Misao's POV:

When I dream, I don't see the things that I longed for. All I see are the things that I try to escape from; the memories that haunt me.

Tonight is the memories that lurk in the back of my head, the ones that eat away at my sanity. They make me want to shove a pencil into my cranium; just to stop them from flooding into my façade. This time they are the most vivid. Just as they were when I was young.

I slip into the memory and relive the things that torture me everyday since it happened.

The air is dusty, but there is a cool breeze blowing through my hair. Bliss happiness fills me up as I watch the types of people swarm around me. I feel loved. The crack of the whip shatters that happiness though.

I look over to where the sound came from, noticing a human women lying on the cold cobblestone street. With each blow of the whip skin is ripped like weak fabric, and liquid crimson spills out from underneath. The color of the sun only intensifies the color, nearly turning it black. White skin looks caked with blood, and as I look over to the side lines for help panic stricken. I notice a face in the distance. The face of her son is filled with tears, but as I look up at her owner. I see the monster staring at the women with a look of pure menace. It was my father.

I find myself turned to the cracks that give me a way to look out onto the streets, the sun was brightly shining on my face as I slowly propped myself up with my arm. I stretched and curled back up into a ball on my sheet. I start to tune into the low morning hustle of the side streets, only to jump when I hear the main gate open and the sound of a man yelling hits my ears in a painful manner. My ears fall flatly against my head as I grind my teeth together in seething silent fury. Idiot needs to shut up. I think, wrapping my tails around my body.

"COME ON!" Screams the voice at an ear splitting manner. "TAKE ME LIKE A MAN!"

He is being dragged by two bulky guards as he screams more nonsense. They simply threw him it the cell across from mine and locked the door. He certainly seemed out of place due to the fact that he was wearing a fine suit with a waistcoat and even a pocket watch connected to his pressed trousers and his vest underneath. He seemed to be as irritated as I was, though it was for obvious reasons.

The man was sitting flat on his ass as he glared up at the guards holding swords close to his jugular. "Quiet. I won't hesitate to chop off your head." Warned one of the guards.

I didn't doubt it, though I knew that they would give the man the benefit of the doubt unlike me. They had just thrown me in my cell and not even cared to check my inflicted wounds. They still ached at me. "OH REALLY?!" He said with another shout. "Now what would your boss think about that!?" His voice came out in a nasty growl as he bent himself closer to the swords held to his neck.

My ears screamed at me as they pressed themselves closer into the untidy curls furled over my scalp and shoulders. God! I thought, inwardly grinding my teeth together. Is there nothing that will make this lunatic shut up?!

I could tell that the guards weren't liking it too much either. With every erratic shriek they cringe slightly. I almost felt bad for them. However, that isn't the reason why I screamed out. I was purely annoyed by the man across from me. "Oi, waist coat!" I started with a bitter taste emerging from the depts of my throat. "Why don't you shut it before you make us all deft?"

All eyes were turned to me, though I still had my back turned to them. I was now sitting up, my hands balled into tightly wound fists in my lap. Everything in this section of the jail was absolutely silent. No one moved, not one word was spoken. All just gapped at me.

I scoffed in the back of my throat and looked over my shoulder at them. "What? Have you idiots never seen a woman with a backbone?"

More gapping developed from silence, but this time it only lasted for a moment. The door to the man's cell was shut and latched. I noticed immediately that they had none of the electric fences on his like they did on mine.

"Misao! I wonder what would happen if we snapped our fingers?"

They knew what would happen if they did. The guards now holding malice in their smiles were referring to the fact that they were earth Vitreen, which meant that they could bend it however they wanted to. I remember when I had first came here I had bitten one of them. It wasn't very classy but it had been fun. Anyways, they had used their abilities to bend the inside on my hand cuffs to make sharp spikes dig into my skin. I had screamed out, and ever since then I have wanted to rip them all apart with what little energy I had left.

"I wonder what would happen if I shoved my foot up your ass, but hey. I don't do it, now do I?"

I watched them over my shoulder as they merely scoffed at me. Someday. I thought, glaring at them from behind my curtain of hair. Someday I will rip those sneers off of their damn faces.

One of the guards leaned in closer to where my cell was and grinned at me behind the electric door. "Let's see you get a bit closer, Misao. I wanna see what happens."

"I think I have a better idea. You come in here. Let's see who lasts the longest."

I am staring at the oblivious people on the streets while this conversation is going on. I would love it if he did come in, so that I could rip off something. Nonetheless, I knew it was highly improbable. "Hey, Delliand…. The Doctor has been a bit quiet…"

Delliand scoffed at his coworker. "Who cares!? Besides, we have to go check on prisoner 2559."

