"Through the anger of the beast, evil will rise. Evil will fade but never die."
Violet-blue eyes gazed down stoically through the thick glass of the UNIT headquarters. Analyzing the entire area, she could tell that guards were stationed in every corner of the facility, looking out for any intruders that dared to enter uninvited. Especially Department C-19. This is where the main leaders, including those from the Ministry of Defense gathered, experimenting their dangerous weaponry which in the past had killed millions of species especially those being humans.
Lightning flashed through the orange sky as the wind picked up, violet waves of hair flowing everywhere as the stranger stood up from their hunched up position. The difficulty of this mission was already foreseen and it wasn't going to be an easy task especially for one individual to handle, but there was no other option.
As the woman looked up into the orange sky, she closed her eyes for only a moment before she started to sing.
Shadows will wake
From every grave
Death is waiting
For another to fall
Empty souls, remorse is no more
Blood will rain
Upon this heavenly cruel world
Open your hearts to this misanthropic melody
For tonight
All shall die.
Seconds passed, calmly feeling the wind caress her face softly, hearing every heart beat in that facility.
"INTRUDER ALERT! INTRUDER ALERT!"
Footsteps and shouts were heard from every direction, guards screaming orders to their troops to secure the area.
As all these occurrences happened beneath her, a smirk formed on her lips as her eyes snapped open once more.
"Showtime."
Bringing one of her covered hands up to her mouth, she bit down on the cotton fabric of the purple-black gloves she wore and tore it off harshly revealing an upside down pentagram with thorns running down her wrist. Violet hair flowed freely in front of her face as she viciously punched the thick glass, shattering it with thousands of shards falling everywhere inside the white, bright halls.
"What the bloody hell was that?" a man called out, pointing his gun toward the source of the noise.
Other guards arrived shortly after, cocking their guns and positioning themselves ready to fire at the intruder.
"Tsk tsk tsk." An eerie echo slowly sounded through the hall, bringing dread to their souls as thunder rumbled through the sky. "Humans can be dreadful at times."
"Who are you? Show yourself!" one of the men called, apparently seeming to be the leader of the troops that stood behind him, menacing glares fixated on their one target.
With one swift movement, the woman jumped off the ceiling, landing gracefully on her two feet, violet hair falling into place behind her. The leader along with the rest of his crew were taken aback at the sight of this woman. There was no logical explanation as to what she was or her reason for being here.
She had long, violet hair that fell in waves past her shoulders with a charcoal-gray barade on top and a heart shaped face that fit perfectly well with her appearance. Violet-blue eyes stared at them blankly, a grimace darkening her expression. A dark, violet trench coat covered her physique with a black undershirt beneath which contained ripped, worn out holes revealing some skin and faded black jeans which were stained with what seemed to be dried blood.
The leader shook his head abruptly, bringing his attention back to the situation. Raising his gun at her, a cold glare formed in his icy, gray eyes as he barked at her.
"Who the fuck are you and what business do you have here?"
The woman with the violet hair tilted her head to the side, her hair falling slowly down the side. For a moment, she just looked at them with no sense of care whatsoever before speaking her first words.
"I am the one that hides in the shadows and seeks for the flesh of the wicked. There is no need for you to learn my name, dear General Hudson, but my business here is none of your concern."
General Hudson gasped at the mention of his name. "How…how do you know my name?" Panic could be heard in his voice now, his hand trembling holding the gun firmly in a tight grip. "Who are you? Tell me this instant or I'll have no regret telling my men to shoot you down."
The guards behind him were starting to shake with fear themselves, backing away cautiously as a dark aura started to creep around them. The woman with the violet hair grinned revealing her white, sharp teeth, that same aura surrounding her from head to toe.
Gray eyes widened with terror noticing the transformation occurring. The woman's hair and clothes were turning a pitch-black tone and the tattoo on her left hand was oozing down her fingers, dripping down onto the floor.
"There are many things I have learned about humans, Hudson, especially the fact that you murdered thousands to become what you are now. I know the evil deeds you have committed. I see only guilt in each of you and now you will DIE!"
Her voice boomed through the white halls, shadows roaming through the walls of the facility. What they started to hear caused them to drop their weapons trying to drown out the horrible, foul sounds…
Shrieks that sounded like they came from the very depths of hell…
Blood splattering everywhere…
The sound of gunpowder as it ripped through flesh…
General Hudson stared at his men in horror, turning his focus on this dangerous creature.
