It was a late Sunday night doing the usual, laying in bed thinking about everything and nothing all at once; if I didn't do it myself I'd say it was impossible, but it is, in fact, very possible.
I finally decided to get up and get something to eat, considering I hadn't eaten all day. Depression does that to you, you know? It's like you're life is absolute hell, and there is nothing you can do about it. Eat, why do that what's the point? Socialize? What's the point? Depression was eating me alive from the inside out.
I walk through the hallway into the living room and I hear this rattling coming from the vent, like beans in a plastic cup. not thinking much of it, I keep walking. The air smelled of dust, the flat I had just moved into was a little too old for comfort, I always had the feeling the whole thing was just going to collapse.
It was 3 a.m., still all I had eaten was yet only a hand full of grapes. Then like a car in the distance with a bad transmission trying to start, I hear a faint noise; It was like no other. I run to the main room only to find an old police box sitting in my flat. The doors of the strange blue box burst open,
"Ahh right then, where am I?" the strange man blurted with a confident yet surprisingly confused look on his face.
"My flat," I replied "who are you?"
"No, no, no, don't be daft I mean, like, where am I?"
" you're in Madison Wisconsin; In MY FLAT. Who are you?"
"America? How did that happen?" the man muttered.
The man walked briskly past me. He spun around "What day is it?"
"What are you, MAD!?"
He walked back toward me and got close to my face. I could feel his breath as he spoke.
"Not quite, not yet at least."
Was this a joke? I fall down into an old brown recliner; dust puffs out of it. "It's Sunday."
"ughk, Sunday's are so boring." the man scoffed.
"Hellooooo!? strange man? in my house?" my voice cracked. I felt like I should be scared but he wasn't really scary.
"Oh, right! I'm the Doctor, and you are?"
"Eileen. Doctor who?"
"just the Doctor."
"Seriously, what's your name?" I asked insistently.
"The Doctor, I am the Doctor."
"Not your occupation, your-"
"the Doctor! My name is the Doctor!" interrupted the Doctor putting his hands ever so lightly on my shoulders.
"That's it! I'm calling the police."
I begin walking toward the phone as quickly as my legs could carry me without actually running.
"9-1-1, what's your emergency?" said the nasal like voice through the other end.
"yes, this is Eileen McAllister, um there is a-"
Mid-sentence The Doctor smoothly takes the phone from me and hangs it up. The Doctor looks me straight in the eye with his hazelnut brown eyes. His eyes... they look hurt, I'm not sure why. It looks as if he's lost all the wonder there is captured in one's eye. How?
"Listen Eileen," the Doctor finally says pointing to the vent.
"Do you hear that? What is that?"
I listen, the vent is making the same rattling noises it had earlier. "The building is just old it alwa-"
"Do you smell that?" the Doctor cuts me off with anticipation.
"Can you stop interrupting me? You're an antsy, strange man aren't you? It's just the smell of dust. like I was saying: old building."
The Doctor looks at me and places his glasses onto his face.
"You're a sassy strange girl, aren't you?" the Doctor mocked.
"No. That smell, it's familiar. lets find out where that noise is coming from shall we?"
"I suppose but shouldn't we-" The Doctor cuts me off yet again grabbing my hand and jumping atop the couch. Dust puffs everywhere, I didn't spend much time anywhere besides my bedroom, so aside from the fact the flat was pretty old; I didn't help much.
The Doctor pulls out this strange device with a blue light at the end that makes the most unusual sound.
"What is that?" I asked curiously.
"It's a sonic screw driver!" he replies with a giant grin much like a five year old child with a new toy.
"You carry a screw driver?"
"Sonic!" he chimes taking down the cover of the vent and sticking the screw driver up into it. He puts his screw driver back into his coat and reaches his hand back up into the vent. When he brings it back out he's holding a strange orange goo.
"It's all over up there..." says the Doctor.
"EW!" I screech "Go wash it off!"
He brings his hand up to his mouth and... he's not going to do it... He wouldn't. OH MY GODS HE LICKED IT.
**Changing to third person bc much easier to write, sorry
"DOCTOR!"
"EILEEN!" The Doctor yells back
"That's disgusting, you don't even know what it is!"
"Oh, I know exactly what it is." Eileen looked at the Doctor with a reasonably confused look on her face. "Raxzlon saliva."
"Rax-a-what?"
"Raxzlon, a species that lives on the far corners of the galaxy."
"Okay, now you're just making things up."
Eileen begins to go on but is cut off by the continuation of the rattling. The Doctor looks at Eileen with a frightening excited look on his face. He grabs Eileen by the hand and pushes her along with him behind the desk.
"What do you think you're doi-" The Doctor covers her mouth with his cool dry hand; Eileen, being understandably angry at the Doctor for interrupting her, yet again, bites his hand. The Doctor inhaled through his teeth in pain, She slowly peeks around the desk trying to get a glimpse of what was happening. This- thing, slithers out of the vent, being about three times the size of a full grown python. It was black with bland yellow eyes, orange spikes that protruded out the top of its head, and it hissed with such power and intensity it could easily rattle a building, much less a puny vent.
"What is that?" Eileen mouths to the doctor in a breathy whisper.
The Doctor looks back at the snake-Like creature as it slithers back into the vent and gradually stands back up.
"That my dear, is a Raxzlon; the third most deadly thing to ever walk, or.. slither, this universe."
"Universe?! That means-" The Doctor nods.
"And you're also a-" he smirks a quite cocky, but properly beautiful grin.
"Oh no. No way. you and that thing," Eileen points at the police box "need to get out. I can't afford my landlord finding out about this. I need you to just close that vent and leave. Please."
"WeeElllLllL," the Doctor blurts in a raspy, high pitch, voice. "If it were that easy," he begins while swishing his sonic around the vent locking it up "I would be gone by now, I mean I could be anywhere, why be here?"
"Oi! No need to be rude, space man!"
"You're one to talk, pink thing!" the Doctor shouts back doing that scrunchy thing with his nose.
"You look just like me!"
"No, you look just like me." the Doctor points out.
"yeah, alright, whatever. so that thing-"
"a Raxzlon."
"right. Why is it here?"
"Good question." The Doctor loops his arm around Eileen's pulling her behind him, "We need to check the roof!"