Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who but I wish I did.
Author's Note 2:If you are a new reader, ignore this and move on. So, kinda rushed Chapter 5 and missed key stuff, but I was helped by my friend Harsh Trivedi (Thanks Harsh! :D). I updated the 'time' in Ch 4, made it midnight. Updated Ch 5 quite a bit, hope it's better. You'll get an updated end of book thingy. I might include a sneak peak in the coming months.
Author's Note 1: I don't know why I didn't think of this before. Here's a slight introduction. This is the first chapter in the first fic of my first series. Hope you enjoy. :D
Location: unknown
Time: Between Earth years 1945 and 1965, Relative Time.
Geo-proximity: Unknown. Somewhere in The Mutter's Spiral
The man lay on the field. Shot. Dying. But happy to be rid of the thing in his head. It would never trouble him again. Never feed him lies and influence him. Too many people had died and he was tired of it. So he decided, if the only way to stop it was to die, then so be it.
He struggled off the field, shot while regenerating. No chance of escaping death. Blood flowed profusely from his arm. He had scratched his arm by mistake on a piece of metal jutting out of the ground a while ago, but now he felt no pain. All he wanted before he died was peace and solitude. So he was leaving the battlefield, going far, far away from the destruction.
He had arrived at his destination. Not that he had one to start with, but this place seemed to be quiet enough. "Yes, this'll do" he thought. At the last minute, he thought to send his friend a message, but his fingers struggled to type the letters. The communicator fell from his hands and made a beeping sound. He bent down and tried to reach for it, but collapsed under his own weight. He struggled to catch his breath. His body... he smiled. His body was doing all it could to save him but alas in vain. He closed his eyes, happy to be free from the voice in his head. But he was also filled with a strange feeling. Failure. He struggled for breath again. Knowing that the end was near, he did his best to form an apology. "I'm sorry Theta. I'm sorry I failed you. Most of all, I failed him." Finally he could take no more and breathed what would seem to be his last breath.
Review please. It would really help a lot. This is my first fic and I need help from veteran fic writers like you. :)
