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Sunday, December 1, 2013

Worlds Collide ~ Chapter 2: Through Purple Sky

I don't feel as great about this second chapter, but please let me know what you think as it keeps me going!!

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Martha stared back at the Doctor in shock. "What do you mean, time and space have been torn apart? How could that be? What caused it? What do we do?"

"I can just tell. I'm a Time Lord, you know. And I don't know," the Doctor responded with much more calmness than Martha thought even he could muster.

"But you've got to do something!" Martha cried desperately.

The Doctor rolled his eyes. "Just because I have no idea what is going on doesn't mean I'm not going to do anything, Martha Jones. I thought you would know that by now."

"Sorry." Martha looked down. "I just...got a little carried away, you know?"

No response. Martha snapped her head back into normal position just to see the flying back of the Doctor's familiar brown coat.

"Doctor! Wait!" Martha yelled. But suddenly, a gust of wind blew up, and her words felt as if they had never left her mouth.

A brilliant flash of lightning streaked across the sky. Thunder boomed so loud that Martha's ears hurt and the ground felt like it was shaking.

Actually, it WAS shaking. Martha glanced down at her feet. Her legs were wobbling like mad, and she was sure that even terror couldn't make them move like that. And then...CRACK! The ground split underneath her feet.

"DOCTOR!" Martha screamed.

The last thing she saw was the Doctor turn around and look at her with the desperate look of one who can't believe he is about to lose someone yet again. She never could understand why she could see his face so clearly when he was on the other side of the crowd. Yet that crowd had seemed to melt away, leaving only the Doctor, just before she plunged into darkness. She didn't even feel herself falling, just suddenly blackness - as if not only the light, but her whole consciousness, had been turned off with the flick of a switch.


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The last thing the Doctor saw of Martha was her terrified face as she fell through a huge crack in the ground. He watched her disappear, helpless. In the back of his consciousness, he suddenly realized that the crowd had faded away into dust, a dust that was swirling through the stormy air and stinging his eyes. He tried to shout for Martha even though he knew it was useless, but the wind blew the words away, replacing them with a sandy taste and a grainy feel in his mouth. The Doctor  realized that he was being lifted off the ground. He gazed above him with a desperate look. The crack in the sky was pulling him like a magnet to itself.

Suddenly, he laughed out loud, and the laugh actually sounded out, but it was more like an echo of a thing gone than a thing happening in the present.

Now he could find out what was going on.

The Doctor waved a friendly hand at the fierce purple clouds and smirked at the lightning.

"Take me to your leader!" he shouted, feeling in his pockets for his most precious thing after the Tardis.

He felt the familiar lump in his pocket. His sonic screwdriver was still there.

With that last comfort, the Doctor now felt ready for whatever was going to be thrown at him. He had never faced anything as crazy as this, yes, but not all was lost. He had that inner gut feeling that Martha was still alive, he had his sonic screwdriver, and he was going to find out what the hell was going on. And then he would find Martha, and with her help, get everything back to normal. That's what his job was, anyway.

He was feeling better and better by the moment. He couldn't get to that crack in the sky fast enough. In fact, he noticed that his progress was getting slower. The wind was beginning to buffet him.

"Oh, come on!" he yelled, and shook a fist at the lightning. "You can do better than that!"

As if in answer, he suddenly felt himself being shot up towards that crack at a very fast pace. Faster and faster, nearer and nearer. He watched it come closer with growing anticipation. As the clouds hurtled past, he almost felt as if time was rushing past. As if he were moving in time and space. Not that was a new experience or anything.

The crack. He was almost there. The Doctor felt himself passing through. His foot touched a cloud, and a tingle of electricity spread through him.

"Allons-y!" he yelled his signature cry.

2 comments:

  1. Where is your other blog? When I try to get on, it says that it's been removed.

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    1. My main blog? It's here. :)

      http://scribblesofcatholicsisters.blogspot.ca/

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