(Real)Disclaimer: Doctor Who and the characters of it's show do not belong to me.
No infringement meant on the owners and associates, nor BBC.
Thanks to SonicJules for proofreading ^^
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Rose felt her legs were burning with liquid fire as she rounded another corner at top speed, urging her feet to run faster. She had to get away, away from Her. If only she hadn't been so stupid! She felt a sharp pain in her side, blocking off the oh-so precious oxygen she needed. Suddenly she felt her knees buckle, unable to carry her further away from danger. Terrific, she thought, complete shut-down of all systems from my toes all the way up to my hips! Or make that brain, she added a few seconds later as she took in her surroundings. She'd ended up in a dark and clammy alley with a dead end. A stupid dead end!!! Giving up the struggle to get her cramped muscles to move again, Rose rested her now scraped and bloody hands in her lap, straining her ears to pick up the sound that had haunted her during her flight.
There it was.
Rose closed her eyes, feeling tears welling up when she heard a familiar voice screaming as She approached. Anguished brown eyes looked at the dirty window of a store that sold electronic devices… and there it was. THE medium of the 21st century, the dreamt playmate for little children and the ideal sweetener for parents with more kids than they could handle: a TV.
An ordinary, old, lamp infused likely-to-be-broke-in-8-months TV.
Only for Her, it wasn't an ordinary telly, it was so much more.
For Her…- the brown eyed girl began shivering as static began filling the dark screen of the telly, slowly revealing a shady black-and-white image- for Her it was life!
A woman's head filled the screen, smirking at the cowering girl on the other side of the glass.
'HUNGRY! HUNGRY!!!!!'
At these words Rose screamed as long tendrils of energy left the TV screen and attached themselves to her head. The screaming intensified in pain and fear when she felt a strange, familiar pulling at her face. The woman on the screen laughed as She felt the joyous sensation of youth and strength infuse itself deep within Her. When She felt the intensity of the act decrease, She pulled back the octopus-like arms and giggled.
'Good girl! Too bad you won't be able to show yourself in the crowd, now that you have lost face!!!' Laughing, like mad the woman looked at the face-less girl now standing in front of Her, robbed now of everything that made her an individual: her chocolate brown eyes, her nose, her mouth and tongue that would peek from between her teeth if she laughed and – for some strange reason- her ears. All that was left was a blank, surrounded by blonde, waving hair.
A blank…
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Rose bolted up from her bed, falling on the ground with a solid thud. Gasping for air, the girl frantically scrambled to her feet, trying to untangle her legs from the blanket that had her limbs in a tightening grip. Finally freeing herself, Rose practically flew towards the door that lead to her bathroom, throwing herself inside only to stop dead in front of the mirror. Frightened brown eyes scanned her face, searching wildly for anything that was missing. When she was sure she had investigated every square millimetre of her face, Rose sighed in relief and hung her head, steadying herself on the sink.
That had been one hell of a nightmare! After their events with the Wire, Rose and the Doctor had been loafing about the streets of London, enjoying the street parties that had celebrated the big parade. Knowing Rose's sweet tooth and the fact she liked to eat (a bit) more when she was stressed or irritated, the Doctor had taken the very serious task on him to stuff the youngest of the Tyler women with pastries, cookies and bright pink lemonade that- as the Doctor had pointed out- worked very well with her pink skirt. When Rose had finally been able to stop the Doctor from shoving any more sweets into her mouth and after she'd returned the huge megaphone she'd used to make her message clear to the Doctor to its rightful owner, she'd dragged her companion back to the Tardis, ready to take a good long nap. The only reason she'd been able to return with him to his spaceship, dragging him along at his ear, was that the Doctor had been a bit disorientated because Rose had been yelling ' I DON'T WANT ANYMORE SWEETS, PASTRIES OR COOKIES!!!' in his ear for 8 minutes.
Rose chuckled softly as she remembered the dazed-like state he had been in when they entered the Tardis. She'd given him a friendly pat on his cheek and headed for her room. She groaned as she remembered the heavy feeling of her stomach when she lay down. No wonder she was having nightmares. She'd eaten enough pastries to feed a whole army of Slitheens if they'd taken a fancy to sugar instead of human flesh.
Taking a few deep breaths Rose looked at her reflection again to give her face a last check-up when she noticed her hands were sticky and wet.
Probably sweaty, it was awfully warm under that blanket, after all.
She lifted her hands to wash them when she noticed the red hand prints on either side of the sink that she had been bracing herself on a few seconds earlier. Trembling she turned over her hands to see them all bloody from the scrapes she had suffered from falling in the dark and clammy alleyway in her dream.
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There you go, my first attempt to a Doctor Who fanfic. It's the first chapter of the story so to those who liked it; there's more on its way ^^
Please review so I know what you thought of it.
Disclaimer: I don't own them; if I did you'd REALLY think I'd have let K9 go out of the picture? CYBER DOGGIES RULE!!!!