Wow, talk about a response! 22 follows from one chapter, that's what I usually get for a whole fic! Ok, horribly tortured characters gets follows, I'll keep that in mind. This Chapter is very long, by my standerds, so hope you enjoy! Anywho, ONWARDS!
Clara stared aghast. This poor, ragged, torn man was her Doctor. She couldn't see his eyes behind his blindfold, but now she could see the way his chin jut out, and recognised him immediately. Rage built up inside of her as she thought of this people, paying money just to see such a moral man suffer.
The man on stage opened a box and pulled out a whip, and cracked it hard on the mans back. He cried out, arching his back in agony, only to earn a backhand across his face by one of the men. He continues with the whip, unrelenting in his cruel striking. The Doctor was biting his tongue in order to stop his screams from being heard. The audience were cheering the man on, some laughing at the poor mans weakness. After about ten minutes, he stopped. The Doctor slumped to the floor, blood pouring down from his back. The man on stage smiled and raised a hand.
"I will now take volunteers!"
People immediately formed a line to the stage, menacing looks crossing their faces. The first man payed his money and selected bat from the box. He smiled as he stood over the quivering man.
"I saved up for weeks just to be able to do this." He swung back and The Doctor tensed.
"STOP!" Screamed Clara and ran onto the stage. Before anyone could stop her, she ran onto the stage and grabbed the bat from the man before she whacked the man in the head. He fell to the ground unconscious. The Doctor didn't move, not daring to try and get up, but she could hear his breath even out.
The man who had held the whip looked towards her with fury in his eyes. He walked over, seething with anger. Clara smiled, daring him. She hadn't been captain of the girls rounders team three years running for nothing. She swung hard, and the bat connected with the mans collar bone and she heard something snap. He fell to the ground, howling. She looked at the others, some were scared and some were angry. She panicked, not knowing what to do, with an injured Doctor at her feet and nothing but a rounders bat to defend herself with. Then a sudden thought struck her. She started to rummage through the mans coat and bingo! The Sonic Screwdriver. She brought it up to the sky and powered it. Perhaps the TARDIS would lock onto its signal and materialise in front of them. It felt right. The Gelth were beginning to climb onto the stage at this point. She stood in front of The Doctor protectively.
"Don't you dare touch him!" She yelled. The already scared ones backed off, but about thirty others were incredibly close. She suddenly panicked. They had managed to do this to one of the strongest men she knew, what would they do to her?
As she had this thought there was the oh so familiar sound of the TARDIS. She turned and smiled to see the comforting image of the police box, and went to the bound man. He had apparently tried to get away and had not succeeded, as he was now lying on his side with his back to the mob. She managed to pick him up, startled by how light he was, and ran through the TARDIS. She smiled at the comfortingly familiar interior.
"Hello old girl, look what I brought you."
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He didn't struggle as he was carefully picked up and whisked away, he had learned not to mess with those that now captivated him, but had the doors back to the cellar ever been so close to the platform? But then he heard it, the buzzing noises, the feet against metal, and that oh-so familiar voice...
He wanted to try and speak, but something subconsciously was holding him back. What if this was all a trick from those who kept him, what if he wasn't really back? A sudden wave of despair hit him and chocked back a sob. Clara turned to him. She wanted to kick herself, how could she have been so stupid? The Doctor came first. She had left him on the floor, naked, tied and blindfolded. She quickly took of the blindfold. The look in his eyes nearly killed her. Misery, fear, pain and unshed tears all mixed up into one painful expression. It brought tears to her own eyes. She wanted to hug him, but knew that would cause him further pain. She looked at his hands, which were manacled, and quickly undid them with the sonic. He was now shaking, tears streaming down his face. For so long, he wasn't even sure how long, he had been devoid of any friendly contact, and now the only person he trusted was here with him. The tears fell harder, as he took in his his surroundings. He was finally home.
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"Doctor, I need to move you to a medical facility, I'm going to have to carry you though." She said, as she had recently noticed his leg was broken. She reached out for him, and he flinched involuntarily from her touch.
