Chapter 2

The lights dimmed. They all backed away as the table began to thrash madly. Clarke took two paces to the side, allowing Jones to see his creation to come to life. Roger pressed his face against the glass, his eyes wide and alert but full of anticipation and amazement, as though he had doubted this all along.

Large clawed feet protruded from under the cloth, long claws twitching madly, large charcoal grey scales pulsating as the toes cracked. A tail suddenly whipped into being, a sharp, arrowhead-shaped tip slicing through the air like a knife. There was a moment of silence before a shrill, high-pitched screech blasted from under the green. The glass cracked as the team toppled, clutching their bleeding ears in pain. Clarke began to scream, but the noise was barely audible under the cry of the creature.

Roger flinched excitedly, not caring for the team of medical surgeons who were collapsing all around on the floor inside of the lab. He watched in utter awe as the cloth fluttered down, like a bloodied ribbon rippling in the air to reveal the present inside. But this was no present. Wings burst upwards, smashing everything they could touch with one mighty sweep. The lights brightened, as though creating a ghastly spotlight, bearing down on the animal, making it recoil and screech more and more. Its stitched and bruised head thrashed violently, spitting wildly and bearing its long, venomous fangs like artillery. Its grey body twisted as it fought to get on its feet. Its claws hissed as they scraped on the steel table, fighting to help balance the creation. But it was far too heavy.

The table fell underneath it. The creature toppled, its wings flaring blithely as it cried out, dragging its tail across the walls, cracking tiles and cutting away at the solid concrete.

Clarke got to his feet, blood trickling down his neck. He began to stagger forwards, the remote clasped in his sweaty hands. Roger's eyes widened in sudden fear.

"NO!"

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Rose slipped down the stairs, jumping the last 5 and landing wrongly, causing her to twist her ankle painfully, but she ignored it and ran over towards the TARDIS, its door wide open as the Doctor lay on the ground in front, writhing in agony, clutching his chest tightly.

"Doctor!" Rose skidded to a stop, falling down beside him on all fours and clutching his rigid arm. "Doctor, what's wrong?"

His brow was shining with sweat and his eyes were hidden behind his screwed up eyelids as he gasped and panted His legs jerked about madly, as though he was trying to kick away his obvious pain.

"My...chest...My hearts...Stopping..." He hissed through gritted teeth as he shook. Rose's hands trembled as she put them on his cheeks, forcing him to look at her, her eyes wide and shimmering.

"What should I do?"

"Take me...TARDIS..." Rose nodded quickly, he legs weak and her ankle aching badly as she began to haul the Doctor back into the TARDIS as fast as she could. She laid him carefully down, rushing back to the door to snap it shut.

Almost instantly, he began to stop. He breathed heavily, blinking tears from his eyes as he grasped his chest. The twitching and jerking stopped abruptly, as though whatever had caused it had suddenly floated away, leaving him weak and in pain.

Rose staggered over to him, kneeling down by him, concern glittering in her eyes like flames.

"You alright?" She asked shakily. Her voice suddenly seemed fragile, the image of the Doctor's face crippling with pain still fresh in her crumbling mind.

He nodded, swallowing blood from where he had bitten his tongue as he pulled himself up. His skin was clammy and pale, his eyes full of fear behind the glaze of tears.

"What happened to you?"

The Doctor slowly shook his head, still unable to say anything as he tried to regain his faltering strength. Instead, he reached into his jacket pocket and passed Rose a newspaper with trembling hands.

Rose surveyed his face for a moment, as he stared intently into hers before diverting her eyes to the front page.

"Britain's Genetic Team..." She muttered, skimming through the several columns, picking out the appropriate information with a confused expression on her white face.

"Roger Jones?" She asked, not expecting an immediate reply. "He helped create Dolly didn't he?"

The Doctor shook his head

"No..." He said, his voice hoarse and crackly. "He created Martha."

"Martha?"

"The giraffe."

Rose's eyes flicked back to the article with haste.

"Creating legends? Doctor, what are they doing?" Rose asked, the answer an unknown blank in her mind.

"I don't know, but whatever they are creating, it's certainly not nice." The Doctor grumbled in annoyance.

"Is anything we have to deal with nice?" Rose asked mockingly. The Doctor grinned up at her, the colour returned to his face with a soft familiar glow.

"That's a very good point." He said, grasping her outstretched hand happily. "But if the whole universe was nice, where would the fun in that be, eh?" Rose smiled broadly as she pulled him up to his feet. "So, what's the plan of action." The Doctor thought for a moment, staring at the floor.

"Well, I'm thinking," He said slowly, raising his bright eyes to hers. "Tea, hobnobs and then we devise our tactics."

"Err, how about just tea?" The Doctor gaped at her.

"Still no biscuits?" He cried. Rose rolled her eyes.

"It's not the end of the world if you have tea without biscuits, you know." Rose sighed as she leant against the rails, shaking her head desperately at the Doctor as he flailed his arms.

"Not the end of the...Rose Tyler, you're so anti-biscuits..."

"Where did that come from?" She snorted, as the Doctor turned on his heels and began to dart around the controls wildly. It was hard to believe that just a few minutes ago, he could barely move nor speak.

"No time now. It's straight onto Plan B!" He shouted over the sound of the engines beginning to whirr into life.

"What's that then?" Rose called back, clinging to the rails as the TARDIS lurched to the left violently.

"What Plan B always is, Rose my dear." The TARDIS flew upwards. "Get to the bottom of this."

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Roger slammed into the glass with all of his strength, feeling the plane cripple and smash into thousands of pieces. Clarke whirled round just as Jones pushed him back, seizing the remote from his grasp as his tumbled through the air.

"Think again!" Roger snarled as Clarke stared hopelessly up at him, shards of glass littering his chest.

"I will not just stand by and watch you kill my creation, Harry!" Clarke turned his head away, the sound of his first name sending a cold shudder through his body.

"You killed it..." He muttered weakly. "Way before I ever could."

Roger stared down at him with a look of surprised on his face. But he blinked furiously and stepped back.

"Let's see what it has to say about your actions now then." He growled. He began to jab buttons on the remote.

The creature whirled round, its wings flaring, fangs bared, readying itself to strike. It's forked tongue flickered in and out as it began to step slowly forward, crimson eyes ablaze with fury, its tail sweeping the ground slowly and its head low to the ground.

Roger pressed another button. No reaction. He did it again, jabbing his finger harder and harder on the buttons, but no use. He looked wildly down at Clarke. In his hand, he was clutching the batteries.

"YOU...!" Roger screamed just as the creature let out a deafening hiss and launched forwards, slamming into Roger and sending the both through the empty glass plane and punching through a large window, Roger's cries slowly fading as they began to drop.

Hey,

Thanks for reading if you've gotten this far. Well..supposedly chapter 3, but seeing as there was a Prolgue, just to get my idea on what was happening. But anyway, sorry, this chpater was a bit short...and confusing...and little about the Doctor and Rose, but trust me, the next chapter is just going to be based on them anyway, so I thought I might aswell finish sorting the BGT out before doing just switching.

Anywho, please review! I will continue with or without, but your thoughts on the story could really help me when I'm wirting -hint-.

Happy New Year to you all by the way. I may not be so good at writing but I know my days of the month...and what happens on them...I think...0o

TheNextTitan