Chapter 7:
A Bigger Complication

The trio approached the front doors of the house cautiously as it had gotten silent. "Hey, guys? You still in there?" John called out, hoping that nothing that the Doctor had feared had actually gone true. There was no response.

The Doctor walked up and pressed his ear onto the wall next to the door, "I can't hear anything. It seems that they've already travelled to the mental asylum."

"Does that mean we need to follow after them?" Heather asked.

"Well, there's not really much choice. I mean, they're wandering through the corridors of the home of the most notorious, crazy aliens. Notorious aliens are normally bad enough. But with their insanity, they have no moral boundaries whatsoever, who knows what can happen to them?" the Doctor explained.

"Gee, that's making me want to go in so badly." Heather murmured.

"Hey, I don't like the idea as well. I put quite a few of the inmates in there. They might not like me at all." The Doctor interjected.

"Let's just make a choice right now, are we going to go and try to save them, or leave?" John asked.

"Leave?" the Doctor exclaimed.

"I mean –" John started.

"We can't just leave! Since when is leaving people behind a good idea?" the Doctor exclaimed.

"Doctor, lay off him. So far he's been handling all this well." Heather protected John.

The Doctor took a deep breath and calmed down, "you're right. I'm sorry John. But, we can't leave – and not only because we need the Ghost-Idiots, but that generator that's running the dimensional force field is really worrying me – I snap a lot don't I?"

"Quite a bit." Heather said.

"A lot." John said bluntly.

"Harsh crowds." The Doctor glared at John. Before John could say anything, the Doctor headed towards the door, "alright, let's get it over and done with. Hope for the best everybody."

Heather and John followed and stopped next to the Doctor who just stood in the front entrance hallway of the house, shutting his eyes tightly.

"Why are you doing that?" Heather asked.

"Well, if I was wrong about the whole similar-to-the-TARDIS-dimensional-technology thing, there were two possible outcomes of us going inside the house, either, we go inside the house, or we die a painful death."

Heather and John couldn't speak a word, the Doctor continued before starting to explore the house, "I'm glad that it wasn't the latter. Now where did the Ghost-People go if this is just a normal house? And what the hell is the generator doing making a force field that's surrounding the whole house if this is a normal house?"

"Maybe it's really haunted?" John asked, recovering from the speechlessness.

"Haunted? Maybe, I doubt it." The Doctor started to scan the cupboards in the living room.

"Anything Doctor?" Heather asked as she walked up to him while he studied the screwdriver's scans.

"Nothing. It still says that there's something here that's not here." The Doctor mumbled.

"Ghosts?" John asked again.

"I don't know!" the Doctor exclaimed, "what do you explain the figures out there?"

"I don't know, and for the record, I only wanted to have the interview and study the house from afar, so, please stop snapping at me and treating me like a toddler!" John snapped back.

The Doctor mumbled something under his breath and started to storm to a closed door, Heather mentioned for John to follow him. The Doctor opened the door quickly and walked through, and crashed into an invisible thing, "Ow!" he exclaimed.

"What happened?" Heather asked as she went into the room blindly.

"I bumped into something." The Doctor called back, not realising that he was now in a darkened futuristic room.

"Doctor, where are we?" Heather asked.

"Oh!" the Doctor exclaimed gleefully, hurried to the closed door behind Heather and John and opened it. They all squinted as it was bright and the Doctor read the sign on the door, "East Hemisphere Staff Room 4"

He walked back inside and turned the lights on. The lights revealed a small room with one couch and a big console-type thing in the corner. There were screens over the console type-thing and it showed several images of corridors and different rooms that was taken by the security cameras. "Oh look, a console-type thing!" the Doctor said happily and semi-skipped to it.

"Did we just go over to the asylum?" Heather asked.

"Yeah, so I was right, the tech that surrounds the house is like the TARDIS, but maybe it's an older one, as the time that it took to transfer us was so long. But, yeah, we are currently in the East Hemisphere Staff Room 4 which is, I take it, in the Eastern Hemisphere of Fort RedCore."

"So what do we do now?" John asked.

"Well, we try to find the others of course, and get them out before the inmates get to them." The Doctor explained.

"Why are you so tense about the asylum?" Heather asked the Doctor.

"Well, as I said before, Fort RedCore is totally automatic, most of the time, staff look after the facilities from the nearest moon. But sometimes, they spend short amounts of time living here to upgrade facilities, or the computer systems manually when they can't do it from the moon. Two, three days tops per visit. But that doesn't happen too often." The Doctor explained.

"Yeah, so?" John said.

"I'm getting to it!" the Doctor glared once again at John, "the staff doesn't really care about what happens between the inmates, as long as nothing of the facilities are damaged, so, brawls happen, other…extra curricular things happen and no one, and I am repeating this to stress it out, no one will stop them if anything…extra curricular happens."

"When you say extra curricular, do you mean –" John started.

"Yes, that's what I mean." The Doctor said seriously.

John made a disgusted face.

