A/N- Chapter two... All right...
Let's see now... This one will have more about the Doctor. My last version went way too fast. As in... There was not enough in each POV switch. AKA, it was way too short... *sigh*... Silly me for being ridiculous.
The Doctor
Humans had to be the most ridiculous beings in the universe. All the wonders of space and time, and they never failed to choose a location that was not only boring, but on their home planet as well. What interesting person would pick Rio in modern times when they could have just as easily said the Eagle Nebula or Raxacoricofallapatorius?
Well, maybe it wasn't easy to say the latter of those two, but that was beside the point. Sometimes humans were so boring.
Nevertheless, Amy insisted, so he drop the Ponds off for a vacation, but not without a few detours.
To be completely honest, the Doctor was excellent at driving the Tardis, but he couldn't bring himself to drop off his companions in Rio. He had his reasons but the main one was concerning something from a past life that he dare not mention. They never forgave him for the balloon incident and he had no desire to get reacquainted with local law enforcement.
So, Amy and Rory got their vacation, and he got to try and find an adventure to keep himself entertained. Which was turning out to be a more challenging task than he had thought it would be. The Tardis decided that she wasn't going to be helpful, and there wasn't a thing that he could do about it.
This meant that he had been even twice as bored as he was beforehand. The only thing the Timelord could think of to occupy his time was to lay on the floor and say every planet name he could thing of, alphabetically. It was the alternative to saying every word in the English dictionary, so he didn't complain.
Abydos...
Adipose 3...
Agora...
Alfava Metraxis...
Beep...
Wait... Beep?
The Doctor shot into a sitting position, and remained completely still, as if not to scare the noise away. He waited in silence. The only sound was his breathing and the ever present hum of the Tardis, and then it happened again... Beep.
This time he rose to his feet and stared around the spacious room. His eyes instantly went to the main console, and he waited for any signs of the noise... Beep.
And along with the noise and dark blue button flashed.
The button was nothing special, and never had he ever seen it go off in that manner. Actually, he had no idea what the button even did, but he was still overcome with the desire to touch it... Beep, the button flashed again.
Possibilities raced through his mind to what the button was for and why it was flashing. It could have been a malfunction in the inner workings of the Tardis, or perhaps a distress call. Whatever it was, it was blue, beeping, flashing, and looked like a promising way to have a good time.
He kept staring at the button as he made his way over to it. It seemed to draw him like a moth to flame and even before he could stop himself, he reached for it. His arm extended toward the button carefully and it was cool to the touch when he placed his palm on it... Beep... This time the sound was muffled under his hand.
"Okay, here we go." He said to no one and he pressed the button.
Iggy
I returned to the land of the living with a headache. Not just the normal headache that you get from listening to loud music for hours, but the kind that made it feel like your brain was throbbing against your skull. The kind that felt like your head had been used by a soccer player for practice. In general, it sucked, and my current state of undress wasn't helping matters. Someone had taken my shirt, but I couldn't find myself to care over the pain in my head.
Then there was the whole issue of the blindfold that was wrapped around my eyes and secured with duct tape that was clinging to my hair. That was an entirely different matter all together, and the sad part was that I didn't have the energy to laugh at the Eraser's stupidity. All I could do was think. My first thought was, "It's going to hurt when I yank that tape off if I escape." Which was quickly followed by, "Why am I blinfolded?" How ironic, a blindfold for the blind guy. That was enough to bring a smile to anyone's face.
It probably would've too, if not for the rest of my body screaming in pain.
My hands were still bound by zip ties, but unlike when I was still conscious, they were a mess. I could feel my skin that had been peeled off by the edges, laying against the tight plastic. It was almost like a blunt knife was being pushed against my skin. Plus, blood coated my wrists, hands, and lower arms, so that was always a bonus.
My ribs felt like they were pushing themselves against my lungs. I defiantly had broken ribs, but I knew for a fact that nothing internally had been punctured. I would've been dead. It was a small blessing, but it didn't help me with the feeling that a fat baby elephant was sitting on my chest. It must have been a consolation prize.
