My Darkness
Alone once again. Feeling like he had died again without regenerating. Amy and Rory had gone back to Leadworth, River was still stuck in Stormcage and he had absolutely nothing to do what so ever. Being a 909 year old Time-lord and a type 40 TARDIS that's chameleon circuit is faulty took its toll on the lonesome Doctor.
He was heading to a world infested by shadow demons – they had cursed claws, almost like a werewolf's bite. The Doctor exited out of the ancient machine, locked it and set off to find the source of the infestation. There were purple shapes among the horizon – obviously shadow demons. He sighed gloomily, "Well one way or another I've got to find out what caused this accursed domination by these foul creatures." He quickly spun around, thinking he heard voices… Almost like a – Wham! A shadow demon had flung itself and fastened onto the Doctor's tight chest, grinned darkly and slashed at his left arm, leaving a purple gash of three large claw marks.
The Time-lord roared in agonising pain, threw the demon off, hurtled back to the TARDIS and writhed in pain on the ice cold floor. The time machines engines whooshed as if weeping for him and took off the dark planet. This felt exactly like the time he was possessed by that living sun. 'I've had enough bother with suns and demons as it is!' he thought remembering his past experiences. His darkness was overwhelming him – all those years of manifesting his anger and these cursed claws have set the real Oncoming Storm free…
Two words whisper – 'Free Me…'
Continued in The Damned & The Dark…