Author's Note:
This is my first FanFic, about my OC. I own nothing of the Doctor Who Universe.
'Nothing ever happens at this post…' thought Pvt. Johnson. 'His life was a joke, he was finally excepted into U.N.I.T. And he got saddled with watching the Time Vortex Flux Monitor. Which was located in the sub-basement, do you know how long it takes to get all the way from level 4 to the SUB-basement?! Just under a hour! One hour walking every day! Just to get to his 'needed' post.' The clock's face clicked to 10:00
PM. "Finally..." He mumbled.
*Beep*
"Oh, goddamn… As soon as I start to leave! Now I'm gonna process another false alarm!"
He started to sit down when the beeps rapidly grew higher and louder. "Oh my god!" He stood up and quickly ran out of the tiny room. Sprinting down the hall he thought to himself, 'The levels of flux were consistent with a TARDIS!' He clicked on his radio.
"This is Pvt. Johnson! We have a Code M.D.! Code M.D.!"
He got no response from the control room. He had no time to think anything of it before he heard screams coming from the area ahead. The screams sounded odd... Very shrill, but human. They stopped as he got to the door they were coming from.
He slowly turned the handle, and peaked inside. What he saw was stunning. 5 of the most beautiful, elegant, things he ever saw. He walked into the room so mesmerized, he did not notice the flayed corpses of his fellows nor the blood spattered across everything, including the air ducts that crisscrossed the room. He did not even notice the odd shaped alabaster rifles on their backs, or the bloodied knives hanging from their belts, only the beauteous beings in front of him.
Slowly he shuffled across the room, his gaze locked in a state of awe and wonderment. The 5 never turned from there work at the console, they never turned from keys and buttons. They kept doing what they came here to do. Johnson's body was moving like it was under something else's control, never failing, never stopping, as he shuffled closer and closer…
Suddenly, a line of dazzling color lanced out from above, striking one of the beings in front of him. Where the line struck, the armor crumbled and flaked away. Its flesh was melted off, leaving only pure white bone behind.
The being collapsed to the floor the others turned and stared at Johnson, believing he was to blame for their companion's death. They drew their knives, for they planed to make his death slow… Johnson only noticed that they were looking at him, their faceplates a beautiful look of anger sculpted on to them. "So beautiful…" He absently muttered.
Suddenly four more of the lance-like lines shot out from above, striking two more. Both fell to the ground, their flesh gone. The other two dived for cover; Johnson vaguely registered an ugly horrible thing drop down from the air ducts next to one of the magnificent beings. Before it could raise its knife, the thing shot the being in the faceplate.
Johnson was aghast, how could someone kill the beings? How could something so ugly, so un-like the armored beauties, kill them? The other being back peddled and tried to leave, but the ugly thing shot it in the back, it fell dead.
Johnson was enraged. This THING just kill the five most beautiful things ever! He charged at him, "AHRLLLRAGERD!" he screamed. The thing turned and shot him, he blacked out.