Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo, What's up my home dogs? Anyway, chapter seven was the hardest thing have every had to write and i am so glad it has finished.
Disclaimer: I, unfortunately, don't own Doctor Who. If i did Rory, would have stayed dead after Cold Blood.
-D
Her screams never stopped, even whilst being passed out. Whilst she slept, she continued to cry out for someone who couldn't make it better, me. It crossed my mind that i could delve into her mind and extract the bad thoughts from her mind, but i just couldn't, with her asleep, i'd have no control on what i would see.
Hours beyond hours past by without Amelia waking up or The Suffering coming to take me away. I paced the cell, trying to figure out a way to escape before they would come back but nothing seem to present itself. The psychic paper crossed my mind; however, i had left it in my inside jacket pocket that currently lay on the TARDIS console. I slumped down in the corner, slowly giving up hope when Amelia slowly started to awaken from her deep slumber.
"W...what happened? Where am i?" She asked with haste. She looked at me with confusion.
"You don't remember?" The possibility that she has lost her memory after the ordeal wasn't at all lost on me. If anyone went through an ordeal such as her, they would automatically repress said memories as much as possible. However, the look in her eyes told me this was not the case. I was looking her in the eyes, trying to find any recognition, but i couldn't see any. She had completely no idea who i was or where we were.
"Do you know who i am?" I asked
"Not a clue..." The new information was devastating. We hadn't been through much together, but knowing that she couldn't remember me ripped my hearts in two... or four. Any possibility of her feeling the same i felt for her was completely thrown out of the metaphorical window.
After my little moment of feeling sorry for myself, my training kicked in, i need to find out everything this girl remembers about herself.
"What's your name?" I asked in a very innocent manor.
"Amelia Pond"
"Do you remember what happened to you 23rd February 2002?" She knew who she was, but does she remember how first encounter.
"I think that's the day broke my nose when i ran into the door... or the wall, something similar to that" Apparently her memory of me had been erased and replaced with completely new memories.
"Amelia, I'm The Doctor. You were kidnapped, by 'aliens', as was I. A few hours ago, you were taken from this cell by the 'aliens' and... examined. I don't want to go into details but they cut you open. If you er... look down your er... jumper, there should be a scar in the shape of a Y." She just looked at me is i were crazy, understandable really. If a strange man you were locked in a concrete cell with told you that you were abducted by aliens and to look down your top, you would not believe or do a single word he said.
"Who are you and what do you want with me?" she asked rather frightened as she backed herself into the far corner and hugged her knees to her chest, like she did when we were first put into the cell.
"I know you don't believe me and you have no reason to, but my name is The Doctor and i'm in here the same reason you are." As soon as i finished, the door slammed open and revealed four of The Suffering. They had finally come for me.
-A
When i opened my eyes, i expected to find myself in my room in my university, i couldn't be more wrong. I was in a small concrete room, entirely grey and lifeless, apart from the small man sitting in the corner of the room. I scanned over him, his strangely shaped face looking vaguely familiar, like a distant memory that was told to me by a friend. When i realised i wasn't in my room, i nearly went ape shit. My aunt always told me that if i moved away to London, i would be kidnapped and raped and all sorts of bad stuff would happen to me but i didn't listen, i let my naive little mind take control and now look at where i ended up, kidnapped by someone completely unknown and could potentially be this man sitting opposite me.
He started asking me questions, my name and if i knew him. When i said i didn't know him, there was a slight pain in my chest, as if two people were pulling it apart but very slowly. Did i know him? I swear i had never before met him but something seem so familiar about him. He called himself The Doctor, and as far as i know, that isn't a name, but he kept on insisting that it was his name.
I asked him questions to fill in the gaps of my memory, but nothing seemed realistic. Abducted by aliens? What a load of bullshit. He then told me to look down my jumper... pervert.
I moved myself into the corner furthest away from him and held my knees to my chest in a defensive position. He told me he was in this place for the same reason as i was whatever that reason may be. I didn't get a chance to ask him what the reason was as the door slammed open; i didn't know there was a door before it was opened. Four very tall, male looking things moved into the room with a graceful elegance seen most commonly by a cat. Two of them grabbed my arms and lifted me from my sitting position and held me against the wall. The man i was talking to stood up, as if he knew what was going to happen, before they grabbed him too and shoved him out of the door. When the two men holding me left, i was completely alone.
As soon as the door slammed shut with an echo, i could hear the man's screams from the other side. He kept shouting stuff like "I'm not human!" and "I'm no threat to you!" but none of it made sense. Of course he was human; he had the look of a man albeit a very strange man but a man none-the-less. As far as i could tell, there's no such thing as aliens anyway, so he had to be human.
-D
They moved smoothly into the room and like they did before, split into two groups of two and went after both of us. They raised Amelia into the air and held her against the wall, she had no idea what was happening and why. I stood up to face The Suffering but to no avail. They grabbed me and forced me out the door.
"I'm not human!" i shouted as i struggled and kicked into the air, trying to manoeuvre out of their locked grip on my arms. "I am no threat to The Suffering!" But they wouldn't listen. They just kept carrying me away to the unknown. I knew once they got me to the room to cut me open, they would have to put me down to undress me, of course i wouldn't let it go that far. I mean, it hadn't even taken me out to dinner.
They led me into a room not much bigger than the cell i was kept in. I kept struggling but my fight was in vain, their strength overwhelmed me. I continued to shout out what i truly am but they wouldn't listen.
They placed me on the floor, getting ready to undress me. I slapped away their intrusive hands.
"I'M NOT HUMAN! TAKE ME BACK TO THE CELL." I bellowed as loudly as possible, trying to get my point across, and that time, it worked.
They realised from the volume of my voice that i might be actually saying something of great importance. This didn't stop them from trying to undress me. Four of them were too strong for me to contend with. I heard my jacket slump onto the floor, my braces were pulled off and snapped back and smacked me in the face, causing a cut to form on my cheek. But i had bigger things to worry about.
"But... but I'm not human... stop that!" they practically ripped my shirt off my body, a slight chill hitting me and surprising me. But they didn't go any further, and by that i mean they didn't try to remove my trousers, thank Gallifrey! One of them pushed me forward and into an x-ray machine, my legs and arms strapped into the machine. My arms spread out like Jesus on the cross and my legs shoulder width apart. Time Lords are known by their two hearts instead of one, so they would instantly see that i was clearly not human. The way they moved though, the way they picked up certain objects and communicated with each other seemed very human-esque.
I wasn't sure what they would do when they found out i wasn't human, but i didn't expect them to just lift me out of the x-ray machine and take me back to the cell. The surprise i felt at that very moment cannot be explained in words. But when i did get back to the very small room, the sight that appeared before me made me almost faint with fear, confusion and anger. When i returned to the cell, Amelia was gone.
The next chapter may come later rather than sooner, sorry folks. Please review anyway! :D