"What in the world are you?" he asked, despair evident in his voice still holding the gun.
The woman opened her eyes to reveal pitch-black orbs filled with malevolence, a deep resentment in the depths of her being.
"Let me show you, SHALL WE?" she said innocently which immediately turned into a demonic taunting voice. Raising her arm high into the air, General Hudson hadn't noticed the long, unidentified object she possessed.
Pulling it out with one, rapid motion she revealed what appeared to be an umbrella.
The old man gaped for only a moment, an internal struggle to question her intentions at that moment. Contemplating on whether to kill her or not, he was silenced almost instantly.
"It may seem like a simple object in the eyes of mortals but to me it is quite the ally" she spoke soothingly, sliding her finger through the fine silk. "An instrument of death."
Without any hesitation, she bit down on her hand savagely almost tearing the skin, crimson fluids falling down the silk of the umbrella. Soon enough, the umbrella was disappearing from her grasp, black feathers revolving around her form before being replaced by a deadly, long blade. It was a beautiful instrument that shined the sharp blades at each end, but an instrument that could shed the blood of innocent and wicked alike.
The woman held the black grip with no uncertainty, calculating each of their moves before they could even make them. They were vulnerable.
"Enough of this!" General Hudson barked, placing his finger on the trigger. "I shall not be fooled by some asinine girl. Go to hell!"
He pressed the trigger with all the force he could muster and the gun shot was heard.
Silence fell only for an evil cackle to resonate through the halls.
Blood splattered everywhere, drenching the guards' completely as the woman stood next to the General, the blade cutting through his body like he was thin air.
"You humans and your weaponry… When will you ever learn that the need of technology will be your very downfall?" Velvet, black hair flew wildly around her, slashing his body in half only for the guards to scream, but there was no escape from the shadow realm she had created.
"I had warned you ignorant fools that death would come, but of course, your pride is bigger than your brains. Oh well." She sighed in sick satisfaction before bringing the crimson, stained blade to her face. "Let's get this over with."
Pleas and screams echoed through the shadows of that realm only to be silenced one by one. Crimson fluid stained the dark halls, flesh being ripped and scattered, and the sickening thud that welcomed the evil within those shadows.
Then there was only one left.
He looked in his early twenties with light, brown hair that covered his forehead, sweat covering his face, brown eyes filled with terror as the woman approached him.
"Please don't kill me" he cried pathetically, shielding his head with his arms. "I beg of you!"
There was a moment of silence between them both, no response coming from the stranger.
She was considering at that moment whether to kill this young man and continue on with the mission, when a lightbulb hit her. In order to get her message to The Silence, she required their assistance even if it had to start from a mininal source. Nevertheless, once she was finished with them... the UNIT would be her next target.
"I have no intention to kill you. It seems I was wrong. Your heart is pure, young one."
The young man looked up at the woman and for the first time, he could see the sincerity in her dark orbs before she spoke in a menacing voice.
"Isaiah, I have one message and you must listen closely to every word." Her velvet, black orbs narrowed at this.
Isaiah shook his head in agreement, lowering his arms not even questioning how she knew his name.
"In these exact words, I want you to tell them from beginning to end: The Silence will fall. A Time Lord awaits, she shall hunt you down if it means killing an entire generation of wicked souls. Mercy is burnt like ashes. She hides in the darkest abyss and the time of the beast approaches. An alliance shall be formed, with their worst fear, the Oncoming Storm and your existence shall be erased from history along with the Daleks that took away everything from her. Hatred fills that very soul and her vengeance will not be fulfilled until she destroys what's most dear."
Isaiah gulped down nervously but nevertheless shook his head.
"Do you understand me?"
"Yes madam, however you wish but…" he hesitated for a moment before seeing the impatient glare she was giving him.
"Well?"
"If I am to give this message to them, by whose name is this message being given?"
The woman closed her eyes before the realm of shadows slowly dissipated only to reveal the empty, white halls again except there was no blood, no torn limbs scattered everywhere…
It was like the macabre events that he had just witnessed never happened.
Opening her eyes again, violet-blue eyes revealed themselves once more along with the violet hair she had introduced herself with.
