It had been your typical day in a high school math class. Fifteen year old Alice Carvel sat there, listening to her teacher Mr. Adams drone on and on. She was about to fall asleep when a commotion started out in the hall. Her attention was drawn to the door, listening intently. Whatever was going on out there, it sounded like a fight. The rest of the class also looked towards the door. Even Mr. Adams eventually stopped his droning. Silence settled over the classroom and the hall. Then, a high pitched whirring came from the door. Suddenly, it flew open, and a boy quickly scrambled inside and shut the door.
"Right then," he muttered to himself. "First I turn into a teenage boy, and then this happens."
Alice noted his accent. It sounded funny to her, strange. She'd never actually heard a British accent in real life. Its always been on TV.
"Excuse me, young man," Mr. Adams drawled, sounding boring even when he wasn't lecturing. "What is the meaning of this? Was there a fight outside?"
"Yes!" the boy exclaimed, sounding annoyed. "Now would you please stop sounding so boring? I'm trying to be clever here!"
"Young man!" Mr. Adams gasped, still sounding boring but slightly annoyed as well. "I will report you to the principal! What is your name?"
The boy sighed and pulled out what seemed to be a small leather bound book out of his pocket (was he seriously wearing a suit?). He flipped it open to a random page and presented it to Mr. Adams. Mr. Adams leaned forward and read whatever was on the page. His eyes widened.
"Private Investigator? At your age? P.I John Smith?"
The boy, John Smith, looked at the paper and sighed.
"Whoops." he said, flipping to a new page. "Wrong one, sorry 'bout that."
Mr. Adams looked rather confused as he read the newest page. "John Smith, aged fifteen….permission to be outrageously clever? What does that even mean?!"
"Keep reading."
"Signed by Mr. Derricks, our principal...well, surely that can't be possible!"
"Hm?" John hummed, looking smug.
"President John Fitzgerald Kennedy?! Thats impossible! This is most certainly a fake!"
"Well, probably." John admitted. "But I assure you, John's signature is quite real. Knew the man quite well back in the day. Was there at his assassination, you know. Silly people thought it was Henry Oswald. Never occurred to you that something else was at work."
He quickly stuffed the little book back into his pocket and pulled out a strange rod shaped device. It was black with a grey grip near the end. There was a strange red jewel at the top. John did something, and the jewel lit up bright red and made the whirring noise from before.
"President Kennedy?! Something else at work?!" Mr. Adams spluttered in disbelief. "You cannot possibly have known President Kennedy! This is a terrible joke and I will report you to Mr. Derricks at once!"
Alice also noted the impossibility of this John Smith's claims. He looked around her age with messy brown hair and vivid green eyes. He was wearing a peculiar raggedy black suit that had strange burn marks all over it and looked like it had been through a lot.
"Different time, different face." John muttered, probably to himself.
"You are only fifteen, boy!" Mr. Adams spluttered, his face flushing.
"One thousand, seven hundred, and fifty-three, actually!" John said, turning away from his peculiar noisy device and grinning at Mr. Adams. "Look pretty good for my age, don't I?"
Mr. Adams began making incoherent noises, and stared incredulously at John.
"One thousand, seven hundred, and fifty-three?" a boy in the front of the class, Billy, Alice thought his name was, asked. "That's bull. You should be all old and...stuff…"
"It's not even possible!" Mr. Adams bellowed, regaining his ability of speech. "This is a stupid joke! Being that old is impossible!"
John stiffened and turned away from his strange device to look at Mr. Adams, his green eyes darkening. "Oi! Impossible is a terrible word! Nothing is impossible! One thousand years of time and space have taught me that much."
"Then explain," Alice suddenly heard her own voice shout to the strange boy. "How is it possible?"
