Here it is, chapter 7, sorry it took so long getting put up, I've been away, but I already have the next chapter written and most of the one after that, they will be going up in a week! Hope you enjoy! Please comment and review!
CHAPTER 7: "Gallifrey!"
The Doctor hit the floor of a circular platform. A burning sensation behind his eyes and a bitter taste in his mouth. The Doctor blinked as he struggled to get to his feet, a light blinding him. Somewhere, an alarm was sounding, had he triggered it? The Doctor put his hand up in an attempt to stop the harsh light from blinding him. After blinking a few more times, and his eyes had adjusted to the lighting, he found that he was in a fairly large room. He pulled his Sonic Screwdriver from his pocket and aimed it towards the light. He activated it and there was a small bang, the light was no more. In the semi-darkness, the Doctor began to make out a few details; the room was wide and long, but not high. He was currently standing, unsteadily, on a platform of some kind. The platform itself had a soft, white glow. As his eyes further adjusted to the darkness, he realised that both the architecture and technology had an organic look about it. It was now that he noticed the smell. A nearly un-describable smell, a sort of Iron and dirt combined. He ran towards the console that stood before him and attempted to break the security code so that he could transport back to where he came from. After several seconds of pushing various buttons on the console, the Doctor heard a series of footsteps from the other side of, what the Doctor now assumed, was the door. He gave in attempting to take control of the console, so took up refuge behind the console. The door opened, and the Doctor realised who had taken Lyla. He should have realised the moment he realised the technology had an organic appearance.
The door slid open and in came several humanoid creatures. They had cone shaped heads, with suckers that ranged in size slightly running up and down their bodies. Zygons! The lead Zygon took a step away from the rest of the party, "We know you are in here, come out now and there is no need for you to be killed!" The Doctor thought for a moment and decided that it might be best for him to be taken prisoner now rather than later. He then decided that it might not be a good idea to let them know who they had taken prisoner. The Doctor slowly removed himself from his hideaway. His hands in the air, the Zygons' on their weapons!
As the Doctor stood before them, the Zygons approached him. One put its hand closer towards the Doctor, "We will find out who you are!" said one of the Zygons. "Oh, am sure you will!" The Doctor replied, after pausing for a few moments, he continued with, "eventually!" The Doctor grinned, the Zygons did not. "Your arrogance towards the Zygon race is insulting to our existence…you will tell us who you are or suffer the consequences!"
"Oh, don't be so melodramatic, but I'll let you sing for your supper…if you don't mind!"
"Very well!" after this, the lead Zygon approached the Doctor. A hand, full of stings, stretching out to touch his skin. The Doctor knew that a Zygon's body contain thousands, even millions, of stings that can either be used to shock a person, to stun them, or even to kill! The hand inched closer to the Doctor's face, the Doctor began to become worried, he didn't know whether or not he would wake up after being touched. The stings made contact and the Doctor fell to the ground. The body of the Time Lord lay on the floor without any movement, until the lead Zygon turned to two of the other Zygons and commanded them to take the body away.
The Doctor regained conscious in a darkened room. The now familiar smell of iron filled the Time Lord's nostrils. As his senses became more aware of his surroundings, the Doctor noted that he was secured to a chair. A sticky mucus on his hands stopped him from moving them. Regardless, the Doctor attempted to anyway, but the mucus allowed very little movement. Taking this defeat, the Doctor began to look around the room, to spot any surveillance equipment. The lighting level began to rise, and out of the darkness, a figure appeared to emerge. The Doctor thought it reminded him of a human, or humanoid, sitting on a chair. The lighting level rose a little higher, but just enough for the Doctor to make out what the figure was. The bumps, a domed head, two lights…and an eye stalk. The Doctor began to scream with terror. "Let me out of here!" he begged of his captors, "You can keep me prisoner, call me your pet, just don't leave me in here with that THING!" The Doctor pleaded, his screams filled with terror. Both of his hearts thumping, sending his blood to various parts of his body. As the Doctor screamed again, a heavy crunching came from behind him, followed by footsteps of a Zygon. The Zygon came into the Doctor's field of vision; it was the same one that commanded the regiment of Zygons that had found him in the transportation room earlier. The Zygon was grinning. He walked away from the Doctor, approaching the Dalek. The Zygon stretched out his arm, his hand in a position to touch the Dalek. The Doctor realised what he was going to do, a simple touch could bring a Dalek back from the brink of death, he screamed for the Zygon not to touch it, "DON'T, I've seen what a Dalek can do, I've felt what it can do!" The Zygon's grin spread across more of his face. The hand made contact, instantly the Dalek rolled towards the Doctor. Screaming with terror, the Doctor wrestled with the mucus that held his hands tightly together. The Doctor closed his eyes so that he wouldn't see the Dalek's battle cry. But it never came. The Doctor opened one of his eyes; the Dalek had slowed and had begun to drift to one side. The Doctor opened his other eye. It was just the casing of a Dalek. The Zygon roared with laughter. "So, mystery man, you know of the Daleks, how?"
"I did battle with them," replied the Doctor, "my people and I were…" the Doctor paused, "…are, the enemies of the Daleks! I personally was at the creation of the species, and the death of nearly all of them."
"Interesting, so who are your people?"
"That's for me to know and you to find out!" The Zygon lifted his hand, "Do I need to tell you how much pain I can inflict on you mystery man?" The Doctor shook his head, "So tell me, mystery man, where is your planet?"
"Nowhere"
"What do you mean…nowhere?"
"It's gone, dead, killed in the Time War!"
"So you know of the Time War, where was your planet then?"
"The constellation of Kasterborous"
"What was the name of your planet?"
"Gallifrey!" The Zygon's smile faded; in its place was a look of both fear and excitement. He disappeared out of the Doctor's field of vision and left the room. The Doctor sighed. It was only a matter of time now, before he would be forced to reveal which one of his mighty race he was, and then…it could be too late!
