A/N: Another Doctor Who story from me, but a lot more darker than my other one. The story is set in a small English town near a forest and a meadow, just to clear that out of the way. Since, I prefer psychological horror over the standred American-slasher horror, I will be sticking to that. Thank you very much for the read and I will try to update this bad boy weekly.

In here is a tragedy,
Art thou player or audience?
Be as it may, the end doth remain:
All go on only toward death.

Lyrics from "Walk on Vanity Ruins" from the Silent Hill 3 Soundtrack

Blood Coloured Rain

Chapter One: The Rising Mist

"Well! Here we are in the year 2002 near the pleasant little town of…Pleasant River!" The Doctor said cheerfully as he stepped out of the TARDIS. "I was hoping to arrive in Paris during the year 1902 but I guess the Box had other plans in mind."

Amy followed out after him. A look of disgust played across her face.

"Doesn't look very pleasant…" Amy grumbled. "We're in the middle of a field and it's so foggy that I can hardly see ten feet in front of me. I'm going back in."

But before she could go back inside the TARDIS, the Doctor grabbed her by the arm.

"Oh no you are not! You are not going back in there because we were in there for over a hundred years."

"More like five minutes you mean," Amy muttered.

"Come on now Amelia Pond!" The Doctor said cheerfully. He was nearly dragging her as he walked down the path.

"Fine!" Amy finally shouted, beginning to actually pick up her feet. "But if I trip over something in this fog, I'm going back to the TARDIS."

As the duo walked down the path, the fog began to thicken. The chirping of birds they heard when they first exited the TARDIS began to go away and finally stopped. The land seemed quiet and dead, with not even the trees along the path moving.

"Kind of desolate, don't you think?" Amy asked.

"A little," The Doctor replied. "Maybe we're a mile away from the town. But there is a light ahead and it is heading towards us. Maybe we can ask them."

A light in the distance bobbed as it came nearer. When it was close enough to be seen, the fog gave way to a person. It was an old woman, wearing rags. Her long gray hair was matted and dirty and her fingernails were long and gnarly. She was hunched over as she walked through the fog. She looked at the two strangers, revealing dull gray eyes.

"Who are you?" The old woman rasped angrily. "Why are you going down this path?"

"We are looking for a town," The Doctor answered politely. "Pleasant River I believe it is called."

The old woman's eyes flashed. "That damned town! I am trying to get away from that place but I can't find my bloody way. You children are foolish to even think about going there."

"But ma'am-"Amy tried say but was interrupted by the old woman.

"Stay away from that town if you know what is good for you!" That was the last of what she had to say before she began to wobble away. Amy tried to go after her, but the Doctor stopped her from going.

"But what if she needs help?" Amy asked. "I don't want a dead little old lady on my conscience!"

"I'm sure she'll be fine," The Doctor replied. "But did you see how she acted? It was like she was afraid of the town."

"She seemed more delusional if you ask me."

"Anyways, we should go check it out. Now…if we just follow the path."

"Are you sure we should?" Amy asked but the Doctor did not answer her. He kept walking down the path. Amy sighed and shook her head before catching up to him.

After a few minutes of walking through the fog, they finally made it into a small city. The fog was not as dense as it was in the field and forest, but it was still here. They walked over to the sidewalk and stood still.

The streets were absolutely deserted. No one was outside and there were no cars going by. Shoppes and houses were closed and no one was going in or out of them. Paint chipped off of buildings and looked as if they were not taken care of for years.

"See…told you it wasn't going to be very pleasant," Amy mumbled.

"Yes, but…there are people here," The Doctor said looking around. He pointed at a building. "See there are people in there looking at us."

Amy followed his finger and saw a head looking at them through a window. But when the face noticed that they were looking too, it hid behind the curtains. Amy looked back at the Doctor.

"Doesn't seem like a social kind of place," Amy responded.

"Yes…" The Doctor walked into the middle of the street, his trusty screwdriver in hand. With a quiet hum of the screwdriver in action, the Doctor examined the area. He looked over what the device had to say and a puzzled look came across his face. "That's odd…there is no sign of any other life besides human."

"Maybe they don't like fog and they just choose to hide in there houses till it passes over," Amy put in, resting her back on a light pole.

"I highly doubt that for some reason…"

Then, a movement of feet. The Doctor and Amy turned toward the noise and saw a person walking through the fog. The person looked lost, as if they were looking for something.