"I understand now." Heather murmured.

"Right, excellent, we all understand why I'm so hasty about getting out of here now? Let's go, we need to ninja our way around." The Doctor hurried towards the door.

"Ninja?" John asked himself.

"About that, how are we supposed to get out of here?" Heather asked. "The door that we came through was behind us when we came here and it was closed."

"Oh yeah, I'll think of something. For now, let's hurry!"

"Where are we going?" Heather asked.

"First, I think we need to go to the main generator control room. Luckily, it's located on this hemisphere!" the Doctor exclaimed and they scurried out.


They crawled their way up to a door that seemed like all the other doors that they had passed. But the Doctor stopped them anyway, "I believe this is the main generator control room." He said before opening the door.

The door slid open to reveal that it was in fact, not the main generator control room, but one of the four main mess halls of Fort RedCore. And it was meal time.

All of the inmates just turned and looked blankly at the trio and everybody stayed silent.

"Well, I'm glad that they're not jumping on us." The Doctor murmured quietly.

"Doctor?" a croaky voice called out from the mess hall.

"Is someone calling me?" the Doctor asked Heather and John.

"Doctor?" the voice called out again. This time, they were able to see who was calling out. It was a snake-like alien about 1.8 metres tall and brown in colour. His six legs stepping lightly and carefully around the other inmates and he held his three arm up in a wave. "Is that you Doctor?"

"Uh, yes, I am the Doctor. And you are?"

The alien clutched his chest and looked like he was in pain, "I cannot believe you do not recognise this face Doctor."

"Sorry, I am having problems with my memory, trying to fix it." The Doctor apologised and smiled uncomfortably.

"I see," the alien murmured, "well, it is I, Raxolun Mrh the Third, the ex-King of Morvo."

"The ex-King of Morvo! I see, haven't been there for a long time." The Doctor exclaimed.

"Indeed, your last visit to Morvo was 72 years ago. When you double-crossed me in my attempt to force open the walls between the universes." Raxolun murmured seriously, before his voice turned light again, "there are no hard feelings of course. My treatments have shown to me that you had done the right thing."

"I see." The Doctor murmured.

"The doctors say that if I keep going with my treatment, I shall be able to leave Fort RedCore sooner rather than later. Five years maximum."

"Well, I am very happy for you." The Doctor bowed down and kissed Raxolun's scaly hand.

"What are you doing?" Heather asked.

"That is how the Morvorites shake hands." The Doctor straightened.

"But there were no shaking of hands involved." Heather pointed out.

"It's the same level of formality." The Doctor groaned. "Little details, little details. When it's a life-or-death situation, yes, little details are very important. But this is not one of those situations." The Doctor explained to Heather and John, "not yet."

"So Raxolun Mrh the Third –" the Doctor started.

"You do not need to call me that, I am not King, call me Raxolun." Raxolun explained.

"Raxolun, I am pleasantly surprised that none of the other inmates have attacked us yet. Fort RedCore has been known to be outrageously chaotic. What has happened?" the Doctor asked.

Heather was too focused on the aliens sitting down at the rows of the tables to notice the small alien inmate who tapped John's shoulder and ran away. John felt compelled to follow the alien and went out of the mess hall and down the corridor without anyone noticing.

"I am not sure, ever since I arrived 72 years ago, all of the other inmates has gradually got calmer and calmer. So calm that they were willing to vote me the unofficial leader of the whole Eastern Hemisphere of Fort RedCore." Raxolun explained.

"Wow, that is quite something Raxolun, unofficial leader, that is great." The Doctor said.

"What are you doing here Doctor?" Raxolun asked.

"Well, we're here for two things actually, the first is, I need to go over to the main generator control room to check up on the generators because the generator surrounding what is essentially your backyard, is breaking down and it leads straight to Earth." The Doctor started.

"I know where the main generator control room is located. I can take you there." Raxolun explained, "and your second matter?"

"Ah yes, we are looking for a group of three people. They call themselves," the Doctor paused to think of the name.

"GhostHunters." Heather chirped in.

"GhostHunters!" the Doctor exclaimed, "they are from Earth and should not be here in the first place, have you heard of three humans roaming around in the corridors?"

"No, I am sorry, but I have not heard of anything of the sort." Raxolun answered.

"I knew it wasn't going to be that easy. Anyway, let's go check up on the generators and then we'll focus more on the finding-idiots side of this adventure." The Doctor spun quickly and realised John was gone. "Where did John go?"


John finally caught up with the alien inside a small room, "what do you want?" John asked. The alien stayed silent. "If you're not going to tell me anything I'm going to go back to the Doctor and Heather."

He turned but the small alien grabbed his arm to stop him, "you can't." the alien squeaked.

John shook the alien's hold on his arm off. "Why not?"

"Because," the alien started, "there is a dark secret that's looming over Fort RedCore and it could mean the death of everyone here."


Here we go, this is going to be another double-release so I won't write much. Hopefully this is alright, and you guys are enjoying it.

Kid