Rose Tyler - 1/2
Rose had known what she was doing when she’d urged the TARDIS to open up to her. It was a sacrifice she was willing to make. Death would be next for her and it was something she was prepared for. All along she’d known they’d lose some in this war. If she was one of them, well… At least she would die protecting the people she loved.
What she hadn’t prepared for was the TARDIS throwing itself into the cage. With her still embodying it.
The Bad Wolf handled the cage with ease. It still felt invincible, and Hell had slowed the deterioration of Rose Tyler’s mind and body. The abilities of the TARDIS wiped out its opponents easily enough. It felt no fear when faced with betrayal by those Rose Tyler had held dear, even taking on the Thief that had stolen her away so many centuries ago. Pain did not bother the Bad Wolf, anger was a defense that kept it going.
It wasn’t until faced with the truth of what she was, of how wrong it was for her to even exist, that the hybrid of much loved time stream and human began to fall away. Hell began to steal away at her, picking and choosing what she could and could not do. The humanity that had always fueled Rose began shining through and though she had no idea how long it had been, she began to come more into herself, rather into the energy driven being that was.
And suddenly, all those things the Bad Wolf had faced with ease collapsed around her and it was Rose left to deal with them. Watching her possessions burn didn’t bother her as much as it might have. Even watching an old, beloved suede coat burn only stung at the surface of her hurt. Rose had grown up with very little, she could live with having very little again. And she didn’t have many regrets about the way she’d lived her life. It was difficult to be taunted by something that she didn’t exactly feel.
But Hell knew the ways to horrify her and it did. Pain she could live with. She’d spent the days leading up to the battle in more pain than she’d thought imaginable and now was no different. It was miserable, gasping for breath sort of pain, but she’d survive. She knew she would, knew she didn’t have a choice. She merely curled up in a ball and waited for the pain to subside.
It wasn’t long before she began to understand what was going on. Her memories had been altered this time, having spent so long conjoined with the TARDIS that a part of her still held on to it. All that was, all that had ever been, all that could ever be. This dimension, her dimension back home, the dimensions of all of those she considered friends. She knew what the cage was trying to accomplish. Present them with several ‘levels’, rooms of a sort with a different sort of punishment and each.