She has to be Eliminated

Alyssa P.O.V

Chapter 1

"You saved his life you know" said a voice calling me from the hazy darkness, I knew it Rose Tyler. In this moment I thought I was dead, Maybe just in that moment I wished I was. But this is now, and this, This is where I came from, My name is Alyssa Andrew's time to run . . .

AUGUST 24TH LONDON, 1901

The dark lamp lit streets of London raced past my eyes as I run I didn't know what I was running from I just knew i had to run. They had come for me, Huge metal men. The River Thames was to my right I pull up a mental map of London. Baker's at the corner then . . . "delete delete" the robotic voices grow louder I speed up my lungs burning there feet hit the stone cobbles which makes my racing heart shiver with fear, My dress catching on my feet. My lungs burned from lack of oxygen I gasp inhaling sharply, "delete delete" they were to close and I couldn't run any faster!, The metal iron grip clamps on my wrist "Alyssa Andrew's" it says "you will be assimilated". The emotionless metal face terrifies me, I clamp my mouth shut trying not to scream "hey now hold on a minute!" a voice comes from the dark "doc. . . tor" the metal thing says "miss Andrew's how lovely to meet you" the man comes towards to metal machine. He is young with dark hair and a striped navy suit and a long brown Jacket, to my surprise he pulls out a stethoscope "now lets see" he mutters "oh that's nice new shiny coat is it?" he hovers over the metal man "you Cybermen have changed a lot since I last saw you!". The . . . Cybermen still has my wrists "righty then" he mutters pulling out another item which sends a whirring noise through the air "what is that?" I ask "oh this?" he holds it in front of my face "this is a screwdriver" holding the small thin metal thing "a what?" I say "screw. . . driver" he says slowly "anyway!" he yells "time to get you out!" the whirring becomes louder in my ears "and there we . . . go!" he shouts triumphantly stepping away from it. I stand stepping away from it glancing to the man "sorry" i say coming right over to him "who are you? "oh me?" he says tucking the devices into his pockets "I'm the doctor" I blink hard "the doctor" I say "yes well now come along!" he says turning towards the darkened street ahead "what!" I gasps softly as I see it. "Its a police box" I say taking in the blue square box "no" the says patting the side "but it says so right here" I point to the sign "ah but that's not the point!" he yells opening to door "shall we?" he motions inside. "Its called the T.A.R.D.I.S!" The machine inside was bigger than I ever could imagine "it can travel anywhere in time and space!" he continues. The columns so much more than what I'd seen in books and it's core a huge centre clear cylinder, but there was a creepy greenish light. There was tunnels leading from the room and. . . I rush back outside around the square box I rush past his as I go inside once again "But it's. . . bigger on the inside!" I say "that's impossible" I impossible "this" I say "is impossible". The sound of thudding doors closing turns my focus to the man "and it's mine" he says a grin on his face "what did that thing mean?" I ask trying to control my nerves about this man "when it said I was to be . . . assimilated". He crosses to me "I'm not going to lie to you Miss Andrew's it was going kill you turn you into one of them" he paused " and now I've got to rescue you" he says grinning "what is it exactly that you find amusing sir?" I ask as calmly as I could "hold on tight" he says, The sound rushed through my ears and the ground shook "what's going on!" I yell as I nearly fall "hold on!" he laughs I do as I am told stumbling towards the solid metal bars. A thrumming pulse fills the chamber "doctor!" I yell as I grip the bars as tightly as I could "allonsy!" he shouts as I hang on for life . . .

The sudden halt of the machine "where are we?" I breathe "London, The year 2009" he answers "2009" I repeat "but that's over 100 years from now that's impossible!" I scoff. My grip was still iron on the bars slowly letting go I walk stiffly towards the door. "But . . . It was night!" I gasp as the sunlight hits my face "and where is the baker's? and the old shops and the . . . Cybermen?" the hysteria crept into my voice "you may want to change first" he points to my dress. I feel the heat rise to my cheeks, he was a man certainly not a gentleman he had no right discussing what I should wear!. "And how will I purchase these clothes?" he smiles "no need" he gestures down a winding corridor of metal walls that I felt wold rush us in seconds. Like the chamber this room was a huge circular form. The line of clothes were fascinating they where like nothing I'd ever seen a woman wear I reach for the fabric of a short pale red piece of material. "What are you thinking?" he asks "that this is not where I belong" I answer I face him unable to keep my back to him, he leans against the door edge his ankle crossed behind his other "Why have you brought me here doctor?" I demand "there is always reasons for everything Alyssa Andrew's" and with that he left me. These clothes intrigued me, they were something I could only ever dream of wearing. I'd imagined that later in my life that perhaps women's fashion would change perhaps this but my friends of course would only laugh and call me delirious. The pale red short material slips over my head. I stand in my undergarments, It comes down to my hips clinging close to my torso covering most of my arms. A strange feeling material slips over both my legs. There is a mirror there, The pale red material and the deep blue colours of the whatever they are and so light on me, and yet surprisingly comfortable. A lot can happen to a person's face over 3 months, My face is slightly rounded with soft cheekbones full lips and a pair of olive green eyes. My light wavy shoulder length hair hangs at my shoulders touching the bare skin of my shoulders I trace the slowly with my fingers. The pale red fabric shows more of my skin than I feel comfortable but curiosity gets the better of me I trace my collarbones and my throat inhaling deeply, my hand resting on the hollow of my throat where my mother's necklace hung a small guardian angel, she said that the angel will always be watching I hold it lightly remembering the faint memories of her. The doors knocks sharply "Alyssa" a new voice says "I'm Rose" it said "I'm a friend of the doctor's can I come in?". I look at the door through the mirror "yes" I say. In the mirror I see a young woman like myself wearing those strange bottom's and a dark blue what I believe to be a short coat with extra material attached to the collar. She has completely straight blonde locks that are the same length as mine. She smiles kindly "Do you need some help?" she asks fully entering the room. "I would appreciate it" I answer "so er the doctor picked you up then" she says "yes". She laughs slightly "do you say anything else apart from yes?" Rose laughs "of course" I say actually smiling.