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Chapter 4
Madame Kovarian fiddled with the gun that she held, looking up to me with her one visible eye as if she was assessing me for something. I stood completely still, unable to do anything but wait for my next instructions, else she would press the button again and I'd become her puppet once more.
"For you," she smiled finally, her lips creasing with the effort. She nodded to me expectantly so with a brief pause I held my arms out in front of her. The gun was heavy, and I felt my arms ache with the effort of holding it, but it was an interesting piece of weaponry. I'd never seen anything like it. What had changed in the years I had been away from Gallifrey?
"What do you want me to do with it?" I asked lowly, still getting used to the language I had been assigned. It still burned my throat with the effort and I wanted nothing more than to revert back to my native tongue, but I found that the words wouldn't come when I tried. Whatever this woman had done, she'd managed to get into my head, to control every aspect of my being.
Madame Kovarian clicked the tip of her tongue against her front teeth and folded her arms, "it's a gun child, what do you expect I'd want you to do with it?"
I rose a brow and took in a breath. I fixed my fingers around what I suspected to be the trigger and pointed it outwards, only for Madame Kovarian to slap it away. "Not like that!" she snapped, grabbing me by the arm. I shuddered at the contact, but stayed completely rigid. "It looks like the weapons training I downloaded into you is a bit…" she branched off, searching for the right words. She paused, smiling slyly, "rusty."
Downloaded? Was this to do with the chip that she had put inside my head? Was I nothing more than a robot to her?
"I don't remember any training," I said.
"I don't expect you would, you're an awful aim." Madame Kovarian took the gun from my arms and handed it to a suited man that was suddenly by her side, "take her to the training arena, and do not produce her to me again until she is ready."
The man nodded, and before I could blink, two men had appeared by each of my sides and taken me roughly by the arms, dragging me towards the 'training arena.'
"But I don't understand!" Amy yelled over the whirring of the TARDIS as she was thrown into the golden railing that Rory was hugging onto for dear life.
"Yeah," Rory agreed, bracing himself one more, "you said she died!"
The Doctor wasn't really paying attention; he was too busy trying to tame the TARDIS. Ever since his initial excitement the TARDIS had begun to act up, she too must have felt the presence of another Time Lord. "I did say it was a long shot," the Doctor called, hitting the monitor hard with one of his hands so a very unstable map appeared on it, "But the TARDIS can feel her, I mean, she can sense her presence. Hopeful the old girl can bring us to her!"
"But how can she do that?" Amy asked as she swung herself around the railings towards Rory as they both fell into each other.
"Because!" the Doctor yelled as the three occupants were suddenly flung in separate directions as the TARDIS suddenly pulled to a very abrupt halt. The Doctor rose to his feet instantly after falling and rose his finger in victory; "She's a Time Lady!"
"Time Lady?" Both Amy and Rory asked together, rubbing their heads as they rose a few moments after the Doctor.
"Yes, Time Lady." The Doctor repeated for his companion's benefit.
"So… a female Time Lord?" Rory asked as he helped a disgruntled Amy with her balance. Amy batted his arms away and shook her head to regain her bearings, "so… like River?"
"Yes!" The Doctor swerved on his heels to face Amy and frowned, "No… well, sort of!"
"Sort of?" Rory asked warily.
"Well," the Doctor clapped his hands together and ran over to his two companions, grinning giddily, "River isn't technically a Time Lady, she's a human plus Time Lord DNA," The Doctor grinned, prodding Amy's nose, "An anomaly."
Amy couldn't help the smile that broke across her face, "okay, so what is this other girl then?"
"She," the Doctor pointed towards the console monitor where the map fizzled out and was replaced with the picture of the girl once more, "is a Time Lady, she was born on Gallifrey of two Gallifreyan parents."
Rory nodded slowly, but then shook his head, "Wait, I'm lost, so she was born on Gallifrey… but she looks like she's ten in the picture, but you said that Gallifrey was destroyed… how can she be born there if it doesn't even exist?"
The Doctor shook his head, "No, she was my friend back when we were children, back when Gallifrey was still there. She died when she was eight," the Doctor paused for a moment, reliving his nightmares. He shuddered to think, but kept speaking nonetheless, "but she's back now, she had been deceased for centuries, but she's back!"
Amy and Rory looked at each other and then back to the Doctor, both wondering if he'd lost the last of his sanity that they tried to believe was there. "That doesn't make any sense," Amy sighed, leaning against the railings as she looked up at the Doctor, "and I'm younger than my own daughter!"
The Doctor grinned, "I get that it's a very small chance, Amelia, but I'm willing to take it. If she's alive some how… then…"
Amy and Rory froze to the Doctor's sudden silence. He really cared about this girl, and for a brief moment Amy and Rory in turn imagined what it must have felt like to have been so close to someone and then experience their death and then get given the sliver of hope that they could return again, exactly like they were before.
"Wouldn't she be older?" Amy asked absentmindedly.
"If she came back, it wouldn't be natural, right?" Rory asked, receiving no response he sighed, "I mean what if she's different to how you remember her."