She turned around to start marching away from him as he still sat there, looking up at her back. A shadow covered her eyes before she spoke.
"Tell them, that the name is Violetta. Violetta Arsonite."
Isaiah closed his eyes for a moment, but when he re-opened them again, the woman was gone only for him to be left completely alone.
Isaiah used all the strength he could to stand up, looking up at the shattered ceiling, lightning striking down from the heavens, hearing oncoming footsteps from the other troops around the area.
Before he even knew what he was doing, the brown haired man started to run down the hallway, heading down to the Department C-19 to give out this message, but furthermore, leading to another battle with a powerful foe.
A foe that was out for vengeance.
Amy was drenched in sweat and her mascara stained her cheeks, tears spilling down her eyes as she turned the hot water tap of the shower on.
Slowly walking inside, she let the hot water drip down her body, cleansing her from all the raw, vivid memories that she had to relive each day. Her heart was an empty hole of nothing more than loss and impossible dreams…with that one special person gone from her life. Taken away from her so unexpectedly.
Rory.
The fiery, red hair was replaced with velvet curls and that snowy skin was covered in purple bruises and red rashes that covered her entire body. Amy felt so dirty, unworthy of life at this point…
She wanted to die. Amy would welcome Death with open arms and be taken away into its grips if only she could see Rory once more…
At that thought, she sobbed her heart out as steam filled the restroom, the rain hitting softly against the window, shedding tears that the Scot girl could never do.
Amy could still remember his radiant smile and those light, green eyes staring down at her so lovingly; with all the love a man could have for a woman…
Rory was a selfless person, thinking about others before himself. That's one of the qualities that Amy loved about him. He made her so happy and now…
He was gone, away from her grasp.
Leaving her alone in a world where only reality had cruel intentions for an innocent girl like her, shattering all her hopes in that one, dreadful moment.
Amy was alone.
No Rory, no Raggedy Doctor to protect her or make her accompany him on his adventures, her daughter married to the man she once worshipped and waited for twelve years.
Twenty minutes had passed, but as she found the strength to stand up, she turned off the water tap and lazily pushed aside the shower curtain, her naked body drenched in wate grabbing the nearest towel.
Drying herself up, she walked up to her dresser and opened the cabinets. Taking out a few strips of clothing, she let the towel fall down to the carpet not caring if it got wet, dressing up once more in tight clothing. A push-up lime bra that made breasts pop out more along with a matching laced thong that fit her body perfectly. She hugged herself for a moment before adding light blush to her cheeks, blue mascara to her eyelids and red lipstick making her more attractive than she could ever be.
A soft knock came from the door. "Amelia, are you okay?"
"Come in."
The door swung open to reveal another woman dressed almost in the same manner except she had a white, long sleeve t-shirt on which only covered half her body. Her golden locks fell down her diamond shaped face and brown eyes filled with concern.
Amy turned around to look at her. "Eve, what are you doing here? You know I'm up next."
"I know" Eve said sadly, "I'm really scared for you..."
Amy raised her hand to silence her. "You don't need to say anything. This is my own choosing. Just let it be."
"But Amelia, I hate the fact that you are being beaten by these bastards! I want you safe!" Eve had tears in her eyes but Amy walked past her, giving her a small smile.
"Don't worry. I'll be fine."
Eve was about to say something else but before she could, Amy had closed the door behind her. Walking toward the source of all the cat-calling and electronic, dark wave music she stopped right behind the curtain. Her velvet hair falling slowly down her exposed chest as she waited.
"Now ladies and gentleman, I want you to give a warm, welcome to our sexy, feisty Scottish gal…Amelia!
Amelia put on a fake smile and opened the curtains, revealing herself to all these drunken strangers paying to see a good, strip tease. Red stilettos made her look much taller but as she reached the pole, she started to spin around the platform, her hair sexily framing her face making her more daring. She slid up and down the cool, metal bar, lights creating shadows on her snowy skin along with the beat of the music.
This was what her life had become without Rory.
Instead she was replaced by this imposter.
The mad, impossible, clever Amelia Jessica Pond that everyone once knew was no more.
Author's Note: Hope you guys enjoyed the first official chapter! I have more surprises and I'm not here to disappoint.
