Sorry for the long pause between chapters, but as this story was unfinished, and I've been so tired, last few days, the past half-hour is really the first that I've felt well enough to do a bit of writing. Short chapter, not my best, but..best I could do in 20 minutes or so.
Doctor Who: The Run for Rose
CHAPTER 11: Abracadabra
Jane pulled Rose behind her, but the she surged forward again, trying to brush past Jane to get to the Doctor, yelling, “What are you doing? I need to get in there!” Jane turned to her, “Don’t be ridiculous, Rose! Do you think the Doctor went to all the trouble to find you, just so you could get blown up in some stupid accident? Do what he told you, stay back!”
Meanwhile, the Doctor was frantically using the sonic screwdriver to dismantle the device--to no avail. The table was smoking and the device was beginning to glow red-hot. The smoke alarm in Jane’s kitchen went off, as the Doctor backed away. Raising the screwdriver, he silenced the alarm, waving the smoke away from his face with his free hand. From the doorway, Jane called, “What is it, Doctor? What’s happening? Should we evacuate?” Trying not to look as worried as he felt, the Doctor looked at Jane. “Somehow the device is being activated from a remote location--it should be impossible, but…” Jane stared at him. “But what, Doctor?” The Doctor actually bit his lip. “Someone--some thing, is coming.” Just then, the machine went dead.
“I’m already here, Doctor!” A deep, menacing voice called from the living room. “Doctor!” Rose cried out in alarm. Jane whirled ‘round as the Doctor brushed past her, nearly knocking her down. Standing there, next to the wood stove, was a short, round figure, completely covered by a flowing black robe, a cowl hiding all facial features. What the robe didn’t conceal, was the very nasty looking bio-disintegrator gun, aimed at Rose’s temple.
“Let her go!” Eyes wide with fear for his friend, the Doctor shouted, “She has nothing to do with this. It’s me you want! Leave her alone!” The figure held a struggling Rose tightly against him, and gave a throaty laugh. “Now, my dear Doctor, I will have my revenge on you. I shall not only force you to witness the death of someone you care for--as you did to me--but, I shall also have the satisfaction of taking my wrath out on the rest of all creation--all shall die at my hands--with the help of your Tardis, of course.”
The Doctor’s eyes narrowed with deep anger. “Never! If you think I’d let you use my Tardis to murder millions of innocent people, you’ve another think coming!” The Doctor’s enemy chuckled. “Very well, then, have a seat. Make yourself comfortable. And watch the slaughter begin--starting with your Rose, here.” So saying, his finger tightened on the trigger. “No!” Cried the Doctor and Rose simultaneously.
