This a fan fiction. The characters are owned by people that aren't me. (Well, that is until I turn everyone in the world into me…) This is my first fan fiction and my first work of this size. Please leave reviews, but also be kind when doing so.
Prologue:
Humanity is, at its heart, a contradiction. Human civilization is a mass of right and wrong, strong and weak, good and evil, life and death. Yet, there was one that was a greater contradiction; a man that was not a man.
He lived in box that was not a box and was large and small at the same time. His name was unknown, but he was known throughout the universe. He was young, and so very very old. He was the Doctor, and his journey was just beginning.
The TARDIS slowly orbited the planet Earth. Its timelord stood hunched over its console, his hands, clenched into fists at his sides, shaking with anger. He had lost his humans.
The day's events played through his head over and over again: Rory's disappearance, River's book, the angels…the goodbye. And now, the madman stood in his box with one word at the forefront of his mind. Revenge.
He wanted to find the angel, the one that had taken Amy, but he did not want to kill it. No, death would be too kind. He wanted to find the angel and make it hurt, make it feel the pain of his loss. However, his own rules would not let him do it.
He hated himself. He hated himself for wanting to hurt the angel, and hated him self for not doing it. Thus, he stood in his box reliving his sadness while he tried to decide whether to leave the angel alone or take revenge.
The decision would soon be taken from him.