InsaneJournal

It had been two days in Vas Captio that the Doctor had been missing. Really, for them, he hadn't been missing at all. No, they'd been plagued with a corpse; a body with holes in it's hands and other injuries that made the listless, brain hungry creature grotesque. That corpse would stay, of course, left unanimated and dropped in the bed of one Rose Tyler. The Doctor, however, this 11th incarnation of him, he'd be dropped far outside the main town in the woods. He was butted right up against the glass wall, his back pressed there like he was just taking a nap. Really, that's how he'd fallen asleep where he'd last been. He'd spent a week in Vas Captio. A week where he saw the entire place decimated. It wasn't burned or flooded or shaken to bits. No, he saw all the people turned into hard, metal beings who wanted nothing more than to sculpt everyone else to be just like them. He'd worked hard, very hard. Every day he saw the numbers dwindle. There were the obvious people who wouldn't listen - who had to work their own plans. They were the first to be upgraded. Placed in tin suits, their corpses turned to offel. It didn't take long before they had them all. Even Rose and Sarah Jane. Even Remy. Even Jack and Ianto. They'd incapacitate that other Doctor, leaving him braindead in a heap. It was awful. Because this Doctor knew after that second day that these weren't just cybermen; these were product of the management and they were put here specifically to torture him. And they did.
The metallic husks of his friends wandered the town, void of emotion but retaining their own voices. He could hear them, but he'd never be able to save them - never be able to undo the harmn that had been done. AT the brink of exhaustion he'd wandered out to the wall, the cybermen slow moving in the forest it was the only place he might go to hide - to maybe find someone they hadn't managed to get. To find anyone to remind him that he was not, in fact, alone. Leaning against that glass, sliding down the Doctor saw the shadows of glinting metal figures coming, always coming. In that moment the Doctor actually thought he might give up hope.
Next thing he knew the Doctor awoke against the glass wall, in the dark of a sunless Vas Captio with that metal-bound glass at his back. He could taste blood in his mouth and he could feel nothing but pain at his sides. Still, the only thing the Doctor could do was scream