Chapter 1

The Electrical Feeders - Part 1

When you at the end all you really have is your memories, bundled up tightly into a book some people call a journal and others call a diary. There at others that have their memories and hope but I know that hope fools more men than cunning and I have neglected it. Maybe I should be sad argue I'm too young to die, but there's a little voice in my head that says this is exactly what I deserved and I suppose it's right. I suppose that given the choice of taking it all back I really should, but I wouldn't because it was worth it, it was worth this, and dare I say it was worth them. Before all of this happened to me I just trudged along never even guessing that there could be more out there, I was so alone.

"He said and I quote I just can't be with you anymore you're too good for me, I mean are you kidding that's code for I want to break up with you in the best way possible. So you have to talk to him, please tell me you will?" my best friend Andrea told me going on about her boyfriend of four years and my brother Jack.

"Adora are you even listening to me?" she asked snapping her fingers before my eyes.

I stared at her in shock I hadn't been I was studying the stars, wondering what was I there.

"Yeah umm Jack, not good enough for you, me talk to him. I was listening and of course I will," I reply as we make it back to my house.

I paused at the steps eyeing the flickering lamp post, watching the light from it completely fade.

Andrea followed my line of sight, "Do you know my house was out for like five hours last night, and typically no one's doing anything about it," she complained.

Andrea lived five doors down from us, "Don't you think its weird though that its only on our street?" I questioned her, watching as another lamp flicked on.

Andrea shook her head, "No I think its damn annoying and they better get it fixed," she snapped before waving to me as she headed home.

I watched her for a second a bad feeling sitting in the pit of my stomach but I shook it away, nothing could honestly happen from here to her house. I fumbled around for my key, and walked into home, turning on the light and thanking something that it was working.

I spotted Jack's head pop up from behind the couch as I set down my bag, "She's not coming in right?" he asked me, referring to Andrea.

I scowled at him, "No but I'm meant to talk to you and if you don't want to see her you can move out, twenty-two and still at home it's sad," I joke but we both knew there was so truth to the words.

Jack scrambles up, "Yeah but twenty and still at home where destined for the same path," he countered and I rolled my eyes making my way to the bedroom.

I turned the light off getting into bed, dreading seeing Andrea tomorrow in her post-breakup depression state.

A whirring sound awakens me from my slumber, I've never meet anyone who's a lighter sleeper than me. I rub my eyes, by the time I'm fully awake the sound has stopped and my brain tells me just to go back to sleep, but another part of me urges me to see what's happening. A roll over trying to turn my lamp on but it doesn't work, Andrea was right about one thing this power outages were plain annoying. I get up searching my drawers for my torch, carefully I turn it on grabbing my dressing gown and heading downstairs. I open the curtains by the door which give a direct view out into the street just to see if anything's wrong. To my surprise there's a man out there I can just see his outline because most of street lamps around our house are out but I can tell he's doing something to the power pole. I know I should be scared but I rush out there determined to stop whoever's been messing with our power.

"What are you doing?" I shout, turning my torch on the man.

He was wearing a bow tie, suspenders and a tweed jacket, definitely mad out in the middle of the night messing with power poles dressed like that had to be insane. I take a step back making the distance between us bigger.

"Just checking the power, it's my job," he says pulling something out of his pocket prompting me to take another step back but it turns out just to be some sort of credentials.

I squint to look at it, it said he worked for the power plant, "In the middle of the night?" I ask skeptically

He nods, "Up in the middle of the night?" he asks with the same expression as me.

I smile as he turns back to the power box, and I take a step twisting half way around before facing the man again, "What kind of name is Doctor?" I ask him, his ID had nothing else.

He turned to me grinning reminding me of a big child, "My name," he replies.

"Yeah well okay umm just be careful anyway cause of the disappearances, there's been like five in the last week," I say to him feeling for some strange reason the need to warn him.

He doesn't reply but continues to work so I shrug about to head inside when I spot something just a glint further up the road; I walk up there looking down at the thing that has caught my eye.

"Oh God," I whisper when I see it, its Andrea's purse the glint had been the moon's reflection on her cellphone a little way away from her bag, obviously she was composing a text.

I sink down to my knees picking up her stuff, feeling a stray tear fall down. I was trying to think of all the things that could have happened but my words to the man had already confirmed five disappearances in the last week I might as well call it six now.

"Are you alright?" the man from before asks me, I stand up turning to look at him.

I shake my head, "No my friend was walking home and all her stuff is here and I don't know what to do. God I have to tell her family, I should ring the police why haven't a rang the police, maybe I should go home first I don't know," I mutter confused and flustered, "and what is that?" I ask my fingers feeling something sticky on Andrea's purse that I had been nervously twirling in my hand.

I looked down using the street lamp and stared at what appeared to be a green goo like substance.

It was now all over my fingers I wanted to be sick, "May I?" the man or the Doctor whatever asked and I nodded handing it over to him.

He pulled something out of his pocket a pen like device and he pushed something that made the top light up green and it to make some sort of noise.

He pulled it up to look at it four parts in the middle standing up, "What are you doing? What is that? Is it like some sick thing this kidnapper left behind?" I asked disgusted staring at my fingers, all my worry for Andrea resurfacing making it harder to think straight.

"Something like that, this was exactly what I needed a sample. Your friend must have wounded it, I'd like to meet her tough thing to do, but now I have its blood," the man rambled.

"That's not blood," I deadpan, this guy was really off his head.

He hardly hears me running off in a different direction with Andrea's purse.

"That's evidence," I tell him running after him, into an alleyway.

I pause at the door of a blue box he obviously ran through, but then figure I had done all this and followed him. Into something I'd never thought I'd see in a million years, it wasn't a blue box on the inside it was so much bigger. I ran to the centre where the man was doing something to make sure it wasn't a card board cut out.

"What in the world?" I ask when it turned out to not be that.

The man looks up obviously for the first time realizing I followed him and smiles, "Say it," he tells me.

I know exactly what he's talking about, "It's bigger on the inside," I exclaim, "how is that?" I ask a second later.

The man's smile gets even bigger, "I keep forgetting how much I love that bit," he says, "it's a spaceship," he explains.

"And you're not insane?" I ask weakly looking around.

"No well I am a little bit, I'm safe to be around at least, actually that's not strictly true, hold on," he orders me.

I'm so caught up with everything else that he said that I didn't hear the hold on bit and end up falling flat on my butt when the whole ground seemed to shake.

"Ouch," I complain, "what just happened?" I asked him.

"We moved, we're going to find your friend," he promises me.

"Andrea, you know where she is?" I ask my voice full of hope.

The man or Doctor nods, I suppose I should call him Doctor.

"Out those doors," he says walking over to them.

I look at him doubtful, "We seriously moved?"

The Doctor nods walking out the door causing me to clutch my torch tighter before following him. I step out and am instantly hit with an intense darkness, I flick my torch on.

The Doctor was right we had moved into a tunnel like place, I turned my torch to the left and right and had to physically hold back a scream, "What are those?" I asked the Doctor in terror.

Beside us on both sides were suspended bodies encased in clear bag that reminded me of a body bag and they weren't human.