The Doctor swung the sledgehammer over his head mustering all the strength in his bones; and brought it down as hard as he could, burying the metal head deep into his target. There was a thick, wet crunch and bits of flesh flew up and spattered his face. The Doctors expression never changed from one of maniac glee whilst he swung the hammer and brought it down again and again, until nothing remained of his target but a red, dripping mass of pulp. He tried not to think about how very much he was enjoying his work. When, it was finished, he dropped the hammer, head down, and let the handle fall out of his hands, like an afterthought.
I hurt myself today
To see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
The only thing that's real
The needle tears a hole
The old familiar sting
Try to kill it all away
But I remember everything
Rose waited until he'd abandoned the hammer before approach him. "It's done," she said taking his sticky, dripping hand. "We're safe. The universe is safe."
The Doctor gave her a weary half-smile and licked the drippings from his free hand. "Safe for now, anyway," he said.
What have I become
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know goes away
In the end
And you could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
"What happens now?" Rose asked, daring to glance back at the puddle of carnage they were leaving behind.
"We get out of here, before someone finds what's left and they try to find the one who did it. We'll be halfway across the galaxy by then." Said the Doctor.
Rose's stomach clenched a little. "But your fingerprint's are all over the hammer. Shouldn't we take it with us?"
I wear this crown of thorns
Upon my liar's chair
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
Beneath the stains of time
The feelings disappear
You are someone else
I am still right here
The Doctor smirked. "I'm going to be conspicuous enough walking out of the building. If I brought the hammer with me, we'd never make it back to the TARDIS. The good news is that Time Lords don't technically have fingerprints the way humans do. Besides, I'm not entirely sure this planet has developed so sophisticated a level of forensic technology. I mean," he jerked his head backwards towards the remains. "Look at who and what they choose for their gods."
"Shouldn't we get the rest of them too?" Rose asked. They were walking through a white stone corridor, and she couldn't help noticing that the Doctor's trainers were leaving a trail of pink footprints behind them. "Maybe you should take your shoes off."
He stopped walking, looked behind him at the footprints. Slightly his brow furrowed. "Quite right." He toed off his trainers and, tying the laces together, slung them over his shoulder and continued walking. He winked at her, "Barefoot on a moon."
The bits of flesh that fell from where they'd landed on his suit, there was nothing they could do about them.
The hallway gave way to a grand staircase, made of the same white, stone as the hall. The ceiling, apparently, constructed from one solid sheet of glass, arched several dozen feet overhead, and the sun shined bright on them as down they walked. The sky was lemon yellow, with a scattering of orange clouds near the horizon.
If I could start again
A million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way
There was a security guard at the bottom of the steps, like he was waiting for them. The doctor stopped walking, and Rose followed suit, glancing around nervously.
"What?" she asked. He indicated the guard with a nod of his head.
"Two options," he said. "Try to play it casual and walk out of here like we're Queens of The May, or make a run for it and we don't stop until we reach the tardis. It's your choice."
Rose paused for a moment to consider, "You know I love the running."
He nodded, "And the TARDIS isn't far."
"And you're obvious. The longer we stand here, the bigger a puddle you're leaving."
"Right," he said. "Only option is to run." He offered her his hand and she took it. They exchanged breathless grins and sprinted the rest of the way down the stairs, ignoring the guard's admonishment to slow down in a place of worship, and hit the doors at top speed, shoving them heavily out of the way as they made it into the open air and began a mad dash down the steps towards the TARDIS.
They were halfway there when the alarms started to sound.
"Faster!" The Doctor cried, pulling Rose along behind him. Even at some distance from the temple's front entrance, they could still hear the sharp clacking of several pairs of boot's coming down the steps towards them.
A laser blast tore over their heads and Rose screamed.
"Oh, now!" the Doctor shouted over his shoulder. "Isn't that a bit much?"
"Well," Rose gasped, "you did just do murder."
Another laser blast ripped through a decorative shrubbery as they passed, raining scorched leaves and petals down on them as they took a sudden right turn and found themselves barreling down a steep hill. The TARDIS was waiting for them, at the bottom of the hill.
"Completely justifiable, and only murder in the most technical sense of the word."
They spilled down the hillside, fighting to keep their feet under them as their momentum threatened to knock them off their feet and send them rolling out of control. When they got to the bottom of the hill the Doctor slid on his knees to stop himself from crashing into the tardis and Rose did the same but fell sort of forward onto her face. The Doctor jerked her to her feet and they went inside the Tardis, safe at last.
"We're safe at last," He said, sighing.
What have I become
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know goes away
In the end
And you could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
"Why did you do it?" Rose asked, "Why was the safety of the universe dependint on that thing! Why did you kill it?"
The doctor smiled lovingly at her, with love in his eyes. "My darling Rose, it was never alive. What did it look like to you?"
"A watermelon," Rose said.
"And thats all it was," the Doctor said, "I swear it."
"Then, why were they worshipping it, like a God?" She asked.
The Doctor smiled even more lovingly. "Because they were told it was a god. This planet is ruled by a group of melon-worshipping rejects who call themselves Worshippers United. This use to be an open-minded planet with fair rules and a great sense of harmony. Then Worshippers United came and began turning everyone on the planet in to the authorities on every trumped-up charge they could imagine, under the guise of protecting the morality of the population. Then, once all the threats to their power were out of the way, Worshippers United took over the planet. They replaced all the true gods with their magical melons, and have been executing everyone who disagrees with their version of the rules of the planet. The regular, law-abiding citizens of Planet Fanficka have been in fear of these thugs for too long. Now that I smashed their main melon to bits, people will be able to see that their supposed gods are nothing but watermelons, and that everything Worshippers United stands for is a great big lie, and maybe they can be brought to justice. That's the hope, anyway. Now, get me a wet rag so I can get this juice off my hands. I'm all sticky."
If I could start again
A million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way