"S-sorry." He stuttered, worry in his eyes. His voice was so taught, so scared. She shook her head.
"You have nothing to be sorry about, ok? Now, I need to get you out of the console room."
He allowed her to slip her arms around his tortured form and carry him out of the room. The TARDIS rearranged the doors, putting the medical bay just across the hall. She smiled, silently thanking her. There was a white bed against the wall, and she hesitated slightly. His back was covered in deep wounds. She didn't want to hurt him, but at the same time she wanted him to get some sleep. She notices the Time Lord staring at the bed, and she remembered that he probably hadn't had anything like this for his time in captivity. She slowly lay him down on the bed, and he rolled onto his side. He shuddered from the cold, and she realised she better out something on him, let him get some dignity back. She handed him a pair of boxers and helped him get them on, feeling slightly embarrassed, but not as much as he must be. She then looked in the cupboard and found a hospital gown with no back, so it wouldn't irritate the cuts. She put it on him, and he didn't object, just stared straight ahead, tears falling down his cheeks. He helped him lie down, and slowly covered him with a blanket. He looked up at her, his eyes pleading, and a sudden thought struck her. How often had he slept? From the look in his eyes and his obvious weakness, she doubted it was often. She grimaced thinking what had stopped him from having the privilege to sleep when he felt like it? Rage built up inside of her as she thought of the many ways she would like to kill the Gelth. Apparently the Doctor had managed to sense her anger as he had curled up smaller and his facial expression was glazed with fear for punishment. She instantly softened.
"It's ok, I promise I won't let them hurt you, I promise I won't let anyone hurt you. Please, go to sleep."
The Doctor hesitated, before lying on his side. The blankets were wrapped again to his chin and he shuddered under the so long deprived comfort. He was asleep in seconds.
Clara smiled at the figure. He looked so peaceful. Good, he should be out cold for a while, enough time to do what needed to be done. She left the medical bay and walked down the corridors to find a room the Doctor had told her about once. She eventually found it, with some help from the TARDIS. The room was beautiful, the blue orbs from the tree were the only light source inside the room, and it was so effective. But now wasn't the time to bask in the amazing decor, according to the Doctor, this would give someone anything they needed. And what she needed was a way to destroy the Gelth, because she was hardly going to find weapons in a pacifists ship.
She placed her hand on one of the orbs and closed her eyes.
'I need a way to destroy the Gelth.' She thought as hard as she could. Blue light swirled around the orb, and a flamethrower was placed in get hands. She remembered the girl had told her that they were reduced to gas during the time war. She smiled.
She turned to leave, when she saw a figure at the door, a female figure. She panicked, thinking it was one of the Gelth and they had managed to get in, but it was herself.
"...TARDIS?"
'Hello Clara Oswald.'
"I told you- oh never mind. What do you want, I need to-"
'Clara please think about this. The Doctor wouldn't want you to do this, to commit genocide on his behalf.'
"Did you see what they did to him? TARDIS, they tore him apart! We can't leave here. You care about the Doctor as much as I do, probably more, in fact. Please...I have to do this."
The TARDIS stared at her for several seconds and then sighed.
"Mind my exterior, despite everything I'm still wood on the outside."
Clara smiled, she would have hugged the TARDIS if she could.
"Watch him until I get back, I shouldn't be too long." The hologram nodded and then it switched off. She let out a breath and looked at the monitor, and saw the mob were trying to get through the doors. 'The predators of Bermuda couldn't make their way through that door. Horrible little buggers, grab anything that flys. They form in the shape of a triangle, very hard to see.' She smiled sadly at the memory, wondering if she would ever get that Doctor back. Bracing herself she burst open the doors, the flames leaping from her weapon. The few that had stood closest were engulfed in the flames, and it caught onto those nearby. She stayed away from the TARDIS, remembering it would evacuate the area if it were caught in crossfire. Some ran away, and she threw a still burning man into one of the wooden buildings, which soon engulfed them. Among the array of screaming, burning people, she saw whip man, clutching his shoulder and whimpering pathetically. She picked up a gun that she knew would have been useless against the Gelth and put it to his head.