John's eyes locked with Alice's, and she felt a chill run down her spine. He had a very nice face, she decided, and was very good looking. He had high cheekbones and a sharp jawline and chin. His messy brown hair covered his head and the tops of his ears, and his bangs curled along his forehead. But his eyes were what caught Alice so off guard. The face may belong to an attractive teenager, but those eyes….she couldn't explain them. A vivid green, but looked...haunted. Those eyes don't belong on that face, with that grin. They're almost as alien as he acts.
"Weeeeell…" John said, dragging out the word and grinning again. "This may sound strange, maybe even stranger than I can act, but I'm not quite...human...exactly. I'm a Time Lord. Two hearts, which is nice, not quite sure how you humans only live with one."
"Not human?!" Mr. Adams spluttered, his face turning crimson towards the jaw and purple towards the top of his bald head. "NOT HUMAN?!"
Alice saw some of her classmates snicker, but some had a look of terror painted across their faces. They believed him...and honestly, she did too. The way this boy acts, his strange little book of identity cards, his strange noisy device….she knew she should be scared. But, strangely, she didn't. Rather, she felt quite intrigued by this strange boy. This John Smith was quite the strange boy, and that already made him stand out from the boys in her school. They were all ordinary, nothing special. Sure, some may seem attractive, and some interesting, but not like this strange boy. She realized she was staring when he looked at her, and grinned (Was that a wink?! Did he seriously just wink at her? Who winks?!).
John turned his attention back to Mr. Adams. "Typical human. You lot always act so surprised when I tell you. You all think too much inside the box. No, wait, thats an insult to my TARDIS. She's quite bigger on the inside you know…."
Murmurs of "TARDIS?" and "This kid is really crazy.." filled the classroom. Mr. Adams opened and closed his mouth, and reminded Alice very much of a goldfish. John Smith frowned, and turned back to his noisy little device. It emitted a few high pitch squeals, then a low pitch beep. He grunted, sounding a bit satisfied, and turned back to the door. He aimed his little device at it and it made another high pitched whirring noise from before. The door clicked. John made a loud "AHA!" and grinned triumphantly.
"Gotcha! Now you're all pew-pew proof! Safe and sound behind our pew-pew proof door!" He gave a goofy grin, and Alice felt like the room just got a tiny bit brighter. "Now, I'm done being clever, just for now, and will attend to your questions. Any questions? I love questions. I love answers. Ask away! Fire at will! Or at me, rather, not Will, fine chap he is."
Silence filled the room, as everyone watched John rant and grin like an idiot. Then, Mr. Adams cleared his throat.
"You think you're rather clever, don't you boy? I found a flaw, though, you look human! You couldn't possibly be an alien!" Mr. Adams looked quite proud of his deduction.
"Actually, you look Time Lord." John replied cooly.
Once more, Mr. Adam's goldfish impression was quite spot on.
"Any more questions?" John grinned, and it had a bit of cockiness in it.
Just then, his strange device, which had been lying quietly in the palm of his hand, gave four consecutive beeps. John's face fell, and he quickly brought it up to his eyes and studied it.
"No, no, no, no!" he suddenly shouted. "Dammit!"
Some of the students recoiled at his sudden violent outburst, and Mr. Adams even stopped his goldfish impersonation to let his mouth gape open.
"No, no, no…." he quickly made his way back to the door, waving his device at it again. It's whirring noise seemed more rushed and panicked, frightening Alice and she felt her breath catch in her throat. John had gone from happy-go-lucky to suddenly serious, and it scared her.
John made a tutting noise, and sprinted over to the window on the other side of the classroom. He aimed his device at it, and it whirred to life. Once more it was different though, it seemed weaker this time though. It would occasionally fade in and out, until it finally stopped completely. John gave a slight growl, and smacked the device in his palm several times before trying again.
"E-excuse me?" a girl in the front of the room, Lucy, asked timidly. "What...what are you doing, exactly? And what is that?"
John turned away from the window and looked at her. "Well, a screwdriver...what else would it be?"
