. "When we went to that planet Panem? He was the old mans kid, I remeber him now. Him watching them torturing us. We blew up Panem, and somehow he escaped. Now it's all my fault. As for the other aliens, he convinced them to try to kill us, to lead us away from suspecting Carl. He used their hatred towards you, and it probably was a very manipulating circumstance." I get up, and wordlessly storm out of the room, the iron taste of hate filling my bones. I loved Carl, and now it's coming back to bite me? That jerk.

I stalk up to Dean, who was telling everyone how to prepare for this battle. I yank firmly on his sleeve, and I'm met with a very confused look in my direction. He finishes talking to everyone, then proceeds to turn to me. "I need one of the most ruthless weapoons you've got. Something that will bring a person to their knees, make them beg for mercy." My voice comes out colder than I expected, toneless and determined. Dean flinches when he hears my voice, and than asks me why. I shake my head and reiterate the question. Finally, with much convincing on my part, I get him to give me a couple weapons. I know for a fact that they aren't the most dangerous items he posesses, but for the sake of arguement and waste of time I take the weapons with a curt nod.

One is a cuved knife, blade so sharp it gleams, and I can see that the edges have been traced with posion. I could torture Carl with it, which is the only thing that matters. Next I carefully examine the small pocket dagger I was given for emergencies, with gold embedded in its point. Useful, I guess. Finally, after looking at my hatchet, machette, pocket gun, and rifle, I finally take great care to clean my final piece. It's a knife, long and gruesome looking, with a handle to grip and a blade to clean. My hand tingles with an odd sensation when I hold it, and a great deal of power floods throughout me.

I put the dagger in my pocketand strap the knife to my back. I then holster the gun and sheath the (what I assume is) sword, leaving behing the machette and the rifle for other people to use. Once everyone has prepared to face their enemies, hunters against demons, districts against capital, wizards against dark lords, time lord against aliens, we all gather in the lobby-like room with tense movements.

I stand on a table, knowing fairly well that I was the appointed leader, and make a pre-battle speech.

"I can't promise you that we will leave this battle unscathed. Can't guarantee that everyone will live. But i can promise you this; We will win this, with grusome scars and bloodlusted revenge, but the survivors of us will be free. We fight for revenge, for freedom, for family and loved ones, for everything that matters. So I promise that we will win this horrific and unfair battle, but to do so I need you all to work together, to fight hard and proud, and to grieve only after the war is finally over. We fight as one united team, fandoms pulling together and rising to power. Think how unbeatable we can be, if you only bear with me. Now clean your weapons and polish your armor, because we will go out their looking like warriors, and walk away free like champions. Rise with me now, and cheer for our yearning victory!" I end as a war cry, and the fandoms, all bunched as one, scream with me, a sound with pride.

Their fear that before masked all of them is gone, and confidence slowly fills the hearts of each and every being in the room. The doctor and Dean stand together away from the group, smiling at me. And I feel whole again, like a black, gaping hole inside of me had been filled. It's time for battle.

Well hello there! So the battle is in the next chapter, and I brought Carl back as a villian. Ooooo. I think that the caring she had for him is now long gone, so its safe to say that the next chapter will be full of death, destruction, and despair. Anyways, how many more chapters should I do before this ends? Like what is a good number? And I'm thinking about writing a sequel after it ends, so comment what you think about that. Love you beauties!!