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Annabella ©2011-2016 MamaBunyip
Everything else and story line by me but of course they're set in the Dr. Who Universe so I still hold no rights to them.
Story takes place somewhere in the 11th Doctor Era. I hope you enjoy it!
Rating: It's perfectly safe for the whole family, like the show. So don't worry.
PART 9: False Expectations
"So…what do you say to that…Doctor?"
She said it so close to his face that he winced back an inch, afraid they'd otherwise kiss.
He then blinked, and smirked, chuckling a bit nervously.
"Blimey," he rose his hands, and Annabella's with his, "this has been just one of those really bad days…" he commented in an impressed tone. "I can't seem to win."
"No, you don't," she opened her hand in a requesting gesture. The Doctor glared at it, then went "oh," and put the sonic screwdriver in her hand. She closed her hand around it and nodded. "Smart choice, Doctor."
The crushing sound of bleaks walking emerged from behind them. Annabella glanced to see four of them already on the approach.
"Doctor?" Annabella questioned, incapable of believing it.
"Now now, dear, don't worry, I promise it won't hurt…" the Empress lightly pushed, to shove the Doctor aside.
But he struggled.
"Move aside, prisoner."
"I…" The Doctor was visibly strugling with himself, "I can't…"
"You've been beaten. Concede."
He bowed down his head, clenched his fists, "I SAID I CAN'T!" He suddenly jerked to grab at the Empress. But she again proved him to be no match. She caught his hand and twisted it until he screamed.
"Aaagh!"
She bit her lip in frustration, driving the Doctor to the ground.
"STOP IT!" Annabella moved to gra her arm and pull, but the Empress jerked back her arm, backhanding her well away, and then descended it again to punch the Doctor.
A moment later, Annabella felt herself being picked up. In a dream-like state, she saw the feet of a bleak beneath her, and struggling to look up, and behind her, she saw a bleak carrying the Doctor in both arms.
A tear ran down her cheek as her consciousness dissipated.
She woke up in a room, lying down and in chains. The Doctor was standing, with his hands shackled, grasped inside the hand of a bleak.
"Finally, you're awake."
Annabella looked towards the voice to spot the Empress. She looked around and saw they were surrounded by Bleaks.
"This room will transport you back to when you evolve into who you're meant to be," the Empress told Annabella, waving her hands to present herself, "but before you go, I wanted you to witness what you're truly capable of."
She waved towards the Doctor with a vicious smile, and the bleak squeezed, making the Doctor scream.
"Aaagh!"
"No!" Annabella reacted, trying to move. But she couldn't.
"Doctor!"
"The Doctor!" The Empress echoed, in spite and wonder, approaching him. "The whole universe is up in a twist about you, aren't they? A warrior, they say, destroyer of species and races. A killer of worlds and armies: immortal and undefeatable."
The Doctor clearly didn't like any of that. He shook his head as if trying to deny it, but in fact knowing it was true.
"Killing you is the perfect way to start our campaign. It will send the perfect message…" she flicked his nose, and then turned around and opened her arms.
"WE KILLED THE DOCTOR!" The bleaks roared to accentuate the meaning of the sentence. "Imagine what we will do to you…"
She turned around again, this time facing Annabella with a proud smirk. "How's that for a slogan?"
"Please…please, I didn't do anything. We didn't do anything, stop this and let us go."
"No," the Doctor's voice called out, "they had their chance, Anna. A great big number of chances…I can't provide any more."
"What?" The Empress turned towards him, flabbergasted. "Are you still going on about your victory?! Doctor, I win, I beat you, I-"
The Empress was interrupted when a bleak suddenly vanished.
"What the-"
"Annabella!" Doctor called out, interrupting her.
Anna looked back at the Doctor, startled while holding back desperate tears. The Doctor looked her right in the eye with the saddest look she had seen on him. It seemed like the look he'd give her if he had decided to kill her.
"I'm sorry."
"What-"
And then she vanished. She never felt anything. Her vision just dimmed and shut off, as her body ceased to exist.
Part End: Thank you for reading, please consider leaving a review if you have the time.
Oh boy! Dun dun! No one ever expects the Doctor to get real. But did he really? Check the final chapters to find out :)
Also don't worry, the story is fully written. I'm doing all updates during this week to compensate for my away time, and wrapping it up. Ending coming tomorrow.
