Hi! I'm becky:)
This is my first Doctor Who fanfic so I hopeyou enjoy it, this is just a prologue so I will update with an obviously longer chapter in the next few days.
Have fun!
I scoop off the pile of books on the desk and shove them into my bag, slinging it over my shoulder as I shuffle out of the local library. I take a moment to put on my coat before I walk out into the winter night, glancing at my watch I decide to take the short route home. Even if that involves dark alleys, I will not miss the brand new episode of Doctor Who I have been waiting months for.
Fastening the buttons on my coat, I pull up the hood to shield myself from the falling snow.
"well at least it'll be a white Christmas" I smile to myself, setting off home.
The fresh snow crunches beneath my boots as I hurry home, turning down the streets of sheffield back to my pokey flat near the city's campus where I study.
I check the time once again on my watch.
10 minutes
I pick up my pace and almost break into a jog, I shiver as some snow falls onto my hands and I regret not wearing my gloves. Trying to ball them up into my sleeves, I suddenly become very tense.
I turn my head slightly but whip it back when I hear footsteps behind me.
Oh shit I hiss under my breath, trying to remember anything from all those self defence classes my mother forced me to go to when I was 13.
My heart starts to race as I hear the footsteps behind me getting louder and faster. My adrenaline starts to kick in and I start running, not knowing where I'm going, just away from whoever is behind me.
Oh why did I never take the time to get fit
My breathing starts to get laboured and my lungs start burning, my eyes start to prick with tears when I realise I'm slowing down
"leave me alone!" I shout to whoever is behind me, my voice breaking after every word.
I try to turn around for a second to see who my peruser is, but my foot catches on some ice and I fall to the ground smashing my head on the floor. My vision starts to get hazy and I scramble to the wall to steady myself
"what are you doing?" I almost whisper, as the man who was chasing me, pulls something out of his jacket.
Oh god, he's got a knife. "please don't hurt me" I cry, trying to prevent my loss of consciousness
"give me your bag!" the man hisses, shoving the knife against my throat, pressing it against my oesophagus. I struggle to breath as I pull my bag off of my shoulder
"OI! Get away from her!" a voice bellows from behind the man, the pressure on my throat disappears as my attacker scurries off, flicking the snow off the ground into my face.
I slump down onto the floor, but before I completely black out I catch a glimpse of my hero
"Doctor?" I murmur, not believing the sight infront of me.
But then, as he runs towards me;
Darkness.