This chapter is quite short because I wanted to end it on a cliffhanger. Enjoy and please review!
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Chapter 2 – Something wicked this way comes
The Doctor swivelled round in alarm. It had gone. The door had gone. Vanished. In its place stood an exact copy of himself. Same skinny frame, same wild hair, same shocked expression. Same everything. He kept turning on the spot. The panic was beginning to well up inside him now, hitting dangerous levels. Adrenaline pumped through his system, burning up his insides. It played hazard with his body, turning him this way and that in a malformed dance that would have appeared almost comical to any ignorant spectator. There were more of them, all in a circle. Following his every move in some sick, twisted game. When he turned, they turned. When he looked at them, they stared back, unblinking. Their eyes showing such dreadful pain. The Doctor was unable to cope any longer and crumpled.
"Stop it. Please stop it!" His cry came out as a terrified whisper. Now frozen to the spot he saw that his clones had moved their lips in synch with his, but no sound had come out. All was silent except the pounding of his hearts in his ears and the sound of his shallow breaths. And then it dawned on him.
"What?"
Martha glanced at her watch. The Doctor had been gone for five minutes. She frowned. He would never misplace his sonic screwdriver. So what was taking him so long? Shrugging, she turned back to her magazine. She had learnt a long time ago that she need not worry about the Doctor. He could look after himself.
"Oh, who am I kidding..." Rolling her eyes she got up and headed for the TARDIS.
Well, at least it was still there. He hadn't abandoned her. She tried the door. It was locked. Sighing, she knocked on the door.
"Doctor, have you found your screwdriver?" No reply. "Doctor!" He still didn't answer. As unpredictable as he was, he wouldn't just ignore her.
And then she saw something that made her stomach clench in fear. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a woman turn the corner of the road. A very familiar woman. Too familiar. "iOh my god.../i" Abandoning any previous thought of the Doctor she sprinted after the woman, her gut telling her to run in the opposite direction. But she ignored it. If it was one thing the Doctor had taught her, it was this. iDon't run away from a problem. Run towards it and fix it before it affects anybody else. /i Your gut isn't always right, especially after too many mince pies.
Martha turned the corner and cried out in shock. The woman she was following had stopped part way down the road and was staring at her intensely. Martha couldn't move, she just gazed at the woman in horror. She had seen her fair share of aliens and monsters and impossibilities in her time, but this... This was something different. What she saw scared her more than anything in her life. She was looking at a mirror image of herself. The woman was Martha. An exact copy.
The copy turned and disappeared into the distance leaving Martha standing frozen to the spot.
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