Chapter One: Failure
Ninth of June, 1974
My life ended like how it started: cold and meaningless.
I was so certain that I would succeed. I went through the plan in my head countless times. I looked at the building's (known as UNIT) schematics over and over again. I've made a perfect forgery clearance license to pass security. Heck, I even looked I belonged. With my tan skin, my short, barely visible brown hair, my big nose and my thin limbs. I just looked like I was just walking around in the building. But I wasn't just walking around; I knew where I was going, and whom I would find there. All I needed was information. And I will have it no matter what.
It all seemed so perfect, until I got to my destination: the Brigadier's room. And just how I planned it, he was sitting at his desk looking at some papers.
He saw me and asked why I was there. I just closed the door and walked right up to him. When he repeated his question I grabbed his throat and threw him across the room. Without hesitation I pulled out my weapon, which I had successfully hidden from security by hiding it in my left sleeve.
The "weapon" was strapped to my left arm. It was in the shape of a thin rectangle that consisted of switches and dials and had two projectiles like things in the front, like on a stun gun.
I aimed and fired at the Brigadier, my projectiles finding their targets on the Brigadier's chest. Turning the dials and flipping switches, I made the Brigadier stand up as easily as putting on a lab coat.
"I demand to know what is happening to me." The Brigadier said through clenched teeth.
I was surprised to hear him talk, because not many people were capable of speaking while the devise was active. So because he impressed me, I answered him. "I am simply overriding your nervous system by sending signals to your brain, which is how I am able to control your entire body so easily." I answered in my low, British accent. "Now then, enough chatting around. Just tell me where we could find him."
"Him?" He asked in a tone that I didn't approve.
"You know darn well who I am talking about. The impossible man. The man who lives outside the laws of time. The man who can't seem to die. The man of many faces. The man of not just one personality, but endless of them. I am talking about the Doctor. That's who."
And then, even though he can't stiffen, he somehow managed to give the impression of being shocked. Then not five seconds later he said through clenched teeth, "Drop dead."
I stared at him blankly for about three seconds before I finally sighed. And then I said slowly, "Okay then. I gave you one chance, and you wasted it. If that is what you wish, very well."
Flipping some switches I took control of his right arm. Turning some dials I made him move his hand to his gun and made him pull it out.
"When this is over, it will look like you committed suicide." I said, containing my voice from sounding too proud of myself, but just enough for the Brigadier to take a hint.
I made him move the gun toward his head so slow it must had been torture for him, which I was aiming for. When the gun was pointing right at his bleeding right temple, I couldn't help myself, I laughed a long and quiet laugh.
I then said in a laugh loud enough to make a point but quiet enough to not alert anyone, "Long live the Maisons! May others fall so that we may rise! "
I reached for the black switch that squeezes the right hand, but most importantly, the right pointer finger. But then my body felt like someone took a broken, active wire containing two thousand volts and plunged it into my skin. My body went stiff. My eyes widened, knowing what was happening to me.
My right hand was turning some dials as if it had a mind of its own. And before I knew it, the Brigadier was slowly bringing his gun to point at me. If I had the ability of trembling right then and there, I would have, but of course I couldn't.
A voice that I had heard before entered into my mind saying in a voice that sounded like a million people whispering all at once, "It is too early to strike. Killing him would change too much of the Doctor's life. We may not have existed if I didn't stop your foolish plan."
"Please!" I begged back at the all too familiar voice. "Please, don't! Give me another chance! I beg of you! Please!"
The voice came back sounding harsh saying, "We gave you one chance, and you wasted it. There's no room for failure in the Maisons!"
I pressed on. "But this man won't be silent about this."
"We will make sure he forgets about this foolish event."
"But you need someone in this sector."
"Your son will be more than happy to fill in your shoes."
There was absolutely nothing I could have done. I looked at the Brigadier and saw that his gun was pointing right at my chest. I knew what would happen next. "No! NO!"
"May others fall so that we may rise!" My hand flipped the black switch.
