The last thing I can remember is being shot. Not being shot by a gun; not even being shot by a human! I was shot by a Dalek, and now I am going through the painful regeneration process, where I change my appearance, and occasionally, my ability to attract the ladies.
Amy and I were in Ancient Egypt Investigating strange signals coming from the Great pyramid of Giza. Upon further inspection, I discovered that the signals were causing the human race to mutate, so that when they reproduced, a Dalek was born instead of a human. Multiple daleks were situated throughout the world to provide the outer casings for the newly born Daleks.
The Daleks were then transported to Neptune for combat training in the Dalek army. River, Amy and I followed clues that led us to a important Scientific lab on Neptune, where a Dalek was in the middle of bringing the evil scientist davrous back from the dead (Davrous is an alien that mutated his race, the Kaleds, to create the Daleks.)
My team and I were unable to halt the resurrection of the evil mastermind, who then went on to create a new breed of Daleks. They were 5ft tall, and were purple with gold embellishments, and had the ability to split into two or more Daleks in extreme situations. He called them the Elite Guard. But what were they guarding? The Dalek Emperor of course!
It was these Elite Guard that captured Amy and I. Before my eyes, she was turned into a Dalek Queen, half encased in a shell like davrous, with her piercing eyes emitting a bright green light. She was beautiful, But just as evil. Nothing could have saved her. She was put in control of the elite guard, her now evil conscience encouraging them to kill. It was her that called for my death sentence.
"In front of me," her voice now had that metallic dalek sound to it. "Bring him her, and I will kill him personally to make up for the pain he has caused me!"
"My dear Pond, when did I ever give you pain, apart from that intimate night we shared a matter of weeks ago?" I chuckled at the memory. At this moment, I knew she would kill me.
"Love is never what I needed, Doctor. Love is weak. And our love is broken!" And with that she glided towards me, her weapon raised to level with my hearts. She looked down at my chained arms, and a sound emitted from her, almost like a laugh. A deep, evil laugh.
And then she shot me, with no pity, and no remorse. After all, she was a Dalek now.
My eyes closed, and opened, and closed again. I was in the Tardis with River when I began regenerating. Poor Amy did not know me well enough to know I had 13 lives. I am about to live for my 12th time…