Author's Note: HEY LOOK AT THIS ITS A FANFICTION! I TOLD YOU GUYS THAT I WROTE FANFICTIONS LIKE NOBODY'S BUSINESS!Anyway this is kind of an introduction chapter.
In this fanfiction I'm completely rewriting the most recent seasons of Doctor Who by adding one character, my OC Terra Cantor.
I'm not going to put a whole lot of stuff in this about her because I want her personality and history to be kind of a surprise.
Anyway let's get on with the story shall we?
The young girl breathed heavily as she cowered in the corner of the small house. "EXTERMINATE EXTERMINATE" were the only words that rang loudly outside of the thin walls. The rest of the sounds were screams, cries, and crashing. Grief pumped through her blood and a wail of anguish built inside of her chest but she held it down. The daleks were dangerous, but she was worse. Especially when she was mad or cornered. "Get out! Get everyone out of here!" a new voice. The girl watched as a man ran into the house she was hiding in. She didn't know if he had seen her or not. The girl looked to be about 6 years old, she was really 63.
The man glanced at her and took a step forward. She snarled at him, to warn him. She was dangerous and sometimes she couldn't control it. She had escaped from the lab meerly 8 months ago. He gazed at her, "It's okay, I know you. You know me too, I'm the Doctor." He whispered. She didn't make any noise but her attention snapped to were the daleks had blown through the thin walls. "EXTERMINATE EXTERMINATE" they screamed. The Doctor took up a gun and fired at the robots. The moment the three daleks had exploded he moved forward and grabbed her hand. She let him lead her to a safer spot, "Stay here" he ordered. She didn't argue. She felt tears on her face, it was a new sensation. She had never cried before, she didn't like it.
Terra gasped awake, she was hidden underneath the stone bridge. Her clothes were dirty and tattered. She hesitantly put her hand to her face, tears. The wail of anguish she had felt earlier swelled till she felt like she was choking. She forced it back and sat up. She pulled the old barlap sack closer to her and pulled out the notebook and piece of charcoal. She started writing. "I am now 217 years old. The date is April 24, 1365 and I dreamed again. No matter how much I want to forget him he keeps haunting my dreams. I don't know why, he betrayed me. He abandoned me here on this planet. I want to forget everything. I want to forget what I am, I want to forget him, I sometimes welcome death but it never finds me. I have to keep looking." She drew a lazy line beneath the small paragraph. She stuck the items back into the sack and swung it over her shoulder. Using the wall of the bridge, she pulled herself out of the mud and started walking in the heavy rain.
She had to keep moving, keep searching.