Hi. I haven't totally disappeared from Fanfiction. I wrote this one night. And today I was reading it to my Whovian friend, when the kid who sits next to me says he wants to read it. Except the things is, we don't really get along, he calls me a bully...and I tell him to shut up. HE is the 'bully.' Anywho, haha 'anywho?' No? Ok..
I don't own Doctor who! BBC and Steven Moffat and some other heartless British people do...no offense to Britain.
Gallifrey. With its magnificent snowcapped mountains, its lush red grass, and an orange sky illuminating the world below it. With sunlight that bounced off sliver trees. Beautiful. But not today.
Today there was no sunlight, no animals, or flowers, or people. Only fire, smoke, ash, corpses, and a teddy bear whose owner it had lost. People running about because they didn't know what to do.
There was no chirping, chatting, or gleeful laughter. Just screams. Yells. Cries. Begging for mercy. Begging for help. All lost causes as the robotic noises of the malicious monster rang out ready to obliterate them all.
The grass wasn't the same. It was red alright, but not the pleasant red that children would play on. The grass was stained. Blood stained. The ground was littered with rocks, people's possessions, and a few unlucky Daleks. Though their weapons did little against the merciless enemy, the Gallifreayans put up a hell of a fight. But even then too, corpses piled up street after street, stacked up high. Boys, girls, men, women, and some Time Lords, who simply didn't regenerate. People yell and scream and run and trip, over the stacks that they will soon become part of; to slow to outrun the Daleks. And the sky wasn't a bright orange which everyone looked up at on a sunny day. No, it was spotted. Ships and ships of Daleks ready to exterminate everything and everyone in its path.
And in the midst of it all, there was a man. Fighting on the fronts lines, watching his people and planet burn. He was a man who would have many names, many faces, many friends, and many foes. A man with a duty to do. He knew he had to end the suffering of his planet, however severe the consequences. A burden that would haunt him for eternity. The Doctor fought on, knowing this moment would be burned in his mind forever.
Yes I realize that was morbid. And it turned out to be quite short. In my note book, it was a page and a half. Aww man...
Please review on what you thought..
-randomosity4arty