A/N: Oh my lordy, guys! I'm so sorry for not updating for so long. The world has not been kind to me recently. Our wifi was being replaced, so the computer with my original chapters on kind of killed itelf and the printer. Also, my school seems determined to break my shoulders by the end of Year 10 with the amount of homework we have to do.
Anyway, as you all will probably have the heart (or, if you're a timelord, hearts) to forgive me afterwards, on to the next chapter! It's not my best. Again, review with advice, any spelling mistakes or what you think of it and if you think it's worthy, favourite and follow!
Chapter 4: Blackout
Creak. Creak. Creak.
Honestly, someone really needed to fix those floorboards.
It was, to say the least, interesting to wander around this huge box (that I now knew was called the TARDIS). Endless corridors seemed to stretch forever, into an infinite maze of hexagonally-shaped halls and rooms. Every so often, I would gently push open a door and gasp in amazement; behind one door, there would be a huge pool with hundreds of different coloured taps (kind of like the Prefects Bathroom out of Harry Potter); behind another, a huge storeroom, filled with inactive alien technology and dusty human history. Even once, I opened a door in order to investigate the room behind, when I was greeted by a speeding cartoon train coming towards me at top speed. Slamming the door, I dived for a cover, waiting for the inevitable crash. But it never came, and I dared to creak open the door again to find a solid brick wall behind it. Weird...
Then again, I am wandering round a impossible box, looking for a living thing that may or may not be from another planet...
Oh, great. I'd thought of it again. Oh well, there was no point avoiding it any longer.
What was I doing? You're not supposed to do stuff for weird guys you don't know, never mind hunting an alien for them! How was I supposed to defend myself? All I had was a weird alien glowy stick and an earpiece. What if this thing tried to kill me?
"Oh, stop being so pessimistic!"
I jumped. Then I remembered the ear piece. The Doctor must be talking to me again.
"Honestly, you're a human!" a blue miniaturized hologram Doctor appeared in front of me, pacing madly. "A wonderful, fantastic, beautiful human, with so many ideas and hopes and dreams buzzing around inside your tiny little head!"
"I wish you'd stop pacing." I said. "You're making me dizzy just watching you."
The Doctor looked at me with a hard look. Surprising, really.
"Oi! I was in the middle of a speech.""
"Yeah, well, no one likes speeches."
He gave me an even harder look.
"No one likes people who interrupt..."
"Touché." I said, interrupting him. Oh, the irony.
I heard a stifled laugh come from the side, and the Doctor turned to shoot a hard look at Amy.
"Oi!" he said. "This isn't a joking matter!"
Leaning against a wall, I tied my shoelace and buttoned up my blazer.
"So, you never told me what exactly I'm looking for..." I said, looking up and down the hallway.
"Either something remotely harmless," The Doctor said, his hands clasped in front of him. "or a mass murdering alien who just escaped from the Medusa Cascade high-security Gadrafas sector."
"Great. Thanks for making me feel better." I said, raising an eyebrow.
"This is why I don't work with teenagers." The doctor said. "They're so...so...moody! And sarcastic. It's worse than talking to Shakespeare on a Monday morning..."
That stopped me in my tracks.
"You met SHAKESPEARE?!" I said.
But before he could answer, everything went black.
"Charlie?" The Doctors eyes widened. "Charlie?!"
Amy ran to the computer, panic in her heart.
"What happened?" she said over the feedback from the console.
The doctor was scanning the screen, zapping it furiously.
"I don't know." He said, hitting the console. "Come on! Work! We need to find her!"
The feedback abruptly stopped, and a faint voice came from the speakers.
"Hello? Doctor, can you hear me?"
The Doctor beamed.
"We have life! Yes!" He jumped and fist pumped the air, jumping around like an excited toddler. Amy looked at him strangely, and then focused back on the screen.
"Charlie, where are you?" she said. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine...I think." Charlie whispered.
The Doctor then took over.
"What happened?" he asked. "And why are you whispering?"
"Doctor, listen." He could hear the fear in her voice, and stayed silent
Breathing. And growling.
Coming closer.
"Doctor." She whispered, barely audible. "Please help me."
Amy turned to The Doctor.
"Doctor..." she said, her eyes widening in fear. "What's wrong?"
The Doctor looked at her.
"The Kaftri Darkness. It's here."