Watch Him Burn

-A Fan Fiction by Existential Labyrinth-


Prologue

Mystery was something the Watcher always loved – a bit of cheap entertainment on top of eternity's grand and wonderful riches? Yes, she'd take it. It would certainly be better than the half-life she was living.

She watched as a bird flew through the water, and she also watched as that very same bird walked with two legs and a limp. She gazed as a family was torn apart by deceit and tragedy, and she also smiled as the same family lived to old age and lived happy lives.

Yes, that was both the blessing and the curse of being the Watcher. She didn't just get to see one reality – she got to see all of them. Every possibility, every fiction, every facet of reality. She got to saw them all. Where as a simple and inferior human would only dream of seeing everything, she got to see everything and more.

All she would have to do in order to gaze upon a new reality would be to flap her wings and soar across the infinite void, with the thought of something new present in her mind.

She didn't understand why the inferior beings considered the Void a hell – she thought it beautiful. In fact, in the Watcher's opinion, there was beauty in everything. Every intricate twist of Time, every backstory of the people spread before her.

She knew everything about everyone. Every secret, every future, and every emotion.

The endless eternity of which she sang in had dulled her to the petty emotions of the lower beings – whereas the human would cry in sympathy as the dog was killed, the Watcher would simply gaze with the stony gaze of maturity and wisdom.

The only thing she wished she could change was the constant loneliness. That aching feeling of her heavy heart, dropping down like lead as she watched the chaste kisses and hormonal passions of the creatures below. Oh, how she wished she could be held in the arms of a greater one than her – she was the only being in her stature, and to find another with the same level of wisdom would be near impossible.

It was a dull stretch when the Watcher had discovered the most convoluted of worlds, hidden away beneath layers of dust and grime, as if it had simply been forgotten. The kicked dog.

When she gazed upon the new world that she felt the most peculiar of emotions; rage, flaming red and hot within her mind. The inhabitants of the world were being changed, by a certain force she thought unkindly of. It was the most strange of all beings she had ever set her eyes upon – a man from the species of the Time Lords.

She knew about the Time Lords. Though they sought to destroy all those who threatened to overthrow them, they themselves were destroyed in an act of protection. The Last Great Time War, or as she liked to call it, the "petty fight between adult toddlers". It was a mercy they were destroyed, for they were the most troublesome of all species.

However, to the Watcher's unfortunate luck, the one who destroyed them was of the same species. The one who called himself The Doctor; a misleading facade, in truth. Doctor – the word for healer in every reality. Whereas this "Doctor" was simply masquerading as one for his own devilish plots. Claiming to save people, while in reality he ruined their lives.

She watched with despair as The Doctor locked away the malevolent Family within eternal hell – a fate worse than death. The Family had only killed a few of the petty humans below – and yet they were punished with such dire measures?

As she gazed upon the Doctor's actions within his world, her hate for him slowly grew. He was the scum of that world, and yet he somehow was still able to find love? It was simply impossible – he must have poisoned the young girl's mind. The one named Rose Tyler; a pink and yellow human who had stolen away with the Doctor in the night. What foolish actions they were as well. Who would rather face death than be comfortable in their simple human life?

The Watcher raged in her infinite prison, and she soared through the darkness, vowing to topple the pedestal from which the Doctor sat. He considered himself a God – she would drag him down from that throne, and banish him from the mortal realm of which he loved so. As he walked among his cities of man and machine, she would soar above him in the heavens of above. She would stretch her wings, and gloat as he stood trapped by his mighty laws of physics.
The machine of which he traveled in was no match for the power of her hand. With one crook of the finger, she could squash him like the insect he was. That flimsy sack of meat and bone he called a body would be his death, she would ensure it. A small accident for him to fall, perhaps?

The Watcher cackled with devilish delight as she eyed his slender frame. A weakling he was, as well. Though he had ancient eyes of times gone by, they were a mere child's eyes to hers. A thousand years passed in the blink of an eye for the Watcher – whereas he had to suffer every minute of it. His tousled brown hair and freshly pressed suits should have been something foreign to the Time Lord, however. Had he fallen in love with humans so much that he had began to wear their clothing?

As she pondered on about the Doctor's past, she decided to sneak a peek at his other timelines. Horrible visions of blood and tragedy danced before her eyes, and the Watcher simply shook her head and snapped her fingers. The visions left her, and relief set in like a calming breeze.

She was intrigued, however, by the alternate versions of the Doctor. She watched with glee as humans criticized the Time Lord in classes and reviews – a universe where he simply existed as a form of fiction, to watch and laugh at. The humans would greedily analyze his woeful form, tearing apart the layers of character and backstory he held in order to reveal his true self. It was beautiful and grand.

Aside from utterly despising everything to do with the man, she was also confused. Why did he choose to serve beings lower than him, rather than the ones higher than him? Why would he choose such unaware minds, over the glories of enlightenment and revelation?

She could see him weep for the ones he had lost – but they were not truly lost, the Watcher knew that. They were waiting for him at the other end of the veil, singing in their symphony of light and love.

With an impish grin upon her pale face, the Watcher formulated a plan. The Doctor was the absolute scorn of reality – he was also a mystery, plain and simple. Though she tried, she simply couldn't know everything about him. His name, she should have been able to know his name.

This was infuriating to the Watcher. She knew everything – except his name. How did the inferior Lord of Time hide it so very well? She intended to find out.

She would travel into his world, and once she found out his name, she would destroy him and his horrid reality. He did not deserve the pleasure of living – he was the great manipulator of emotions and humans, tricking them into their early deaths. If the Doctor should play the part of judgement, she should play the part of Executioner. It was her duty and responsibility – to uphold reality and protect it against all threats. The Doctor was the greatest threat yet, and she didn't intend for him to play in her garden of worlds any longer.

With the clench of her jaw, and the crack of her wings, she descended upon the cruel and twisted nightmare of reality, sought to destroy the great destroyer of worlds.

If only she knew it would lead to her downfall.


Author's Note: Hello everybody. I hope you all enjoyed the prologue to this story? Sorry about how short this is, but I promise, the first chapter will be much longer! This story is going to be dark, trust me on that. Trust me, you will not expect what happens next! Or maybe you will, but oh well!

Please leave a review, thank you? I would love to get feedback on this fan fiction – so I could improve my craft.

See you when the first chapter rolls around! ~Existential Labyrinth