"Finally…some life around this place," Amy muttered. She raised her arms up and waved. "Hey! Over here! Where is everyone?"

The person in the distance looked at them but didn't respond. The Doctor and his companion walked towards the person.

The person was man. He was wearing a ragged jacket pants with large holes ripped into them. His face looked unwashed and tired. He was rather skinny, as if he hasn't eaten properly in quite sometime.

"Excuse me, good sir," The Doctor said to the man. The man jumped at the sound.

"Who is there…is it her?" The man asked. He was looking up in the air and wouldn't look at the Doctor or Amy. He placed his arms on Amy's shoulders. "Iemara! Iemara has come for me! Everyone hide! Hide!"

Amy pushed the man back and gave him a disgusted look. "What the bloody hell are you talking about? I am not this 'Iemara' or whoever her name is!"

But the man ignored her and continued babbling on. "Iemara! It is her! The gatekeeper of Hell! And her evil beast Desdemona comes too! I see them both!"

"What's his problem?" Amy asked the Doctor.

Suddenly, from the ragged jacket, the man pulled out a knife. He dashed towards the two and began slashing at them. Luckily, the Doctor and Amy were quick enough and fast enough to get away from the man, who was slashing blindly in the air.

"What are you doing, man?" The Doctor shouted.

"I shall protect my church and my people and slay thee Iemara!" The man shouted defiantly as he continued to cut the air.

Then, the sky began to darken. The fog receded and disappeared. A croak of a raven and an angry roar of a horse came as blood coloured mist rolled over the ground.

Amy moved closer to the Doctor. The hair on the back of hair neck began to rise as the air suddenly became cooler. It was so dark now that the Doctor had to turn on his screwdriver just to use as a flashlight.

"What's going on, Doctor?" Amy asked in a tiny voice.

"I have no idea…" The Doctor answered in a whisper.

The man had stopped moving and his eyes were glazed over.

"Iemara has truly come now!" He shouted.

From the red mist, rose the delicate, lithe figure of a woman, dressed entirely in black. She lifted her face to them. On her face was a black mask in the shape of a bird's face with red eye glass pieces. In her right hand was a rusted spear which was a about as tall as her. Three pink ribbons were tied near the point of the spear. With her left hand, she was holding onto a chain.

"Iemara has come! It is night and she has risen! Death has surely come!"

"Will you shut up?" Amy shouted at the man. "You are insane and just…shut up!"

But the man would not listen and continued to shout. The woman in the mask noticed the man and was looking at him, the red eyepieces shining even in the darkness. Amy went back to looking at the masked woman. An eerie sensation coursed through Amy as she looked at the person.

"Doctor…what is that thing?" Amy asked in a quiet voice.

"It's not human, at least I don't think it is" The Doctor answered in the same tone. "But I'm afraid of what may happen if we run."

"But we can't just stay here!" Amy hissed.

The masked woman lifted her left arm, the chain in her hand clattered. She began whipping it around over her head. She was still looking at the shouting man. He was not paying attention to woman and was still babbling about night and 'Iemara'.

"Now we run," The Doctor said calmly.

The Doctor and Amy ran away from the woman. But the man remained. They two stopped and began shouting at the man.

"Run, man, run!" The Doctor shouted.

"Are you blind and deaf?" Amy would shout angrily. "Run!"

The man finally stopped shouting and looked at the two. But it was two late.

Using the chain as a rope, the woman threw the end of the chain she was not holding. The chain wrapped around the man's neck. The chain wound around his neck tightly. Amy could here the man choking and gasping for air. The woman tugged on the chain, hard enough for the man to fall over.

Amy wanted to look away, but she couldn't. Fear shot through her.

"You two strangers, please come this way."

Amy and the Doctor turned to where the voice came from. A young man standing in an open doorway was looking at them. He gestured to them.

"Come one, before she sees you too!" He shouted at them.

Amy and the Doctor nodded at each other and ran towards the open door. The young man moved out of the way for the two to get in. The Doctor and Amy ran through the door. The man quickly slammed and bolted the door once the two were safely in.

Outside, there came a cry from the man. Afterwards, silence. Then, a noise that Amy did not want to remember. The young man shook his head, his eyes clouded with sadness. Then, he looked at the two strangers.

"Are you two okay?"