Hey guys, so this new story, is for my best friend Amy - her username is TheSlayerInTheTardis and she is one of the best people I know. She's a massive Doctor Who fan and now so am I ;) and I want to dedicate this story to her; she helps me a lot with my stories and we are currently writing 'Our Adventures In The Tardis'. Go check it out please. :)
Hell In High Heels
Doctor Who Fanfiction
Chapter 1
Jessica Amelia Parker was fairly ordinary. Well, there was the slight chance that she was insane and belonged in a mental hospital, but that can be overlooked; it hasn't been proven… Yet.
Anyway, this story isn't about Jessica's sanity, or lack of. This is about the night everything changed for her; this is the night she met the Doctor.
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It was pitch black when I left the club – far too late to call a taxi or get a bus. The trains had stopped. Even stranger, the street lights weren't working either. It made me uneasy as I walked through the rather shonky side of town, so I could get back home. The dark had never really bothered me before but something didn't feel right. Even at this hour, 2 'o' clock in the morning, there was always something going on but the whole city was silent. It didn't feel right at all.
Something moved out of the corner of my eye and I spun round, cursing my clumsiness and my five-inch stilettos as I stumbled slightly.
"Hello? Is anybody there?" I called out nervously, biting my lip. I heard sudden footsteps behind me but before I had a chance to turn round, a hand clamped down onto my mouth as a distinctly male voice whispered 'shh' into my ear. My eyes narrowed and I elbowed the man forcefully in the stomach, before sprinting off. I didn't get very far before I toppled over because of my stupid heels – not to mention my awful balance!
I heard running footsteps and tried to scramble back up onto my feet but hissed in pain when I tried to put pressure onto my ankle; it seemed the fall and my heels had caused the ankle to sprain. I cursed as the footsteps stopped by my head, and whoever it was crouched down next to me.
"Get away from me." I snarled, managing to force myself back onto my feet, despite my ankle screaming at me in agony; I gritted my teeth, attempting to make another run for it. Strong hands gripped my wrists firmly.
"Calm down. I'm not going to hurt you." The man said but I just scoffed.
"Yeah right, of course you're not going to hurt me. Let me go and prove me the hell wrong!" I shouted but in the small amount of light from the moon that shone down, I could easily see him shake his head.
"Exactly." I snapped, glowering.
"No. Look, I swear, I'm not going to hurt you. But there's something out there and you need to trust me. Please." He said, practically begging and I laughed humourlessly, rolling my eyes.
"Right, trust you because that's going to…" I faltered as something rolled shakily over the road towards us. I stumbled backwards and the man moved away as well, his hand still gripping my wrist.
"What is that?!" I demanded as he released my wrist, grabbing my hand tightly instead.
"Run!" He yelled, dragging me away from the… I didn't know what it was!
"What the smegging hell is that?" I shouted as we ran from it desperately.
"It's a Dalek." He answered and I glared at his head.
"What the bloody hell is a Dalek?"
"That thing!" He half gestured to the thing behind and I groaned in annoyance as he dragged me along with him. I stumbled slightly, almost going forwards and he reached out to catch me, before hastily carrying on running. He took a sharp turn but stopped abruptly when he realised we'd gone straight down into a dead end.
"Oh well done, now what are we going to do?" I snapped, bent over panting.
"You are inferior. You must be exterminated." The 'Dalek' (whatever the hell one was) said, beginning to glide down the alley towards us. My eyes narrowed and I scoffed.
"Not if I've got anything to do with it." I muttered, taking off my shoe.
"Bye-bye, pepperpot." I spat, throwing my shoe at the robot. The heel hit the 'thing' right in what I assumed was it's 'eye-piece' and it shuddered before… I guess 'dying' would be the correct term.
I smirked to myself, before turning back to the man, whose mouth was open in an 'o' shape; he was completely speechless.
"Yeah, I'm awesome. I know." He turned back to me sharply. "Now, who the freaking hell are you?!"
"I'm the Doctor."