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I noticed his glasses were slipping. "You little fiend, were the threats not enough for you? You just had to sit there and lie through your teeth! I'm going to show you what happens to people who-"
"Lucas," Marcy spoke gently. She put a hand on his shoulder and said something in his ear. He pulled away, nodding.
"Right then," he sighed, "change of plan. You're actually going to be useful!"
"Oh, I am absolutely delighted! Allow me a moment to celebrate." I put all dignity aside for a second and danced as well as I could in my restraints, humming a little made-up tune. Maybe I was still a bit loopy.
He gave me the death glare. "I've decided to spare your life only if you obey me. Is that clear?"
"Clear as bean soup!" I nodded dumbly, still humming.
It was obvious he'd rather throttle me, but he kept a sunny attitude. "You're going to help us with a little plan, will you not?"
"I'm putting my vote in for 'not', thank you verra much," I remarked snidely- in my best Elvis impression on the last bit. I stopped dancing.
He sniffed, but otherwise ignored me. "You're going to help set up a bit of a trap, you see, a trap for the Doctor!"
I gave a snort. "Yeah, have fun with that."
The lesson learned by every bad guy in stories all over is: never, ever tell the hostage there's a trap! It basically just guarantees they'll tell the rescue team when they get there and the whole plan will be foiled. He seriously didn't see that one coming?
"It can work and it will," he hissed. Regaining composure in an instant, he smoothed both his suit and his tone of voice. "Now, let's go over some boundary rules."
I sulked.
"First: you will obey everything I tell you to do or else-"
"-Or else what?" I tried not to remember what had happened the first time I said that.
He held up the bottle of Hydrochloric acid. "This." He set it back down. "Second, you will be quiet when I am speaking."
I straightened up and began mouthing quite a few choice words at him.
"Like that, good!"
It was my turn to mutely scowl.
"Third, you may not say anything to your…friend, except what I tell you to. Got that?"
I nodded, still unusually silent.
"Alright, I suppose that covers the big ones. Now, I believe we are slightly pressed for time, so you'd better pay attention the first time I say this."
I smiled and batted my eyelashes. "Go on, Lu."
He clenched his jaw. "Marcel."
She tiptoed in on her little clippity-cloppity shoes. "Yes, sir?"
"You're going to be the distraction. Go in the hall and hold him up, hear? Just...er, use your charm, shall we say."
Marcy obediently stepped outside and walked away.
"Ha!" I laughed. "Do you really think he's going to fall for that one? I mean, I don't know," I shook my head so a stray lock of hair would fall over my shoulder, "but he doesn't seem like the flirtatious type, if you know what I mean."
I received a slap to the face. I turned my head in an attempt to lessen the impact but ended up hitting the other side on the slab I was tied to.
"Ouch!"
"I told you," he whispered furiously, "not to speak unless spoken to, brat."
"And you really thought I would listen?"
Lucas took a step back, stroking his red beard. That seems so stereotypical, I thought, trying not to grimace while the right side of my face throbbed. Of course Irish people are going to have red hair. Some Scots, too.
"Anyway," he continued, "while Marcel is out there, er, buying us time, I will be setting up an ambush in this very room! All of our forces, coming together to capture the…creature we've been after for this long of a time…" Lucas suddenly gave a start as he realized he was smiling and gazing somewhere over my head. "So we'll have an ambush set up, yes, an ambush, and when he comes in here, he'll see you. You're the second distraction."
"Second is the best," I say in my most obnoxious third-grader voice.
He was trying to ignore me. "You must tell him nothing about us, nothing! Nothing at all or you know what I'll do to you after we're through."
"I know nothing!" I belted out, now impersonating Sergeant Schultz from an old show called Hogan's Heroes.
It was lost on him. "As soon as they sense him, they will attack him. You are to stay put until the beast has been dragged out of here with shackles on his feet. Do you understand so far?"
I stuck my tongue out. In the blink of an eye, he had lunged forward and scratched my arm from my shoulder to my elbow. Immediately a searing pain ensued, and I stifled a scream.
"Holy mother of"-
"Will you shut up?" He gritted his teeth in anger while I tried not to look at the red line on my arm which was bleeding.
I was beginning to doubt this whole situation; what if it didn't work out? Why did I have so much trust in the Doctor in the first place?
"In here!" Lucas had run to the doorway and given a loud whisper, waving his arm. I figured the Doctor must have still been around the corner or something.
In a flood, the Avexdolus poured in through the doorway and moved in somewhere behind me, in the shadows. They were as silent as ghosts. I suppressed a small shudder. None of them looked in my direction, save for the very last one to enter:
"Well, well, well," he said softly. His blonde hair was neatly combed, his green eyes flashed with dark humor. "Look at what we have here."
