The Multiverse War
Chapter 1
A Messenger
Whoosh! Whoosh! Crash! A blue box hit the ground, screeching to a stop. It was a London police box, but it had a multitude of burn marks. A man stumbled out into the street. He looked around, bewildered, as if he didn't know he had landed a telephone booth in the middle of the street in London. He looked as though he had gone a round with a pack of coyotes, and to anyone who didn't know, they would have asked him if he did.
Not after long, the man collapsed, his mind swirling into darkness.
'Wake up, Doctor.' A familiar voice. He hadn't heard one for almost a hundred years. Had he returned to an old friend, it would likely have been days or weeks since he was gone. But, he hadn't heard this particular voice for centuries. 'Martha?'
He opened his eyes, and standing there was Dr. Martha Jones, the Doctor's old friend and former companion. He was in a bed, with blue striped pajamas. But how did she know it was him? He had changed faces, but she couldn't have know that.
Martha embraced him in a hug. 'How did you know it was me, Martha?'
'No one could ever forget that blue box of yours.'
'Oh. That makes more sense. Where am I?'
'My flat. I had my colleagues from the hospital bring your TARDIS here.'
'As if I know where to go.'
'As if you don't?'
'I don't know where I came from when I crashed.'
'Oh...'
The Doctor started to get out of the bed. He knew he was injured, but he knew that something needed to be done. Someone needed to be talked to. And many needed help. He just knew.
'You can't go, you're hurt.'
'You know I have to, Martha.'
'But you said yourself that you don't know where you need to go...'
'I'll find out. You know I will.'
The Doctor straightened himself out, grabbed his jacket, pants, shirt, and of course his tie, and walked for the door, all while dressing, not caring that the pajamas were still on. The TARDIS was right outside. Martha didn't come out with him. The Doctor opened the door, before hearing from behind him:
'Doctor, I do believe you want answers?'
The Doctor turned, and standing there was a very tall, very old looking man. He had a beard that reached his waist and was cloaked. He pulled a piece of paper from his robe-like garments, and handed it to the Doctor. As he began reading it, he looked up to see that the old man had gone.
'Oh, great. Just great.'
As the Doctor was again about to enter the TARDIS once again, he noticed that Martha had now appeared at the doorstep.
'Doctor, be careful.'
'And what fun would that be?'
The TARDIS door closed and the ship faded from existence.
Before the Doctor could even place his hands on the controls, the TARDIS roared to life and was already wisping through space and time. Baffled, the Doctor looked for some source of the ship's sudden take-off. There was none, but still the ship tumbled through space, and suddenly there was a massive tremor, and it stopped.
The Doctor now had a chance to read the paper, which honestly was quite old itself;
Out of fire and flames,
Comes a company of war heroes,
The champion of reds, whites, and blues,
He with such tangible fury, lightning crackles from his fingertips,
A man who runs as if powered by cogs,
And the man of time himself,
They are to be our saviors.
War is coming.