Massacre
Chapter 1: None but I
Light was shimmering down into the small house on the edge of the street, through the curtained window onto the foot of a basic wooden bed. The sleeping body underneath the duvet stirred silently and poked a head out from under the small warm cave that had been created.
A mass of brown hair knotted itself down the teenage girls shoulders, highlighted with a few black streaks. Green eyes blinked madly in the suns rays, while a set jaw line yawned. She reached out a pale hand and reached out towards a glass of water. She moaned softly as she only got a mouthful of air as she tipped the glass back and placed it back on the bedside table, before sitting up and stretching her arms out. She frowned as she looked at her calendar. She could have sworn it was a Monday...
"Tess, would you get down here please?" Muttering under her breath, Jess reached over and grabbed a tacky purple dressing gown and stomped her way downstairs.
The Doctor frowned as he examined the TARDIS's control panel from underneath, poking his sonic screwdriver into a socket, which returned by hissing sparks at him. He growled and did it again, this time getting a more positive result as it hummed smoothly. Beaming at his own success, he pulled himself back out and stood up, gathering his coat and turning a few switches. Clapping as the TARDIS began to fire up he turned and announced his victory to Rose, but only to fine she wasn't there. Frowning slightly, he turned around. Then he heard the babble of voices and knew she was outside. Walking down the ramp and throwing open the doors, the Doctor smiled as he saw her talking to her mother and sat and waited until the both finished.
"We can go now, of course, that's if you want to go." The Doctor said to her, grinning as he watched her face light up.
"Of course, what do you think I am? Boring?" Rose laughed following him into the TARDIS.
"Perhaps." The Doctor said, grinning. Rose hit him on the arm and laughed. All of a sudden the Doctor froze and stared at his watch.
"Is it me or have we gone forward by three days?" He asked slowly, shaking the watch fiercely before turning to Rose. She cast her memory. Yesterday it was Tuesday...But today it was Saturday. The Doctor looked worried. He went forwards into the TARDIS and looked closely at the screen. He was right. There was something wrong and it was making its way into everyone else's life.
Tess sat on a bench, watching the world go by and her eyes fixing on the odd bird or person. The sun was cold, accompanied by a harsh wind, which picked up dust and tried to place it in her eyes. She blinked furiously as the wind picked up again, shielding her eyes with a single hand.
It was a normal weekend for her. She didn't enjoy being stuck in the house with her so called family. They were far from it. She was adopted from a care home in Manchester when she was 2 and was taken here. For years she had lived with the Wilson family, but it had only been a year since she had seen through the lie and was told she wasn't theirs. The happy days were gone and were replaced with bitter arguments, snapping answers and general negativity. Though, Jess had thought sourly as she glared at the ground below, there were no happy days. Just nice and polite, but at the same time lonely and depressing. There would be at least one smile in the whole household, that was referred to as 'nice' or 'pleasant'.
She sighed and looked at the dog that was passing by, tied to its owner by a red ropey lead. It was a Labrador, coal black with a noble face. A set of round chestnut eyes gazed longingly to run, set its legs at full power and chase some nearby pigeons. Tess could only frown and look up at the man on the other end of the lead.
If the saying that dogs look like their owners in this case, Tess would be shaking her head, but she only held herself back from her sanity.
Greasy blond her hung lowly on the fat chubby head, great dropping of fat drooling in places, giving the impression that he was about to weep. A tight top was something the he shouldn't have been wearing. His fat gut burst over his too small jeans and sweat was already visible from underneath the arms. Something told Jess that the Labrador was more likely to escape then to run around if he let it off the lead, Tess didn't blame it. Having to funeral march all the way round the park, you could examine every blade of grass and still count how many hairs they had.
All of a sudden, Tess felt a tingling right at the bottom of her spine. For some odd reason she closed her eyes, but she could still see the man and his dog in front of her. The sensation grew, flying its way up her back and into her head, hovering round her eyes. It was almost like flying straight up, speeding towards the stars.
Then, as fast as it had come, Tess felt it ebb away. Frowning, her head pounding slightly, she looked up. The man and his dog were gone. Tess started, looking frantically round and then she spotted him again, waddling along, the dog walking slowly beside him, perhaps looking embarrassed. Then as they came up to her, they vanished. Tess yelled out, her eyes wide. Then she saw them, yet again, at the end of the path. Then she heard a noise, as though engines were coming to a stop, something was screaming in her ears. She was sensing someone else, two people. But she had no time to watch the TARDIS appear, because she was running flat out towards the trees, hoping to hide between them and spy upon what was happening.
The Doctor stepped out of the TARDIS, looking frantic and scared. Something had made the TARDIS stop, something that had broken a time thread and put it on a loop. And not every day items or aliens could do such a thing, unless he had done it. Or...
He spotted it immediately. A large man and his dog, him waddling and dog merely slouching. He frowned, looking worried again. The sound of footsteps behind him announced the presence of Rose.
"What wrong? Why are we here still?" She asked, her tone was uneasy and sounded like glass. The Doctor nodded towards the time loop.
"Something, or someone, has been messing around with the time patterns." He explained. "Too complicated of course for human minds of course to give the full details, but basically, someone's managed to make that poor dog and his master go back and forth, not knowing a single thing, only thinking about what they were thinking before the time thread was messed with." Rose looked confused, blinking slightly and staring at the loop with wonder.
"So, what you're saying is that the guy can't even know he's in a time loop." She said, making to Doctor roll his eyes quickly, her idea of things always so simple and...well, maybe a bit on the average side.
"Yeah, if you want to think of it like that." He said, beginning to walk towards the time loop, but taking caution, for her had the events of November 7th 1987 in his mind. He'd sort of hoped that he wouldn't be in the sort of situation again, but, if he or Rose weren't careful about this, they might just have to go through it all over. Not fun.
"So, what could have done that?" Rose asked again, trying to keep up. The Doctor didn't answer. But an odd feeling was in his 2 hearts. It wasn't something he reckoned, but someone. And that someone, just may be, he hoped, another Time Lord.