"Bug off, Ryan," I muttered.
"I'm sorry, what was that, sweetie?"
I curled my lip in disgust. "I said bug off. I'm sick of you. Get to where you're supposed to be. Don't you have a plan to be attending to?"
Ryan threw me a look of mock-anger. "Aw, the little prisoner's giving me orders now. That's not very nice." I got a kick to the shin.
That's going to be a bruise, I thought. He laughed quietly and assumed his position with the others.
It seemed like it was an eternity of silence. We all just sat there, holding our breath. The Avexdolus quickly lost interest and began talking amongst themselves, apparently hiding in boxes or crates in the back of the room. I wondered where Lucas was. Maybe he was off slacking while his pawns did all the work.
After what could easily have been an hour, I heard soft but steady footsteps. I strained my ears to hear, and prayed that no one else detected them.
"You shouldn't have done that," I heard a recognizable voice say. "I mean it; that could have been taken care of using alternate methods. I'm not exactly a big fan of violence."
It's a trap, I thought towards the Doctor. I wished he could hear me. It's a trap. Don't go in that room right there. Right here. It's a trap. It's a trap!
Suddenly I heard a gasp from outside.
"Ah! It's been a while since I've gotten a message!" There was a whisper. It was him!
My heartbeat quickened- no, not like that, you mad romance-lovers- and I fidgeted excitedly, even though I knew bad things were about to happen. He'd come to rescue me!
But who is he talking to?
"'It's a trap. Don't go in that room. It's a trap!'" He sounded confused.
What? What? What?
"What's that mean?"
That voice…Audrey?
"Well, obviously," the Doctor informed her, his accent making him sound way too snobby for his own good, "it means that somebody doesn't want us to go in that room right there, somebody who really doesn't want us there, enough that the energy from their thoughts transferred itself onto this paper here."
"What is that?"
"It's psychic paper! Anyway, er, I think the person's talking about that room."
"The one on the left?"
"I'd guess so." They stopped. "Shall we go in?"
"It says it's a trap, though!"
"You guys are really bad at whispering," I remarked, meaning it to be directed at the two outside, but the others thought I was talking to them.
"Sorry," somebody stage-whispered. I rolled my eyes.
"Payton?" There was another murmur from the hall.
"Is that really her, Doctor?" My friend's voice rose.
He must have nodded because I heard a gasp. Right now all I could think about was how lucky they were right then that the creatures tracking them had short attention spans.
Yeah, it's me, I thought towards him, hoping it would work a second time, but they're all in here with me. Doctor, Audrey, don't come in here. I'm serious. They want to kill you. They're bent on it. Please, don't come for me…
Unable to come up with anything else, I sighed and leaned back, feeling the sensitive area on my shoulder itch and burn.
"But…" Audrey's reaction came through.
There may or may not have been some charades going on.
"There's no plan, is there?"
"That's the way I do things, Miss Fuller!"
I couldn't help a grin. That was the Doctor, alright, if anything else hadn't been pointing to that.
Suddenly he was there, wearing the exact same outfit I'd last seen him in, looking just as much like a little kid who heard he was getting a puppy as ever.
"Hello, Payton!" He whispered excitedly.
Audrey moved out from behind him, her eyes wide. "Payton, is that really you?"
"I told you not to come in," I hissed. Why would no one ever listen? "They've set you up for slaughter!"
The Doctor just shrugged. "They'll have fun with that, won't you, Avexdolus?" The last part came as a yell, a challenge.
You are an absolute idiot, I thought, this time not at him, though. I kept it in my head.
Quickly the beings, now silent as the wind in a place with no trees, moved out of the shadows and stepped toward him, claws out. Audrey gasped.
I could only give them a look of, I told you so.
"And look who the cat dragged in," a suspiciously Irish sounding voice spoke. Lucas strode into the doorway with a smirk on his face. "Oh, Doctor- I was beginning to think I'd never see this day."
I'm not the best for writing humorous interrogation scenes, but I'm trying my best, so if it sounds really lame, please forgive me. I'm not perfect. Oh, and thank you, James Patterson (even if you're a really bad author) for giving me the idea to make this scene funny. I kinda took one of his lines but tweaked it a teensy bit. "Clear as pea soup" was his...
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FYI, I'm now up to the point where I'm writing the chapters as I upload; before I was putting up ones I'd written a while ago, so don't expect new ones every day or even every other day...sorry about that. I tried to avoid this, but I got excited.