The Eighth Doctor:
The Doctor could feel something was different. Like when the pressure changes before it rains. "Susan, No.." he muttered as his feet quickened from a light jog to a full run, using the slight disturbance as a means to pinpoint where he needed to be. His mind was racing, wondering if he was too late to help her. Would she let him help her? When last they met, She'd been so angry with him, verging on unstable. Had she really fallen so far? He then scolded himself "Her time line has been obliterated, you fool. How would you react? Would it be so different if your life was slipping away with every tick of the clock?" He let out a slow and drawn out sigh as he hand came to rest on the handle of the door. He wasn't sure why, but he'd half expected it to be hot to the touch or electrocute him.
When he managed to get the door open, the side before him looked like something you would see in what humans called a Horror Flick. Shattered glass and mirror shards littered the floor and gently crunched beneath his feet. The smashed clocks, with their gears littering the floor made his frown deepen. But what had him reeling with worry were the spatters of blood on the floors and walls and an alarmingly vast assortment of blades scattered around the apartment, covered in blood. "Susan.. What have you done, child?"
He followed the unnerving sensation in his stomach and found the bedroom. That was where he found Ace, looking worried but resolute as ever, a strange young woman whom, as far as he could gather from first glass, she was only partially human. But they were not his main concern. "Susan. Susan, come on. Dont do this. Follow my voice, love" Trying to coax her from her fortification. He knew better than to reach for her. That was like reaching one's arm into a viper's hole.
Raya:
"A morph huh, can't say I've ever met one like you." Raya beamed upon hearing that, and was very tempted to say how she's one of a kind. However, she didn't want to sound full of herself.
"What about you Ms. Ace?" Raya asked, mainly out of pure curiosity.
"Just Ace, please."
"Alright. What about you, Ace?" Raya tried again, waiting for Ace to continue.
"I was born on earth also, human originally, not so much anymore. Got swept up in a time storm that brought me to this planet called Iceworld, got a job as a waitress," Ace started, as Raya listened patiently. "That's where I ran into her grandfather." she stopped for a minute thinking back on old times but left out the clarification on the originally human bit mostly because she herself didn't really know how to explain it "Anyway, been traveling ever since."
She was just about to ask who Susan's grandfather was when Susan came out of the bathroom, staring at her and Ace. "How're you feeling-" She started to ask, but Susan decided to speak first.
"What did you do?" Susan demanded, as she suddenly leaned against the wall. Then she glared at Ace before continuing. "What have you done?"
Before Raya could even ask what Susan meant, Ace seemed to already have an idea. Also she was already attempting to calm Susan down. "Easy Susan, Susan. I can't help you but The Doctor can he'd know more about Timelord mental stability then anyone."
Wait... The Doctor? She knew that name, he had been one of the first Timelord's she had met. Raya also recalled his companion getting covered in sweet caramel, from one of her own caramel land mines. Suddenly she heard the sound of the TARDIS, and the sudden feeling of being knock down just as a bit of furniture moved in front of the door. It was then that she felt a bit nervous about where she was.
"I trusted you! I trusted you and you betrayed me! Why did you… he can't… no!"
"Because I think he can help you better than I ever could!"
Raya was surprised to see how fast the whole situation was turning. In fact, she wasn't sure what she was suppose to do. She didn't even why she tagged along, a good guess would've been to make sure Susan wasn't alone. Seeing as how the poor woman was reacting.
"Stop that! Stop it! It hurts! It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!" Susan had placed her hands over her ears as if trying to block out some noise only she could hear.
"What hurts?" Raya asked, trying to at least help out in some way. She wished she could ease the pain that Susan must have been feeling. Watching as Susan went to hide under her little fort.
"He's killing me. That's what he wants, isn't it? It's what he's always wanted. To kill me, and to kill… to kill… t-the boy… with the Daleks. I don't… the boy was important to me, I think…" Susan muttered, peering out of her fort pensively. "It's tearing me apart."
Raya bit her bottom lip, not sure how to respond to Susan's reactions. Luckily, Ace spoke up to her.
"Raya, could you clear the door?"
"Yeah. Sure." She replied softly, and with a nod. Before heading to clear the table and chair away from the door. Just as she did, the door opened to let in a man with dark curly hair, and in rather interesting dress.
"Susan.. What have you done, child?" He asked quietly, as he started towards the make-shift fort that Susan was currently hiding in. "Susan. Susan, come on. Dont do this. Follow my voice, love"
"Is she going to be alright?" Raya asked in almost a whisper, the look on her face was absolute worry.