The Doctor shrugged, threading a hand through his hair vacantly, "it's a chance I'm willing to take."
The first thing I realised after being dragged into the training arena was that I was an awful shot. The room was long, filled with cordoned areas which held dummies of aliens I couldn't quite place. Some seemed familiar; I managed to identify a Slitheen in the mix, but the dummy I had been taken to was one that resembled a Human being. I knew the species well, for an insignificant race, we were taught a lot about them. Our teachers would go on endless lectures about the magnificence of the race and how it spread out further than any other, living out to the end of the Universe itself. They seemed so magnificent when spoken about in such awe, but they looked no different from a Time Lord except their life span was so much more limited.
"One hundred years?" I remembered myself yelling, "they die as babies!"
Apparently a human aged quickly, dying within under a century. I used to wonder what the point of the species was, but decided not to question it. If they had done all of what our educators told us, then I had no right.
"Why am I to shoot a Human?" I asked one of the men that seemed to be guarding me. He looked at me with the one eye that was visible. "It isn't s'posed to be Human." The man said dryly.
I looked at it again, "then what am I shooting?"
The man grinned, leaving a shudder to wrack my body in his brief moment of silence. It seemed as if he took some kind of sadistic glee out of my fear. "Time Lord." He said.
It took a few moments for the words to sink in. A Time Lord? I was supposed to shoot a Time Lord? Was this what Madame Kovarian had planned for me? To shoot and kill a Time Lord? Surely that wouldn't work, after all, a Time Lord could regenerate.
Unless you aren't given enough time.
I blinked, listening to the echo of my father's voice inside my head, instructing me in our native tongue.
Time Lords and Ladies can regenerate, but it's only for life and death situations. The rules for regeneration are tricky and it only works if the body is given time to change its cells.
I shuddered again, feeling tears sting at my eyes. I was supposed to shoot a Time Lord once, watch their pain and then shoot again? My own kind.
"No!" I shouted suddenly, the adrenaline from the new information shooting through my mind, "I won't do it!" I found myself throwing the gun to the floor, running for the door that the guards had sent me through. I heard shouts of surprise and feet chasing me across the halls but I didn't care. Not about finding the exit, not about the people chasing me. All I cared about was getting out of killing another Time Lord. Another of my kind.
Then, without warning I was suddenly brought to a halt. My muscles screamed for mercy as they were pulled into a rigid stance. All I could do was move my eyes frantically as I tried to open my mouth to scream. Nothing left my mouth except for a choked sob as I felt tears trickle down my cheeks.
"My, what a surprise." I wanted to scream at the voice that came from behind me. Madame Kovarian and that stupid device she used to control me.
Then she was in front of me, inspecting me with a hint of a snarl attached to her features. "Trying to run are we?" she mused, stroking my face. I so desperately wanted to pull away, but I couldn't.
"Oh," she cooed, her smile returning, but the anger in her eyes remained, "Poor child, perhaps we should have explained to you fully on who your enemy was. The Doctor is a Time Lord, child."
I growled under my breath, attempting to speak only to be spoken over.
"-He is a bad man, he has attempted to destroy us."
"T-time…" I choked over my own words, and winced at the burning in my throat, but carried on, "Time Lords, w-watch."
"Observe, yes, they used to." There was a ferocious glint in Madame Kovarian's eyes, "that was of course, before they were destroyed."
My heart sank into the pit of my stomach, and I was positive that if I hadn't have been being controlled I would have fallen to the floor in despair, "Y-you, Y-you lie!" I spat, wishing I could cover my face so I couldn't watch the woman lie to me.
"It's true," Madame Kovarian sighed, "There was a war of time that ruptured between the Time Lords and the Daleks."
I sucked in a breath, "D-daleks?" I choked.
"Ah, you recognise the name." Madame Kovarian smiled, "Yes I suspected as much, they were very good at spreading themselves throughout time."
I didn't care for what she had to say anymore. If she was telling the truth that would mean that my father was dead, everyone that I ever knew and loved were dead… he was dead.
"Kill me." I said bitterly, unable to stop the tears that flooded my face, "I-I won't do anything for you, j-just kill me." I choked out a bitter sob, "please."
Madame Kovarian only laughed, so very sinisterly, "I'm afraid I can't. You see, we need you." She cupped my face in her hands and stared at me through her one visible eye, "we need you to bring an end to the Doctor's life. It only seems fit a Lady of Time should be the one to do it." She let go of me and patted me gently on the head, "we'll make you do it no matter what, but for now, you've been a bad girl."
I gasped as I felt a vice like grip around my right arm as one of Madame Kovarian's men began dragging me away.
"Lock her back in her stasis chamber!" I watched Madame Kovarian fade away, unable to move because of the chip she had implanted inside me. As she faded into the distance, I was almost sure I heard her laugh. My pain was enjoyable to her. I couldn't think straight, nothing seemed right, and the only question that seemed important to me at that moment was why…? Why did they choose me? How did they find me?
Why did it have to be me?
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