Hey guys, I'm back! Okay, this story's going to be a three-shot. Keep in mind, this is WAY darker than my normal stuff. Hope you enjoy it anyways Unfortunately I do NOT own Doctor Who...
He fell backwards to the ground, a pleading look in his eyes. He was not long for the world. A single word was uttered before death took him, both his hearts breaking
"River"
His eyes became glassy and blank as he started down the tunnel after over a thousand years avoiding it.
She stared down at his body, the man she loved, married, murdered. She gave a sob as the brainwashing broke. The woman could do nothing. Her gaze went to the sword in his chest, the blood on her hands, the poison on both their lips. He had trusted her, as he always did. And she had betrayed him.
There was nothing to be done, but no way that she could leave him. Never again. She was in a state of shock, unable to move, speak. Hardly able to breathe. She remained there, clutching his hand, hoping against hope that she had failed. That somehow the poison hadn't worked and he'd be able to regenerate. But she knew it wouldn't happen. She wouldn't see that beautiful golden glow spring from his arms, mouth, and body. But regardless, she stayed there, clutching his hand, soaking in the silence and the pain.
That was where she was found almost three days later by local authorities. She was dehydrated, starving. Her blonde curls had lost their radiant shine. She was too dehydrated to cry, but had enough strength in her to hold a gun. As the men approached to retrieve the Doctor's body, she released a cool growl from the pit of her chest, directing the gun at them. It took the lives of three men before she was incapacitated.
The fourth to come was a woman. River recognized her, and felt strength returning to her as the adrenaline levels spiked. This woman was one River so desired to kill. To feel her blood running would bring some small comfort to River, a small little act of avengement. After that they could take her, kill her. It didn't matter anymore.
"You two." The woman said, pointing at the two nearest River. Cautiously, the pair approached the crazed blonde. One pulled out a small handheld device. River recognized it as a taser moments before she was hit with it. Her body crumpled to the ground, broken. The older woman, Madam Kovarian, gave River a small smile.
"When you wake up, the world will be yours." River's eyes widened as she filled up with dread at the oncoming disaster. She knew what Kovarian was capable of. She tried fighting her incapacitated body, and lost as a needle prick entered her back and the world went dark.