The Raggedy Doctor (raggedy) wrote in return_paradise, @ 2012-01-07 22:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: owen harper, character: the doctor, character: the master, location: cemetary, location: lawrence kansas |
Who: the Doctor and Open
What: Return
Where: Stull Cemetery
When: Jan 7th late
Rating: R
Status: Open
He could still hear them, the screams sharp and clear as ever. His pulse racing as he ran through the dark corridor blindly. He'd left his sonic and dropped his flashlight the last time one had managed to grab ahold of him, the pain in his side from where her claws had dug in throbbing with each beat of his heart. He wasn't sure just how many had survive, but he wasn't going to stop and take count. Not when the inhabitants of the colony were a bit busy decapitating each other and attempting to do the same just about every time he ran into one. He kept the weapon that he'd recieved from his rescuer down at his side, knowing it wasn't meant for this task. It'd once been a tool, used for repairing ships. A cutter of some sort, he couldn't quite remember the name now. But it sliced through any material without hesitation meaning that it'd cut through monsters and the like just as easily. His stomach churned at the thought and the mental image that'd brought on. The spring of memories he'd just begun to suppress.
Shut up. Run., he told himself, rounding a corner and damn near slamming into something soft. His body protested the impact between that and the floor and while the Doctor couldn't make out the exact features of whoever was above him, the heart stopping growl followed by the shriek of a roar was enough to send him scrambling backwards on the floor as it dove forward. he could make out just the faint glimmer of something sharp before it caught his side, the pain making him gasp out despite his previous restraint not to. It only always drew more. The scent of blood and a call for help. No one here was going to save him, so he was just going to have to hut up and do it himself. He snapped himself out of the shock as whatever was in his side twisted, giving one sharp kick to throw off his attacker, the sharp shriek of pain that emanated from it giving him a sickening rush of relief even if it was short lived. It dove again, but this time he was ready, aiming the cutter calmly and pulling the trigger. It was hard to ignore the splatter of blood, but he tried his best as the scent sank in.
He locked himself in the first room he found after that, blindly feeling his way around the walls. A light tap of his fingers brought the emergency controls on and a fleeting feeling of hope. He'd wandered into a sub-storage area, the lockers adorning the walls filled with weapons and various supplies, but his eyes were drawn to one key item. A blue police box in the very center of the room. "So this is where you've been hiding...that's not fair, you know.", he murmured softly, his fingers brushing against the doors gently. "I searched everywhere...I lost my sonic...everything. And you just...you're safe." He forced himself to stop talking as something slammed itself the door, making him very nearly jump out of his skin. The noise that followed prompted him to action, opening the doors with a snap of his fingers and stepping into...
"A graveyard...", he murmured, his voice sounding small and broken as he turned and noticed that neither the TARDIS nor the room he'd come from were behind him. "That's grim...even for me." He let himself slump down, his fingers pressing to his side and coming back stained in red. At least if he was going to die here he sort of imagined the right place to do it. He slumped back against the mausoleum wall, keeping his weapon up and ready as he closed his eyes. He'd be ready for them when they came. If he was going to die, it wasn't going to be without a fight.