"You aren't one of them, are you? You didn't want revenge, or justice, did you?" He smiled a smile that sent shivers down Clara's back.
"No, I don't give a damn about what he did to these things, but from the looks of it, he messed up big time." He laughed. "No, I simply had to have that body, you should have felt it, he struggled at first, but soon he was putty in my hands."
"Shut up, I am warning you, SHUT UP!"
"He screamed and cried, so bad. I thought he would learn, but he couldn't shut his big mouth. I taught him a lesson that day, blood everywhere, and he just lay there shaking like a good little bitch."
Clara didn't hesitate before pulling the trigger.
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Cold, so cold.
He wrapped his arms around his defenceless body, trying desperately to gain some warmth. His clothes were long gone, and he had almost forgotten what it was like to have something covering him. More than anything, he just wanted someone, anyone to comfort him, talk to him, be with him to stop his loneliness.
Anyone but him.
As he thought this, the footsteps came. He hunched up small, not sure he could take another day of the endless torment.
"Good Morning!" He said as he walked down the cellar steps. The Time Lord flinched as he addresses him. He kneels down, running a hand over his captive.
"You are a very beautiful man, Time Lord. It's too bad that I have you all to myself. Well not bad for me." He watched as his pupils dilated as his hands continued to explore his body, softly stroking his penis. The Time Lord was thankful that he was in too much pain to respond. His captor, however, was not pleased. He then stood up, gripping the Doctor's head with one hand and unzipping his trousers with the other. The Doctor moaned in despair, fresh tears sliding down his cheeks. His captor dealt him a backhand across the face, and he shut up, forced to watch with is head in a vice like grip as the man quickly became erect and shoved his throbbing cock into his mouth. He sucked, having no other choice as he thrust. No. He couldn't take it anymore. He was The Doctor, the man who had saved millions of civilisations, watched society's fall and survived as the last of his kind, and now he was just another mans sex toy. Without thinking, he bit down.
The man instantly cried back, releasing the Time Lord who instantly began to draw in air, spitting in disgust. He turned to the Doctor, wild fury in his eyes and lashed out, striking him across the face and kicking with wild fury, attacking at the most sensitive parts of his body
"How do you like that you worthless piece of shit? I take you in, offer you kindness and THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY ME?" The Doctor was crying now as he swinging boot continued, hitting with sadistic accuracy. After ten minutes he stopped and left the cellar. He had hoped to be left alone, but he soon returned with a pair of pliers.
Without warning he tackled the Doctor to the ground and shoved a piece of wood in the Doctors mouth, forcing it open.
"Lets see to it you won't be able to use these again." He said and, letting the pliers hover in his mouth, gripped one of his central incisors, and pulled.
The Doctor screamed as the tooth flew from his mouth and blood poured from the hole.
"Oh shut up." Moaned the man and gripped one of his canines, and pulled. He repeated the procedure, taking out ten teeth. He screamed and screamed and screamed...
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"Doctor, Doctor wake up!"
He woke drenched in sweat, his throat hoarse from screaming. He was shaking as he brought a hand to his mouth. His teeth had grown back eventually, being a Time Lord there wasn't really a limit on that sort of thing. The felt his cheek, it was wet, meaning the tears in his dream had also become a reality.
He looked over at Clara, who was looking at him with worry and concern.
"Sorry I had to wake you, it's just you were screaming..."
He put a shaky hand on hers.
"N-no, I'm sorry. I couldn't control it. But...can you please not leave me alone?"
She blinked, surprised he even had to ask. Then she remembered how long he had been alone for, with no one but HIM. She reminded herself that there was now a bullet implanted in his brain. She gathered the Doctor in her arms and held him close. The Doctor hesitated before hugging back, deciding the contact was friendly.
"Doctor, I promise I won't leave you alone again, ever."
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