"Erm.." Lucy muttered. "I don't know? Doesn't look like a screwdriver….what are you doing?"
"Screwdrivering." John said simply, turning back to the window for a second, then turning back to her. His eyebrow raised. "What else would it be? And what else would I be doing?"
Lucy visibly flushed. "I-I-I...it just doesn't look like a screwdriver! Screwdrivers don't make noises like that!"
"That, my dear…." he waved his hand in a "come on" motion, looking at her.
"Lucy" she supplied him.
"Lucy, nice name, beautiful name, I knew a dancer named Lucy. Nice girl, quite the body too…." he trailed off, glancing at her, before looking away. "Right then. Well, my dear Lucy, that is because your screwdrivers are boring. Very boring. And named Phillips. That's quite ridiculous, if you ask me. My screwdriver is a Sonic Screwdriver! It does just about anything to just about anything! Except wood. And deadlocks. Tricky business, those deadlocks and that wood. Especially that deadlocked wood…"
"Soo...its like...a key to everything?" Billy asked, looking quite interested.
John turned his head to the side. "Hm. I supposed. Except deadlocks and wood. But yes, essentially. It's the most clever tool in the universe!"
"What were you doing earlier to the door? And to the window?" Alice asked, finally finding her voice again. Once more, his blue eyes turned to look at her. She felt as though they were looking into her, studying everything about her. She repressed a shudder.
"I made your classroom door pew-pew proof. Nothing can get through that now. Well, almost anything. Once more, my screwdriver is superior. Your move, Phillips the Screwdriver. And I was looking for….someone...or something, rather, by the window. Speaking of which…" he brought his sonic screwdriver back up to his eye.
"Whats wrong with it?" Billy inquired, looking on curiously. Alice only knew his name because he was such a troublemaker, and didn't doubt for a second that he was contemplating stealing the sonic screwdriver. Alice cringed at what he could do with it (She had enough fun with his last joke of overflowing the boy's bathroom. The school had smelt like crap for the next week or so. No giving that crazy boy the potential to do almost anything).
"Hm. Running out of power. Interesting. Something seems to be draining it…"
"I have an IPhone charger, if that would help?" Lucy offered him her charger.
John grimaced, looking offended. "My sonic is quite a bit more advanced than your smartphone, which isn't very smart to begin with. Rubbish name, smartphone…"
"Oh." Lucy squeaked, withdrawing her hand and blushing.
John frowned and studied his sonic screwdriver in his hands. He began to mutter to himself. Suddenly, his eyes lit up and he opened his mouth to say something. As the words began to form on his lips (Alice wasn't staring, honest) a loud zapping noise came from out in the hall. John snapped his head away from his sonic screwdriver and glared at the door.
"What..?" Mr. Adams began, before he was interrupted by something that sent chills down Alice's spine, and she saw several others shudder in horror and repulsion as well.
"COME OUT DOCTOR. WE KNOW OF YOUR WHEREABOUTS. COME OUT NOW AND MINIMAL HUMAN LIFE WILL BE LOST."
The voice was very much like a robot's (Alice prided herself in being able to watch horror movies without screaming...much. She had seen quite a few horror movies with evil robots. Those robots had nothing on this voice). It was very cold, dead, and unforgiving. Alice glanced at John, and almost gasped out loud. His face had darkened, and his green eyes burned with a hatred so intense it frightened her. Once more, his eyes were alien to his face. They churned like a molten green liquid, and seemed to shine from beneath the shadows he suddenly seemed to be covered in.
"WE SHALL GIVE YOU TEN MINUTES, DOCTOR. WE SHALL EXTERMINATE ALL THE HUMANS UNTIL WE HAVE YOU. THEIR BLOOD WILL BE ON YOUR HANDS, TIME LORD."
Thanks for reading!
Quick note on The Lost Champion; I haven't forgotten about it, and I'm working on the next chapter. Just got a bit swallowed up with school and sports...
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-Robo