"Whoooah-!"
"Doctor!? What's happening!?"
Throughout the quaking, a man in a bow tie managed to run around a panel, flipping switches and shifting gears. He was panicking. "This, Amy, is what it feels like when the TARDIS decides to go against my requests," he murmured, giving up on trying to control his 'vehicle' and gripped onto the panel tightly.
Amy and Rory Pond were traveling companions with the Doctor. Who's the Doctor, you might ask? He's the man in the bow tie. He's a TimeLord, an alien, with a time machine called the TARDIS. He calls it 'Sexy' sometimes, although being quick to correct others with, 'It's TARDIS. Time And Relative Dimensions In Space.' Hardly anyone paid attention to his explanation.
Suddenly, the TARDIS went dead still. It had landed - but where? Nobody ever knew. That was all the fun of it.
"She decided to override you again?" Rory let go from the couch leg he was holding onto for dear life, pulling himself up to his feet.
The Doctor ran his hands through his brown hair, which just flopped back again in front of his eyes. "Yes, yes," he answered, somewhat distracted, but frustrated nonetheless. "She wants to go against everything I say," - he slammed his fist down on the panel to get a few lights going again- "doesn't she?"
"Moody old thing, aren't you?" Amy rose an eyebrow towards the ceiling. The living thing, the TARDIS, hummed slightly in amusement.
Blowing out a breath, the Doctor grabbed his sonic screwdriver and tucked it into the pocket of his tweed jacket. Snapping his suspenders and running his eyes through the room, he looked at the Ponds with a twinkle of mischief in his eyes. "Lets see where we are."
The Doctor ran to the doors and swung one open, being greeted by a bright light of sun. "Well, not an alien planet, that's for sure," he thought aloud. Stepping out and dragging the door behind him lazily, a breeze swept through the small town he'd landed in. He licked his finger and held it up before coming to a conclusion. "Lawrence, Kansas. 2011-ish." He dragged out the year, showing hesitation and uncertainty. "Maaaybe. Modern times, definitely."
"You can tell by licking your finger?" Rory stepped out next to him, giving his alien friend a surprised look.
"Don't be surprised anymore, Rory," Amy joined the two. "Everything with him is weird."
The Doctor grinned, casting a glance at her before looking ahead again and clapping his hands together once. "Alrighty then! Come along, Ponds, lets explore."
The little area in Lawrence that the three were brought to was fairly small. There were many buildings, a few houses, before it branched off to the more populated areas of Lawrence. They had explored it all, getting a few dirty looks and smiles along the way.
Coming up to a deserted building, the Doctor stopped to look at it fully. "Huh.."
Amy inspected it, confused. "What?"
"This isn't a normal building," the Doctor concluded, taking out his sonic screwdriver and scanning it. The screwdriver glowed green at the tip, making a high pitched whining sound. "Yup, definitely not like the others. Lets go in." He started ahead, Amy right on his tail and leaving Rory behind with the expression of, 'What the fuck?' Seeing the Doctor and Amy weren't gonna come to their right minds and turn around, he sighed and ran to catch up with them.
The inside was dark and dim, damp like any other deserted building. A few leaks in the piping above their heads dripped water, causing them to dodge a few areas. There was a smell of stale water, though, kind of like swamp.
"Well then," the red haired woman muttered under her breath, stepping over a puddle. She heard the high pitched whining again and looked up, seeing the Doctor scanning anything that seemed suspicious.
They continued on, slowly walking throughout the rooms, when the Doctor came to a stop in front of something long, covered by a white sheet. His eyes narrowed, taking in all the details as he pulled it off and dropped it to the grey cement.
"A.. mirror? What's a mirror here for?" Rory spoke up after a while.
"I don't know, Rory," the Doctor glanced over at him. "Your guess is as good as mine." He scanned the frame with his screwdriver, checking the results that came up and found nothing suspicious.
"Maybe someone wanted to check their appearance," Amy remarked sarcastically.
"Who would even go inside of this thing?"
"Crazy people."
"That means that we're crazy," Rory replied to Amy, then received a nod.
"Yup."
As the three walked around the room, inspected the only thing in it, and found nothing interesting, crowded in front of the mirror. The Ponds were bickering a bit, playfully of course, whereas the Doctor stayed silent with a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. His feeling was only justified when they heard little pitter-patters. Their voices went silent and their gaze was brought to the top part of the mirror.
There was blood. Blood was dripping with quiet taps, one at a time as if someone were taunting them. They ran down the glass, streaking their reflections with red.
Breath hitching in their throats, they brought their wide eyes up slowly, hoping that this was only their imaginations and that their suspicions were wrong. Soft gasps were sharp against the air when they saw a woman pinned to the ceiling. Her mouth was wide open in a silent scream, eyes as wide as saucers. Her clothing was stained a dark red, still freshly wet as the red liquid dripped, dripped down.
"Oh my god," Amy choked out.
"Dear Gallifrey," the Doctor forced, not being able to breathe in any air.
"She-" Rory started, putting a foot behind the other to steady out his balance.
Right when they saw sparks of flame start to ignite, starting to spread across the ceiling, something pushed them quickly one-by-one through the mirror. That's when the whole building began to crumble down into pieces of plaster and ash, bringing the story of the woman into the unknown.
The Doctor, Amy, and Rory all expected to smash into the glass and die in a fiery death when the flames came for them. But no. That's not what happened at all.
They went through the mirror.
And landed on carpeted flooring.
"And cut!"
Hello, my little Guardians! I'm back again!
I've had this idea for quite a while now, but haven't exactly started writing until today. Now I've got the 1st chapter done.
This is a SuperWhoLock story as you know from the description. I based this whole story of of a Supernatural episode, but I'm not revealing it until all of the characters have been through their little 'introduction'! Otherwise, it would just be a total spoiler and that's not good for you or me.
If you have an idea of which episode of Supernatural I'm thinking of and using, tell me in the reviews! Also, please tell me what you think of it so far. I really love your feedback!
Until next time, my little Guardians!
Thedogzoo signing off.