I heard their heads turn to me as they left. That only edged me on a little more. See, my ears were so sensitive that they could hear the slightest of movements. It was my asset and my curse. I hated loud areas with a burning passion.

The man across from me moved finally and as I looked over my shoulder, I found him staring at me through the bars. "Misao…." He said after moments of silence. "Why does that name sound familiar…?"

"Maybe because it's my name?"

My voice was bitter, though it had been that way for awhile now. I haven't trusted men for a good amount of time. That at least got him to smile. "You're a bit of a smart alike, aren't you?"

"Hmmm, gee. What gave you that idea?"

"You're speaking English too… You're American?"

"Yes and no. If we're gonna play 20 questions however, I won't tell you shit. It's like another freaking interrogation session."

He was quiet after that, so once again I found myself watching my own people mingle about the streets. When women went out we had to wear masks of foxes and they were customized to the person, though criminals had to wear one that was black with their crime written on the forehead. I knew that they were making mine as I sat here rotting in my cell. It was likely that I would be sold as a sex slave, though there were other possibilities.

I started to doze off a little when I noticed something peculiar. A little male child came up to my cell. "Lady Misao." He said with a smile, his eyes teeming with light. "I have something for you."

A small hand came out from one of the cracks in the wood, clutching a fist sized green apple. Granny smith to be exact, not to mention my favorite. I looked him in the eye and raised one of my eye brows. "I'm fine, thank you for the gesture, child."

He shook his head and held it out a little more. "They starve you. I know they do. They're trying to make you eat the soul energy of those around you. Please take it."

I reluctantly held out my hand as he sat it in my shackle bound hands. "Never be beaten down Lady Misao."

I watched the child leave and turned the apple in my hands. I am sitting cross-legged now, my long tails swishing back and forth as I smile wearily at the apple. Perhaps there is hope for the new generation of Vitreen. I thought, my smile growing fonder with each passing thought.

"You have a soft spot for children." Came the voice of the prisoner across from my cell.

A heavy sigh, one with the weight of her people filled into it, came tumbling out of my lungs. I felt a small tear form around my left eye. "Perhaps." I whispered, caressing the apple in my small hands.

I heard him shuffle as I thought of a question to ask him. "You're a curious person. The Doctor, wasn't it?"

The Doctor let out a small short laugh crossed his legs. "Yes. And you are Misao…" There was a small pause as he thought. "The children seem to respect you."

"No, not all of them. That child was a rare one."

"Rare? What do you mean?" he said, his voice filled with questions he didn't dare to ask.

I couldn't help but smile at his thoughtfulness. It wasn't often that people were that considerate, however, I don't want to be questioned. Nonetheless, I answered him without hesitation. "My people don't tolerate criminals."

My ears twitched at the sound of him scoffing. "Don't you mean women?"

The knot in my stomach twisted as the words tumbled out of his mouth. He had struck a nerve. Even so, I plowed through his question. "What planet are you from? You certainly don't smell of anything I've smelt before which, I will note, is hard. Not to mention you have a British accent. You even look human, though so do I when I don't have five tails coming out of my tail bone."

"Why do you hide your face?" He asked, throwing my question into the dirt.

"Oh, I have my reasons, and doesn't it just eat you that I'm not going to say."

I took a huge bite of the apple and grinned at the secure walls around me. Maybe this time he will leave me in peace. I thought, laying down over the sheet and taking another bite.

The Doctor's POV:

Misao is lying on her side and eating away at the apple clutched in her hands. She is a peculiar one but there is a twisted melancholy about her. What happened to her to make her so hard, so unforgiving? I knew that they were treated so poorly but I had no idea that it was this bad.

Time had changed the Vitreen people. They were once a proud race, one that was all too similar to mine. Certain ones could even travel thought dimensions and time, just like the Time Lords did. And judging from the type of cell Misao was in, she could too.

So much was jumbling about my head as I put my head on my makeshift bed, but most of them were directed to Misao. Some time passed and I found myself just watching her. I was mesmerized as she slept.

Her hair was messily strewn over her shoulder, her ears twitching every once an' awhile. It felt myself start to fall asleep and for once I invited it. I let the shapes from underneath my eyelids swirl into the darkness, until I was gone.

Hello, new fan fic. This is a bit odd… anyways! Thank you for reading. There wasn't that much of the Doctor (unfortunately), but all in good time. He may seem a bit out of character at the moment, but that is not for long. He will be back to his usual self in a bit. I hope you enjoyed it, so please, please, please! Tell me what you thought about this! I WILL take suggestions! You are all amazing! ~ELA