Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who or any of the characters, the Ruler belongs to YAXON, but Vigilare is mine XD
Vigilare appeared, falling a few inches before hitting a concrete pavement. Struggling slightly, he sat up, leaning against a brick wall. He groaned and blinked a few times, then realized, something was wrong. It definitely wasn't 2022, he had managed (he thought) to set back to when he'd left. And it definitely wasn't Fawn Park. The Controller brung the Vortex Manipulator up to eye level, as he'd thought it was broken. Or breaking. It was making quiet crackling noises, sparks flying occasionally. The acid must have done it more damage than he thought it would have. "Oh brilliant! I'm stuck in some stupid time with no bloody transport!" He thought furiously, flinging the Vortex Manipulator against a wall.
After about fifteen minutes of seething and cursing away to himself and trying (with a bit of success) to stop the bleeding as much as possible. He decided to, in his own words, 'figure out which hell hole he ended up in'. It didn't take much to figure out he was on Earth, the time was harder. Vigilare hated his old school's history teacher with a passion so he didn't know much about that area. But he did see Big Ben, so it was London. "Great, I hate London," he muttered bitterly, now just moaning to himself, "And it's midnight, and it's winter!" The Controller, wandering aimlessly and trying to figure out what to do began to read things like discarded newspapers and posters on walls. The darkness made it pretty difficult though. Newspapers became useless, they told you the date but it was too small to make out. Not many people were on the streets, just one or two drunks who he didn't want to come within 30 meters of.
Since he didn't find anyone he wanted to make contact with, the wandering went on for quite a while. After looking at a few posters he realized something, a lot of them featured a man, or at least he thought it was a man, it was too dark to see properly. He couldn't see his face properly no matter how much he squinted. Dismissing it as unimportant and rather boring, Vigilare continued meandering through various streets and eventually even darker alleyways. Suddenly, he felt someone or something nearly a foot taller than barge into him with a lot of speed. Taken by surprise and also weakened by injuries, the Controller was knocked to the pavement roughly. "Hey watch it!" He snapped angrily, however the man didn't even appear to notice and continued to run.
Vigilare, who was in a fairly bad mood got up quickly and attempted to catch him. He was feeling pretty irritated by being defeated and now someone had knocked him over, and when on Grakium he'd found out that killing was a good stress relief. Being wounded didn't help though, it slowed him down considerably. Also unfortunately for him the man kept turning corners through narrow, dark alleyways. Like he was trying to loose him. "Oh, now I really want to kill him." He muttered, normally he would have given up but a combination of frustration and the fact it would release a lot of stress pushed him onwards.
"Where'd he go?" He breathed, clutching his wound in pain. Maybe he shouldn't have kept running, especially for the length of time he did. It didn't seem to come to anything, after all he'd lost the man he was chasing. Thinking it over, he could have killed someone else. Or he could have just forgotten about it and tried to fix the vortex manipulator. Unfortunately, he couldn't. Vigilare looked around, he had no idea where he was. Even though it was broken and probably useless there had been a chance he could've fixed it. "Ugh..." The Controller walked forwards, staggering slightly. Then, as he passed one of many green bushes, Vigilare felt a sharp tug at his injured limb and was pulled into one.
He, in less than a second found himself forced roughly to the ground. Which to his disgust was filled with stray twigs and stones. "What the hell are you doing?!" The teenager growled threateningly, the figure above him was quick to retaliate.
"Why were you following me?!" It was still hard to see him properly but he could make him out a bit better. He was definitely a man, tall and was probably a couple of decades older than he was judging by voice and what he could make out of his face. "You'd better have a good reason for it!"
The man released one of his hands from the Controller to press a cold metal object to his throat, but unlike he'd expected it wasn't a knife. It was more cylindrical and without a blade. "Well?!" Vigilare was speechless for once, his situation seemed to be getting worse by the minute. However, the object that was being held up to him was familiar, he recognized it from somewhere.
Thanks for reading, please R&R. This is a joint fic with YAXON. He will be writing the end chapters and most of the middle one's I think.