A young man walked down the street, a slow drizzle descending from sky. Clutched in his hand was a bible, as he hurried down the lonely street. The church service had ended and like many others that night, he was heading home.

A whisper of a voice came from behind and the man stopped, turning around quickly, he saw nothing, but he took note of the dimmed street light.

Old bulb, he reasoned with himself, scowling at his child-like behavior, for fearing there was a, "monster under the bed".

Continuing his trek, the man walked on, his mind wandering to his wife, at home with a cold. The street lights flickered and dimmed. The voice from before continued its chanting, filling the air with a ghostly sound. He could feel the warm breath of the speaker on his neck, whispering in his ear.

The hair on his neck stood, and the man spun around, eyes searching frantically for someone or something that was doing this, but nothing was there. He shook his head and tried to clear his mind. It's all in your head. It's just your mind playing tricks. He told himself, but he couldn't bring himself to believe it, something about that sad mournful voice, and that chanting. It was eerie, unearthly. Foreign words and sounds, it was something his brain couldn't decipher.

Clutching his bible to his chest, the man thought about what the pastor had said. 'Demons try to hinder us in our walk with Christ. They whisper in our ear and try to drag us off the right and narrow path.'

The man felt a shiver down his spine, and his eyes darted around. Was it a demon? The man felt his hair rise at the thought. Quickening his pace, the man walked on. He heard the sound of feet behind him.

'Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death," The man recited his voice barely a whisper.

As if a reaction to this, the voice returned, chanting its mantra of unknown tongue, but it was not alone. A multitude of voices joined it, chanting the same thing over and over, louder and louder, until it rang in his ears. Terrified, the man ran forward, not caring to look where he was going. He just wanted to escape whatever was chasing him, earthly or unearthly.

He could feel the breath on is neck once more, and desperate to get away the man turned into an alley way, hoping to surprise his pursuer. He met a dead end and nearly cried of frustration. What had he done to deserve this?

Suddenly it stopped. Dead silence. The voices did not fade, they just disappeared. The young man knew not if this was a good thing, but it frightened him all the more. His bible, clutched in his shaking hand was still held pressed against his chest. He turned and glanced at the mouth of the alley way.

His eyes went wide with fright as he saw what he was sure was a demon. It was standing there, looking like a normal man, but dispersing from it were hundreds of shadows, adorning the ground like a black carpet.

'I will fear no evil.' The man said, finishing what he had started to recite earlier, sounding much more courageous than he felt. At that the creature looked up, red eyes bearing into his. It advanced on the man. Its shadows were spreading, slowly squeezing any of the little light out of the alley way.

"I will fear no evil!" The man screamed, his voice shaking.

"You should."

The bible dropped to the ground, landing in a shallow puddle, the cover sodden with blood. As the man's screams echoed through the night and fell on deaf ears, the puddle slowly turned red. Almost as if the book itself were bleeding.

DW~DW

Martha huffed as she managed to peel more of the green goop off of herself. It was all over her, on her clothes, on her skin, and worst of all, in her hair. Do you know how long it would take to get all of it washed out?

"Well, wasn't that fun?" The Doctor said smiling, green goo plastered to his face.

Martha glared at him, "Fun? You call that fun?!" She hissed. If looks could kill, the Doctor would be reduced to a pile of dust on the floor. Least to say, Martha was not pleased. "I was promised a relaxing day! But, No! You had to go and piss off the- the-"

"Salarian, "The Doctor offers.

"Yes! You had to go and piss off the Salarian, who, by the way, happened to be able to spit green goo all over the place, not to mention it smells like bad breath, and now I am absolutely covered in it! And you call it fun?!"

The Doctor winced. So maybe Martha hadn't enjoyed it as much as he had. "To my defense, he had started it."

Martha nearly blew a gasket, "He started it? He started it?!" She pinched the bridge of her nose, "You sound like a five year old." Taking a deep breath to calm herself, the medical student took a moment to collect herself, "I'm going to take a shower." She turned and walked away, leaving the Dcotor standing there.

"Well that went quite well, didn't it?" He said once Martha was out of earshot. The TARDIS hummed in annoyance.

DW~DW

"What the heck is happening?!" Martha screeched, hanging on for dear life as the TARDIS pitched. Sparks flew from the console and the TARDIS groaned, the Doctor ran around adjusting levers and pushing buttons.

The TARDIS pitched again, throwing the Doctor back.

"Doctor? What's happening?" Martha repeated her question.

"She's taking us somewhere!" The Time Lord replied.

"What? Where is she taking us?"

A smile lit up the Doctor's face, "I don't know."

Martha took a deep breath and tried to smile, but she was pretty sure it turned out to be a grimace. All she wanted was one peaceful day, but apparently that was too much to asked. Soon the TARDIS silenced and the Doctor sprung up like the 900 year old child he was. "Come on, Martha!" He said, bounding over to the TARDIS doors, "I wonder where she took us this time. Maybe Barcelona, oh you would love Barcelona!" He swung open the doors and stood there a moment. Martha came behind him and peered over his shoulder,"Doctor, this is Earth."

The Doctor nodded, they stepped out onto the grass. The Doctor glanced around. "New York City to be exact. I'd say April 5th, 2016." The Doctor smiled and motioned his head in the city's direction, "Shall we?"

Martha smiled and they bounded off into the city.

DW~DW

"The Doctor approaches." A voice hissed in the dark, motioning to the screen where it showed the Doctor and Martha walking through the city.

"So he does." Another said, it's voice deeper, darker.

"What shall we do?" The first one asked, it's forked tongue flicking in irritation.

The second one smiled, revealing two rows of knife-like teeth, "Let him come, what does it matter? As long as the Doctor doesn't interfere we continue the plan. We need to keep our focus on the target, the sooner we find her the sooner we can get our money. Not to mention what a grand meal she'll make."

The first one nodded, "Yes, a fine meal indeed."

"We continue our search tonight, "The second one turned and glanced at the screen, "We are getting close. I can feel it."

TBC . . .

Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who or any of its characters.

Reviews are appreciated. Thanks for reading. I'm going to try to update once a month, but I might be persuaded into updating sooner.

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P.S. This is set before Utopia.