Susan Foreman:
Susan pressed against the wall, glaring out of her fort as Ace crouched in the opening of the fort. She could him walking closer and closer, and she could hear the Cat-lady moving the furniture. He'd be here soon, and there was nowhere she could hide. Ace had betrayed her. She stared at the other Time Lady, feeling wounded. She wished that she were back in the alley, because no one cared for her in the alley. They would have let her die, and they wouldn't have called him.
…Timelord mental stability…
She wasn't crazy. She wasn't crazy. Susan swallowed thickly, wishing she could just get the courage to launch herself at Ace. If she could hurt Ace, then her grandfather would be distracted playing hero. She moved forward, the knife in her hand. But… but Ace had been so kind. She looked down at the knife, and then at Ace. She let it drop to the ground. Arkytior cursed at her silently. When did she start to care who she hurt? She'd murdered strangers – gotten inside their heads and whispered thoughts of suicide, convinced them to jump.
He was too close. She buried herself away from him, away from his footsteps and away from Ace. She wanted desperately to make them leave. Because she was fine. She could handle this on her own. It was only death – she'd been through it once before. Only this time, it would be permanent. She heard the door open, and she retched again, feeling the powerful radiation from him. Couldn't he understand that he was killing her? "Susan… What have you done, child?"
"Please, Ace," she whispered frantically, crawling a bit closer to Ace. "Please make him leave! I'm scared, please, please. He's only going to kill me," Susan said, whimpering as she felt him enter her bedroom. She didn't have to see him to feel his presence. She scuttled back to the wall, fear coursing through her veins. Arkytior was fighting desperately with her.
"Susan. Susan, come on. Don't do this. Follow my voice, love."
It was the voice of the gentle one. She could remember his soft hands from her previous incarnation, from Susan, because he'd held her. Why? Al… Ale…? Something with a Dalek, right? He had killed that boy, hadn't he? That boy had been precious to her. Al or Ale.
"Is she going to be alright?"
Susan twitched as she heard the Cat-lady ask about her health. She did not need pity - whether it be from a stranger or from the man who had raised her. Anger replaced with fear as Arkytior snapped in control. The bed slammed against the opposite wall and she stood, covered in blood and bruises. Her eyes were the pale white-blue instead of Susan's dark blue.
"Get out."
The window burst, the glass hovering in the air above the Doctor. Her fists clenched and she bared her teeth, taking a clumsy step forward. Her legs were trembling violently underneath her weight, but Arkytior remained standing on pure stubborn willpower alone. "Just leave us alone! We don't need you! We don't need any of you! I'm not crazy!" she said, the glass shards burying themselves in the wall behind the Doctor.
She clutched her hair as her legs gave out. She wiped blood stubbornly from her lips, not wanting the Doctor to realize by how little of a strand she was holding on. Her body screaming and her mind was tearing apart, his gentle face was beginning to split apart, and she could see a monster trying to rip out of him. She stared up at him, terrified. She blinked rapidly, trying to stand up.
"I can make tea. I can be a good hostess. Tea," she said calmly, crossing over to the Doctor. She patted his cheek, spreading her blood on him. "I hate you. Do you take sugar in your tea? I don't have sugar or tea," Susan said, dropping her hands to her side. "I don't… don't remember who I am. I don't remember why I cry when I hear the name David. I don't know why I hate you, but I do. You disgust me, whoever you are. Sugar with your tea, then?"
Ace:
Ace held out her hand for Susan when she saw her friend…enemy? She didn't really know anymore, crawl a little closer to her "Please make him leave! I'm scared, please, please. He's only going to kill me," Ace held her hand steady, not to make any sudden movements and making sure not to lose eye contact with Susan "He will not harm you I can promise you that." she looked over at The Doctor as he came into the room and turned back to Susan scuttle back into the corner
"Susan. Susan, come on. Don't do this. Follow my voice, love." Ace got up and moved out of the way so The Doctor could be in full view of Susan, walking over to Raya. "Is she going to be alright?" Ace started to chew on her thumb and shook her head a little not knowing how to answer Raya's question.
What happened next, Ace felt Arkytior take control before the bed was slung against the opposite wall. Whatever had been happening with her hearts when Susan lost it hit her with enough force to almost knock her to her knees but she managed to grab ahold of something to keep from falling only problem was the feeling stayed there this time, she couldn't breathe and when she did manage to it was a strangled wheeze that she was trying desperately to hide.
Finally she dropped down to her knees, it was easier then standing and watched as Susan spread her blood on The Doctors face.
