Yesterday was my final day of high school. To celebrate, I'm giving you the first chapter of a story that I have had at the back of my mind for quite some time, but never got around to actually writing, until now. I hope you enjoy it.

As I said in the summary, this has nothing to do with the Twilight book series. I came up with the name long before I had even heard of the franchise. This story has to do with my love for all things science fiction and my desire to tell a grand, epic adventure.

Of course, I own nothing but my own characters, and they are few and far between.

Finally, I would like to thank my parents who fostered my love of science and science fiction. Without them I could not have done this. Now enjoy the show.

The Twilight of the Multiverse

In the Beginning God created the heavens and the earth.

Those are the first words spoken within the good book, but there was one detail never mentioned. Perhaps man was never meant to know it, or perhaps it was simply not important to the grand tale, but when it spoke of the creation of the earth, it actually meant earths. There is, in fact, an entire multiverse out there. With it come infinite tales, infinite stories, infinite wonders and infinite dreams. This is a tale of the Multiverse.

This is a tale of legendary heroes, of ultimate evil, and of the darkest day in the history of the Multiverse.

This is the tale of the Twilight of all Things. The Twilight of the Multiverse.

Prologue

Chapter 1: Darkness Falls

The Universe, one of many

An Unknown Planetoid in the Betelgeuse System

Date and time unknown

This was far from the first time he had run for his life, but this was the first time he was truly scared of being caught by what was behind him. No, he did not get scared easily. He was the Doctor after all.

He could hear them behind him. Their scratching, their hissing, their clawing and screaming – it never ended. It was constant. How could the Master think that he could control such things? It did not matter; it was too late to save him now. They had torn him into so many pieces that not even the amazing regenerative powers of a Time Lord could save him. Part of him nearly wept at this. They may have been enemies, but they were both Time Lords – which made them like brothers. Now he was truly alone.

For the first time, the Doctor truly saw how dark, and black, and filth ridden the tunnels he was running through were. They seemed to ooze darkness. For once there seemed to be no light at the end of tunnel. Such was how his two hearts felt as the sound of demons grew louder behind him. Whatever the cost, he had to get back to the TARDIS, or the sun would never rise on the multiverse again.

Then the pain in his chest began again.

His body screamed at him to stop, but he had to keep going. He just kept repeating the same word over and over again – TARDIS, TARDIS, TARDIS. He clutched his chest and ran faster. The tunnels ahead of him never seemed to end, but end they did. To him, the TARDIS seemed like the most beautiful sight in the world, but as another stab of white-hot pain shot through his chest, he knew it was already too late.

Only half-conscience, he stumbled over to the TARDIS. The great machine (if it could truly be called that) had been twisted by the Master's equally twisted mind. Wires, tubes, and cables were strewn throughout the hull in places that they shouldn't be. While the arrangement seemed random, there was, in fact, a pattern and purpose behind it. The Master had broken down the safeguards that kept it from going into other realities – other universes. It was never meant to do that, but that is exactly what the Master would have used it for had he ever gotten the chance. The Doctor had to make sure that it could never be used that way.

The TARDIS was already locked with a very special key, but it needed more. The Doctor held his sonic screwdriver to the lock and pressed a multitude of different buttons on the tiny device. A sound came from the screwdriver; a sound so complex that it changed every few milliseconds. This was a sonic lock. It was a combination of sonic frequencies that were so intricate that humanities greatest code breakers would not even have a chance of breaking it. As long as no one produced that exact same code, the door to all realities would remain closed, indefinitely. It was his final failsafe to prevent anyone from ever using the TARDIS again in the event of his death. The TARDIS was just outside of the normal time stream to make it nearly indestructible. The only way to get into the great time machine was through the door, and that door was now closed.

With that, the last of his strength faded, and he collapsed to the ground. He was able to lift himself up just enough to rest his back against the TARDIS. The pain in his chest grew worse and worse as the demonic screaming grew louder and louder. Not even his heavy panting and the thumping of his two hearts could drown out the unholy noise. He could see them moving in the shadows. They were almost here. Finally, one of them crawled out of the darkness. It was on all fours, but quickly rose up on its hind legs, making it well over six feet tall. There was no denying that this thing was from hell – bony skin as black as pitch, a body so thin that it was skeletal, strange tube-like structures jutting out of its back like four deformed wings, and a tail made of blades. Its eyeless, featureless and soulless face stood before a head that traveled far back, like the crescent moon turned upside-down and cut to jagged spikes by a cosmic blade. This black beast of death was known and feared throughout the universe and was called countless names: Black Demon, Serpent, the Inner Darkness, Terror of the Underworld, and That-Which-Is-Followed-By-Death.

In another time and another place, the race known as humans would call it a Xenomorph.