Another thing entirely was my leg which wasn't near as bad as the rest of me, but I was laying on it. That part didn't help matters at all, nor did the freezing concrete. It wasn't the soft, slightly damp forest floor I was used to, but it was accommodating in it's own way. That accommodation may have been horrible and filthy, but I had been on worse. However, it was the first time that I wanted to take a shower willingly.
All of these were enough to make anyone's day miserable, but what got me the most was my wing. Pain wasn't the problem. The real problem was that I couldn't feel it.
I knew there was a bullet lodged in my wing. I knew that blood coated my feathers making them sticking and clumped together, and I knew that it should have been hurting like nothing other. It terrified me that I felt nothing.
I wanted to panic, but what good would that do me? I was trapped, alone, and there was no way that back up would be coming.
Get it together, Iggy. This is no time for you to be a pansy. I scolded myself and I tried to calm my racing heart with deep breath of air. It was just my luck that the air smelled like gasoline and wet Eraser. Eew.
I tried not to focus on the stench that made my nose crawl off my face and die, and I focused on what the smells meant. The gas meant I was in a garage or some place that was focused around gas requiring activities, and the wet Eraser meant that someone really needed a shower or that it started raining. I could work with that.
The next step would've been to check for escape possibilities, but I was quickly discouraged when my wing gave a painful throb, making my breath hitch. I was half way relieved that I could feel my wing again, but another part of me, the slightly saner side, was screaming for the pain to leave. I hadn't noticed it before, but something was pressing into my back and lower chest. I found that the erasers hand tied my wings to my back using... a belt?
I grinned at the prospect of underfunded erasers, the universe never stopped amazing me.
The smile was, however, quickly cleared off my face when I heard them. The Erasers were coming. Their footsteps echoed off the concrete and bounced across the walls. The echoing let me know how big the building was, but I didn't focus all my mind power on finding that information out. I was too distracted by the sudden sound of florescent lights buzzing and flickering on above me.
"He's awake." One of them said, and I as they got closer I could make out seven different pairs of feet approaching my prone form. I could have sworn their had been eight in the forest. That left me wondering, where had the other one gone?
The seven of them stopped at various places around me, forming a loose circle.
Silence rang through the building and the only sounds I could hear were the lights, and my own labored breathing. I wondered what the Erasers were doing, but I already knew. Dogs liked to play with their food before they ate it.
"Hey Birdy." One of them greeted and I resisted the urge to chirp at him. I was in enough trouble enough.
"What? Got nothing to say, Birdy?" The Eraser repeated and I heard boots pounding against the conrete, getting closer to me, only to stop inches from my head.
"Aren't you gonna sing for us?" The Eraser joked and he grabbed me by arms and pulled me to my knees. I knew that I was going to have hand shaped bruises for days.
"Sing." He ordered, but I kept my mouth firmly shut.
"Sing." He growled and he slipped a cold, sharp object under the belt, and between my wings, placing the edge of a blade against my back. I still kept my silence.
Well, I did before the Eraser slid a knife across my back, right between my wings, cutting deeply in the sensitive skin.
I couldn't stop the scream that ripped it's way out of my throat, eventually dying into pained gasps and barely suppressed sobs.
"That's better. You better get used to singing, Birdy. The boss don't want you any more. You're ours now." The Eraser whispered in my ear and I felt the entire weight of my situation suddenly crash down on me. I had no witty come back for this. I was alone and had become a chew toy for a pack a dogs. No one would be coming to rescue me.
"Let's have some fun." Was the last thing I heard before I stopped being able to comprehend things over my screaming. The Erasers took turns slicing into me. Pain and blood radiated out of me through the massive gashes on my back, and it seemed like it had been going on forever. I wanted to pass out, anything to escape the agony of a knife piercing my skin over and over again. If I ever got to heal, which there wasn't a good chance of, I would have scars covering my back to constantly remind me of my time with my new friends.
My mind was slowing down from the blood loss, and I had run out of screams for the monsters. I was slowly ebbing away. I might have been mistaken, but I swore I heard a vworp sound, but I couldn't be sure. I was too occupied watching another hairy fist make contact with my face.
A/N- Oh! Gasp! Cliffhanger action!
Not really if you've read the old version, but whatever... :D
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