Chapter 1
The first time Rory Williams died, it was a very confusing affair. Him, Amy and The Doctor had been trapped in two worlds and had to work out which one was the real one. In one world, he and Amy had been living in a nice quiet village and were expecting a baby soon. The Doctor had come to visit them and, on arriving, they had realised that all the old people were physco aliens out to eat them. It may seem odd to you but this was the normal life that followed The Doctor and his companions.
In the other world, The Doctor's TARDIS was heading for a burning star, causing the TARDIS and everyone in it to slowly freeze to death. Apparently, if you died in the real world then you'd stay dead but if you died in the fake world you wake up in the real one. Because that makes sense. Anyway, Rory and Amy had been attacked by the physco oldies and Rory had died, only managing to whisper 'Look after the baby' with his dying breath before leaving her.
Of course, people's story don't end with just their death. No, that would be stupid. They have their after-death and in Rory Williams' case, this was going to become a reoccurring thing.
Rory woke up on the ground in front of an old-ish looking house. It was mainly made of wood and had cracked paint and dirt covering the whole of it. The windows were dusty so not much could be seen through them and the door seemed to be open slightly, almost inviting Rory in. He was partially confused as to what was going on considering the fact that he could swear he had died. Rory stood up, brushed himself down and began to make his way up the steps and to the front door, hoping for answers.
"Hello?" he called as he creaked it open slowly.
"Hello Rory" a man with black, slicked back hair, suit and a very long black coat greeted him.
"Who are you?" Rory frowned with uncertainty "And how do you know my name?" The figure in black slowly stepped forward.
"I am Death" he stated.