Flashbacks in this chapter will be in italics and the thoughts in bold italic.
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Chapter One
"Forza, don't worry it wasn't your fault, just go home and I'll find him." The Doctor assured him. "He can't hide for long, Vigilare will no doubt do something big that'll let me find him. He won't just lay low."
Vigilare tugged at his restraints uselessly, "Come on, your meant to be a good person, just loosen them a little?"
Forza shook his head, "I can't, and if I loosen them do you expect me to think you'll just sit there innocently feeling grateful?" Vigilare growled, he had expected some sympathy he could possibly take advantage on. "The Doctor just saved your life, you could at least be grateful!" The Controller scowled at him then rolled his eyes, realizing glaring wasn't achieving much.
"It was really Doctor, if I hadn't thought you were back and turned away he wouldn't have-"
"It's fine, easy enough to fix. I'll find him. You can go home if you want," The Doctor suggested, Forza nodded.
Vigilare leaned against a lamppost, breathing heavily. His wounds weren't quite healed and it had been difficult to escape. Very difficult. He still had a large problem. The Doctor could probably find him, he knew what he looked like. Damn, do I have a choice? He brought his dagger up to his wrist, Vigilare bit his lip, he knew he would regenerate but, the teenager was scared. He didn't want to kill himself. He needed to, he really wished he had a gun. But he didn't. His dark brown eyes closed tightly, he inhaled sharply and done it quickly.
The Doctor went out the TARDIS, he thought it wouldn't be that hard to find Vigilare, he stood out. Where to start? He guessed he would probably be somewhere reasonably private. Maybe a place he had lived in or somewhere he had been to a lot in the past. But he decided since he didn't know where Vigilare would go if it was something to do with his past so he went to look for him in alleys or desolate streets.
Vigilare lay on the pavement after regenerating before slowly getting up, a bit gingerly. He sat on the floor, examining his hands, they were bony, with long fingers. The type of fingers that you could see the joints in. Vigilare shrugged his shoulders, and stood up. Then something unpleasant happened. Desperately he grabbed his waistband desperately. Argh! No way! He cursed under his breath, attracting a stare from a passing old lady. He had gotten smaller, his clothes had always been reasonably baggy but the Time Lord's clothes had never been on the point of nearly falling down. He looked in a puddle, kneeling down on the stone. Dark grey eyes, black tousled hair, and pale. "Hm, I always wanted black hair. Guess it could be worse." He tried to be positive.
Luckily for The Controller his trousers were able to decrease slightly in waist, and he rolled the ends up. The jacket looked much to big though, but he kept it on anyway. He sighed, he hadn't enjoyed killing himself, it was very unpleasant. Vigilare scratched his new head, and leaned against the lamppost again. What now?
First chapter done! XD This is a continuation of Control vs Power but comes after Only the Strongest Survive. Read and review!
