DISCLAIMER: I do not own Doctor Who. This is a nonprofit fan fiction. All non-Doctor Who character are mine, along with the plot.
Author's Note: So, I decided to play around with some P.O.V. (O.C., Martha, and narrator; maybe the Doctor in later chapters?)! This is super exciting! XD For me anyway, 'cause I'm just a nerd like that. :3
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Chapter 1: This Patch of Woods
Run! Run! Run! I chant in my head, crashing through the trees. My eyes sting, but I'm not sure if it's from sweat or blood. Adrenaline courses through my veins, making it easier to run with aching muscles.
They told me to run, run for my life. Normally, I don't like following orders, but in this case it's not an option. Not if I want to live, anyway. I stumble along frantically, moving as quickly as I can. They are so fast that I don't even worry about being quiet. The most important thing to do is get far away and as quickly as I can.
Trees and shrubs encompass me on all sides. I dodge most trees, slam into others. The shrubs catch my ankle, clawing open new wounds. Leaping over a fallen log, I land wrong and crash to the ground in a heap. Not even taking a moment to process what just happened, I'm on my feet again, running even more desperately to compensate for lost time. Every precious second counts.
"What happened?" I ask the Doctor, taking in the look on his face.
"Something pulled us of course." He frowns at the monitor.
"But how could that happen?" I follow him around the TARDIS console as he adjusts some of the strange gadgets, trying to locate the problem.
"I don't know," he admits. He looks up at me suddenly, an impossibly-large smile on his face. "Let's find out, shall we?"
We both run for the TARDIS doors, throwing them open excitedly
A forest. We're in the middle of a forest.
"Martha, welcome to Yellowstone National Park, Wyoming."
I look aroud the place, unsure of how a bunch of trees could have pulled us off course. It wouldn't be too surprising if this was just one of his crazy plans. Either way, I decide to play along.
Suddenly, I can hear something approaching us, fast. Out of the woods in front of us, a young girl comes slamming through the trees. Blood trickles down her face, mixing with a thick coat of sweat. Her hair is a mess, leaves and twigs sticking out at odd angles.
When she sees us, she stops dead in her tracks. The abrupt halt causes her to slip on the bed of pine needles beneath her. Feet swept from under her, she lands on her back with a painful thud.
"NOOO!" She screams, scrambling back up in less than a second and takes off to the right.
Before I can make sense of what just happened, the Doctor takes off into the woods. Of course being him, he runs towards whatever it was that the girl was running away from. And, of course being me, I follow him unquestioningly.
The Doctor and Martha darted through the woods, trying to find the source of the young girl's terror.
The Doctor ran, scanning the woods with his sonic screwdriver. He didn't need the device to know that something wasn't right. He could smell that something was out of place; beyond the scent of pine and the sap of oaks.
Martha crashed through the brush, doing her best to keep up with the Time Lord. Heros ready to rescue, but sometimes the heros are the ones that need to be saved. Young Martha was about to find this out.