The Xenomorph slowly strolled towards the Doctor until its slimy, toothed maw was mere inches from his face. The creature's hissing was barely above a whisper, yet it spoke volumes. It told the Doctor that the demon could kill him at any time, but it didn't. What was most terrifying about it was that the Doctor knew exactly why it wasn't killing him. He clutched his chest as another wave of pain shot through him. Soon, the Xenomorph was joined by more of its black brood. Finally, from the darkness, surrounded by her demons, came the devil herself – The Alien Queen. The Xenomorph mother dwarfed her demonic children; she was tall as the mighty Tyrannosaurus Rex itself. Between her gargantuan limbs lied two more smaller ones, and whereas the backs of her spawn were lined with tube-like structures, her back was a row needles. But perhaps most startling of all, her head bore a great, curved crest that gleamed like a dark shield from which death stood behind. The great she-devil screamed a scream that sounded like the death cries of a thousand lost souls. It could only mean one thing – it was time.

The pain grew so great that every part of his body wanted to scream, but he refused to give his body that release. If he could only have one more victory it would be that he would not scream. So even as his chest burned, he kept silent. The Xenomorphs almost seemed to be cheering as the first drops of blood began to appear on the white shirt over his bulging chest. The Doctor had always been a man of science, not of religion, but as his vision grew dark, he prayed to anyone or anything who would listen that in some universe, somewhere, the Doctor of another reality would be able to succeed where he had failed. There came a scream, not from the Doctor, but from in his chest.

Blood splattered on the walls, and in one universe, parallel to the one we know, the Time Lords faded into extinction.

And like an unholy phoenix, a new creature was born.

The Queen and her brood surrounded their newborn family member. But suddenly, the closest one stepped back. Something was wrong. The Queen bent her massive head down to examine the child closely, using senses so acute that having eyesight would have been superfluous. There was definitely something different about this child. Even though it was just a newborn, it already had fully developed limbs. But most startling of all, the child's head lacked the distinctive upside-down crescent moon of its progenitors. If anything, its face seemed almost… human.

The Xenomorph Queen screamed in uncontrollable rage. The child was a deformed mutant. Such things were not tolerated in the Hive. She did not even want to touch it, so she instructed her eldest spawn to kill it for her. With that, the most heavily scarred of the Xenomorphs slowly approached the child as it crawled over the body of its host. It was so consumed with the thought of tearing the freak limb from limb that it did not even notice that the child was reaching for the device known as the sonic screwdriver. The black demon brought its clawed hands up to strike the child, but before it could, the child grabbed the screwdriver and turned it on, using it in a way that it was never meant to be used.

An ear-splitting sound came from the device, and every single Xenomorph began to scream.

Even the Queen clutched her larger arms to her inner ears from which a sickly green acid that was her blood flowed. She contorted and went into a spasm, but nothing could drown out the horrible sound. Finally, she and the rest of her demon spawn fell to the ground. Their brains had boiled in their heads.

With the immediate danger out of the way, the child, who was growing even more quickly than a normal member of its kind, picked itself up on two legs and walked over to the TARDIS. The newborn was already tall enough to reach the handle. It stared at the magnificent machine with the eyes that its brethren lacked and knew exactly what to do. Without even the hint of hesitation, the child used the sonic screwdriver to produce a symphony of sounds. It matched the sound of the sonic lock perfectly. With that done, all the child had to do was turn the key and open the door, and the TARDIS was now open to it.

The Inner walls of the TARDIS, which shined with a golden metallic polish, were in stark contrast to the black, slimy halls of the outside tunnels. Nearly every being that had ever entered into the TARDIS, sentient or otherwise, had been surprised to find it to be larger on the inside, but not the child. It knew exactly what to expect. As it walked from the doorway to the consoles, the fleshy tones of its skin gave way to obsidian black, which showed that it was already reaching the final stages of its development. The child pressed buttons, and turned dials, and flipped switches, not in random disarray, but with a pattern that showed that it knew exactly what it was doing. For you see, with the birth of this child, the Doctor's worst fears had come to light. The alien species known as Xenomorphs have had drones, they have had workers, they have had warriors, they have had queens, and they have even had kings, but what they have always lacked is a Doctor.

Until now

The TARDIS produced that strange, distinctive sound as it slowly began to disappear, leaving only bodies behind. Within the golden walls of the great time machine stood this Alien Doctor, and from its mouth full of blades came a sound that had been hidden within the mind of the Doctor for hundreds of years, but had never been spoken since time began.

"For it is written, that Twilight shall fall upon all things, and the Dawn will never come again."

To be continued

There you have it, the first of many chapters. I hope you all enjoyed it. In case I did not make it clear enough, don't worry, the Doctor in this chapter is one from an alternate universe, not the one that we know from the series. He is just fine and will be appearing soon. If you have any questions, they should eventually be answered in future chapters. I should warn you, I am also working on other stories, so for right now, expect sporadic updates. Eventually I will be able to update it more frequently. Until then, please review.

Until next time!