Chapter Three
A/N: Thank you for whoever reviewed! lots of cliff-hangers here. Gawd. ;) plus the paragraphs are a bit snappy...basically the chapter is a little short... anyway…
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The Doctor stared around the house, inhaling the aroma of fresh herbs. Actually it was more of a hut now he was inside it…quite small with only three rooms.
"So," said the lady with a tangled mass of brown hair, "What can I do for you?"
The Doctor stuffed his hands in his pocked. "Well…there's been a murder. I was wondering if…" he was cut short by a cry from the woman.
"A murder? A murder?" her accent was thick. "Get away! You'll bring bad luck to this house!"
She began shooing the Doctor out. He put his hands up in defence. "No please I just…want to know wher-…"
"Just get out!"
The door slammed.
The Doctor stood for a moment, baffled. That was sudden. Well he had better keep walking until he found a town of some sort. His mind drifted to Amy…he hoped she was ok.
Why wouldn't she be?
She could take care of herself.
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Amy's eyes slowly flicked open. A blurry image of a dirty cream coloured wall was slowly swimming into focus. She blinked and few times and her vision gradually came back to her. She sat up, remembering. Where was she? All around her were cream walls, patches of dirt ground into them. She tried to sit up but realised her legs were strapped to a chair. She struggled and began to panic. "Let me out! Let me out!" she cried.
No reply.
"Please! Let me out! What have I done wrong?"
No one came and she stopped struggling. There was no point, the straps were tightly wound round her ankles. Well someone must have been here to tie her to the chair…so where had they gone? The Doctor would come and find her any time soon. She just had to wait.
Amy stared around the room, taking in her surroundings.
Something about this room was wrong. What was it? The smell?
No.
The…walls?
No.
Then it became obvious. There was no door.
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"Well, sir! You look plenty rich! Come in, come in and buy!" said a shop seller, seeing the Doctor's well-made clothes. Everyone around here wore rags and had scruffy hair, so the Doctor looked rich to most people. He smiled to the man and walked on briskly. Now, there must be someone who could help him.
A large building with a fancy garden was in the distance. The mayor? Who knew, his best bet was to head towards there. What they would do about the murder he didn't know. But perhaps there had been other murders and they needed to find information. Or just so they could return the news to the family of that person… if they had one.
Again the Doctor wondered was species these people were. Humans? Or just people who looked like humans?
It was hard to tell.
The house was getting closer. Rose beds were lined outside the window and windows gleamed in the sunlight. He approached the house and knocked on the door, feeling lonely without Amy. Why didn't he just take her with him? The body wasn't exactly going to move…
The door opened and a woman appeared at the door.
The Doctor stepped back in shock.
"River Song?" he said in surprise.
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"Don't worry," said a voice from what seemed like nowhere, "You'll only be in there for…a few moments."
Amy breathed a sigh of relief. "Get me out of here. NOW!" she demanded, getting impatient. She looked around. Where was the voice coming from?
"Oh no! Oh I'm sorry I've lost the key…oh well. You're trapped in there now. OOPS." The sarcastic voice said.
Amy began to get angry. "SHUT UP! Just let me out already! You'll have a lot to answer from the Doctor when he gets back!"
"Like he'll be able to get to you when you're in there." The voice went on.
"Oh he will. He can open any door he likes. So just you wait."
The voice went quiet.
"Bye then." They said.
Amy struggled to be free one last time, forcing her ankles out the straps.
And then just like that they snapped and she was free.
She breathed out, thankful, and got up hurriedly.
Now, how to get out?
She thumped around the walls, but all of them seemed solid. There must be a hidden doorway, painted in to the wall. She banged every bit of the wall with her fists, but there was nothing.
Claustrophobia was starting to set in.
She hammered on the walls. "LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT NOW!" she screamed.
But no one came.
How could she ever get out?
Black thoughts streamed through her head. Again. There must be something wrong with her today, all she could think about was…bad things. She tried to block it out.
Then, from the corner of her eye she noticed a light. She spun around and stopped in horror. A small flame was burning brightly…spreading somehow on what looked like a line of liquid.
A fire was just about to roar into life.
With no escape.
