Chapter 2: Abandoned
Thick rain pattered down aggressively as The Doctor hurried through the heavy blobs of liquid eventually making it to the dull, dark,building. It was evening around 9 pm. The building looked abandoned, run down; the gravel work chipped stale and stained. The few windows uninviting with dirty grey net curtains. The Doctor made his towards the door, slicking back his slightly damp hair. He took out his sonic screwdriver about to unlock the grim looking door but then he stopped for a second, bringing the sonic nearer to him. The lock was new, very new; a shining, brass lock on a weak and damaged door? Odd, thought The Doctor, very odd. But he drew out his sonic nearer once again and unlocked the door.
The Doctor stepped inside. He raised his head a little, listening carefully for the slightest hint to what or who was inside. The storm blew heavily outside, the noise clouding his thoughts and so The Doctor lightly re-locked the door as it clicked shut, shielding some of the noise.
As he turned around away from the door he faced and gloomy staircase covered in deep murky, navy carpet. To his right and left stood two door frames. The Doctor peered forward attempting to see what lay inside. On his left he found a tatty living room - including a torn sea green arm chair and an old three legged coffee table. Patterned drapes which once must have beautifully hung across the walls now lay dusty; sprawled across the peeling carpet floor. The Doctor walked past the broken furniture discovering the remains of a kitchen. The entire place seemed to be covered in a blanket of dust; only excluding a small section on worktop where sat a tin of half opened baked beans the only object which seemed to be clean.
A soft thud entered The Doctors ears. His instincts heightened. He spun around immediately arm extended sonic at the ready, but faced no one. He left the living room and peered up at the stairs. A creak sounded. The Doctor turned away from the staircase now facing the door on the right. He slowly walked inside, a foot step at a time. The room was similar to the previous one; dust covered and also with broken furniture; many were covered in age stained, once white blankets. The Doctor cautiously stepped deeper into the room, until he was in the centre itself. He rotated slowly analysing his surroundings...
Suddenly words of English pierced The Doctors' ears as he instinctively turned sound to face the source of noise. "Get away from me" the source had shrieked.
The Doctor now found himself faced towards a teenage girl, of around, lets say sixteen? She stood before him wide eyed, afraid but fearless all at the same time. Her dark brown damp hair lay messily in waves around her face which was pale and growing paler. She wore a strong set of black walking boots with grey skinny jeans, followed by a half length charcoal combat jacket which underneath a murky green top clung to her skin. In her white knuckled grasp she held a knife tightly her knees the slightest bit bent in a defensive position.
"Woah!" The Doctor bellowed in reply. "No knifes needed, strictly no weapons needed" he explained waving his hands about at the girl who stood her ground. "Then what's that?" she asked while pointing her knife and nodding her head towards The Doctor's green lighted sonic. "Ahh" he said. "This is a sonic screwdriver, most definitely, not a weapon". As soon as he'd finished he heard the knife fall to the ground. The girl's blue/green/hazel eyes widened even more, her pupils growing. The Doctor watched confused as she didn't even attempt to wield the weapon which had clearly once been crucial for her defence. She just sort of stood there, still, somewhat in awe.
"Hi" The Doctor spoke. "I'm The Doctor he announced sincerely.
The girl snapped out of her short trance and looked up at The Doctor. "What are you doing here?" She asked worriedly emphasising on the 'you' just the slightest too much.
"You know me?" The Doctor asked rather intrigued and a bit taken aback. But then of all and space and time he'd travelled it shouldn't be that odd to meet someone who knew him. But then again, many thought he was dead, someone didn't remembered his existence. The Doctor pushed away his thoughts realising he'd zoned out. He now turned back to the girl, waiting for an answer.
"No." The girl answered rather confidently but The Doctor sensed and lie, he sensed that the confidence was fake but did not press on this subject.
"Who are you?" he asked and "what are you doing alone in this place?" he added looking around the room once again.
"I'm Brooke" She answered.
"Brooke..?" he asked, attempting to evoke a surname.
"Just Brooke" she replied.