Hey! Sorry I haven't been on so long, I just have had tons of work to do from school. Here's another one I've been brewing for a while now! I love the idea of this one. It will be continued for sure!
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I sigh, barely able to breathe in such a tight corset. I like the Victorians and everything, but the fashion isn't exactly practical. I just need to relax. I haven't really done much of that, what with chasing Kraag around 1912 Britain. He just needs to show up so I can shoot him and get it over with.
Applause fills the hall, and the first Royal Variety Performance begins.
There are ballet dancer, opera singers and amazing pianists. I find myself clutching my pistol from inside my bag, just in case.
No, calm down. You're here to enjoy yourself.
Finally, the performance ends and his majesty King George V comes down onto stage.
"I thank you all greatly for such a wonderful evening." He says in a wonderfully royal voice.
I can't focus on him, though. There is a dark figure in the back of the stage. I look around; it seems I may be the only one that's seen it. Or rather, him. It's Kraag.
I stand up. Kraag is making his way towards the King. I walk closer and closer to the stage. Even the King has now shut up. I can feel everyone's eyes on me.
I raise my pistol, and say in a booming voice, "Nice to see you again." My feet make their way forward. He raises his pistol slowly to the king's head. But, it never gets there. One shot jars his hand, making the gun fall to the floor.
"You've been hiding, haven't you, Kraag?" It is now clear to everyone that Kraag is a Sontaran (Not that most know that!). His potato-like head is greasy from nervous sweat. His suit is cloaked with scratches and dents. He moves his gun and points it to me.
"I've been waiting for the right moment." He replies. "I see you've come prepared."
"Shall we take this somewhere more private?" I tease.
"No. I want witnesses to your death."
"Fine then." I pull the trigger, and hits his arm. We slowly move closer together. Shots fly past me. I dodge every single one. I hear screams, and fainting women. Early women were so weak. Shots after shots miss both of us.
Boy, this theatre is really gonna be wrecked by the time we've finished.
I stop, about 25 paces from him. "Come on then," he taunts. "Sometime soon."
A shot hits his face.
He falls to the floor. One final shot comes from his gun, and hits me square in the chest. More screaming. I fall to the floor, my face hitting the rough carpet.
He won't be dead. He will come back to make my life hell.
I need to get out of here. Before... Before...
I crawl from that room, just trying to find a quiet place to curl up and die. It takes so long to leave the room, but I get out before it starts.
Wind slams the doors shut. Papers fly around the foyer. A familiar screeching echoes through the air. I look up with my watering eyes to see the best sight I could have. A blue, raggedy, wooden, familiar blue police box. At least I could die somewhere I love.
The doors fly open. It's as if I am being welcomed home. I grasp the wooden doors, hoist myself up shakily onto my feet, before falling back to the floor. I can feel their confuzed gazes. My hands start to glow. I crawl up the steps to their feet.
My face glows gold.
"S.. sorry about this..." I whisper.
I pull myself to my feet.
Gold shoots from my hand and my face.
Screams bubble from my lips. I feel like I'm burning.
It finishes, and the Doctor catches me. He hold me, on the floor. His eyes scan my face.
He looks at me with uncertainty.
"Y... you can't remember me t..then?" I ask, before the black takes over.