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The Time Traveller
Chapter Ten
In all of her years that she had been in charge, the Shadow Architect had never seen so much carnage on a level five planet. Well, at least carnage caused by an alien who shouldn't be there. She was stood in front of a hologram screen filled with images of screaming humans, nuclear explosions and humans being shot dead. It was utter chaos. The old red-eyed woman continued to stare at the screen in silence just as a younger woman with the same red eyes as her leader, walked carefully towards her whilst rubbing her hands anxiously in front of her.
"Ma'am is there anything I can do for you?" the servant asked from behind the Shadow Architect nervously. It was usually not very wise to disturb the Architect when she was focused on something. Too many members in the force had effectively lost their jobs because of it.
"These humans are as simple as Ogrons; so much panic over a tiny little thing." She spoke as she continued to stare at the screen, her lips the only moving part of her body. "I can understand if their whole world was in war with another race, but this is ridiculous. How they became one of the greatest empires in the universe I will never know."
"Pardon my asking ma'am, but have you had any luck with finding the culprit of the prison breakouts?" the servant asked hesitantly. The Shadow Architect slowly turned around and faced the servant with a raised eyebrow.
"This...chaos," she spoke gesturing to the screen behind her. "...is the result of the culprit who released all of those prisoners. Of course it hasn't happened yet, but it will."
"This is why we should capture the culprit immediately." She said staring over the Shadow Architect's shoulder at the screen. The screen disappeared with a flick of the Shadow Architect's wrist.
"Remember your place, Carla." The Shadow Architect said sternly with a narrowed gaze. "You know as well as I that we cannot interfere with time. It is impossible unless you are a Time Lord and even they are forbidden."
"But we have to do something or Earth will be next!" she claimed worriedly. The Shadow Architect flicked her wrist again and the hologram screen returned but this time all of the images were calm and tranquil. The streets were empty and the sun was just starting to rise in the sky over the city of London. The Architect spun a circular dial on the screen and the images sped up until it was about seven-thirty in the morning. Humans were going about their business in the early morning, getting in to their cars to drive to work, school children walking with their parents to school and other kids rushing around their house looking for their bags and finishing off their Cheerios.
The Shadow Architect stared at the screen with a look of disgust, as a dark skinned teenage boy shovelled his breakfast in to his mouth then hurriedly chugging down a glass of orange juice, all the while trying to get dressed and scribble down answers to questions on a piece of paper beside his bowl. "Truly disgusting...these humans have no manners."
The scene changed to a grand house on a street corner. Outside the house in the driveway was a light green 1991 Nissan Figaro. The Architect raised an eyebrow in interest. "Computer, zoom in on this house." she commanded. The scene grew bigger and closer until a few seconds later the Architect and the servant were staring through a window in to what seemed to be a living room.
"Ma'am, isn't that...?" the servant spoke quietly staring incredulously at the sight before them. Lying on the sofa, fast asleep, was the culprit that had caused all of this trouble across the universe. A smirk began to grow on the Architect's mouth.
"Alert the Judoon and bring her in." she commanded to the servant who swiftly exited the room. "So, Miss Fisher...I hope you enjoy your last days of freedom because I can promise you, you will never see the light of stars ever again."
Luke woke up to the sound of screaming.
It wasn't the type of screaming that you'd hear in a horror movie of a woman who's about to get hacked in the head with a blunt instrument like a crowbar. Instead the scream sounded like someone who was screaming for help. Within minutes of waking up, Luke was out of bed and running down the hallway towards the sound of the screams.
"Mum! Mum, are you alright?" he shouted as he barged in to his mother's room, worried that she was in trouble or what he would find. What he did find was his mother sitting up in her bed with a worried look on her face.
"Luke, what is going on? Who's screaming?" she asked as she scrambled out of bed, grabbing her dressing gown as she went. Luke began to put all of the pieces together, the screaming was coming from downstairs so the person in trouble is...
"Trix!" he exclaimed and in a second he darted out of the bedroom and down the stairs leaving his mother to hurry after him. He burst through the living room door to see Trix screaming in her sleep. It looked as if she was trying to escape from something, her arms and legs were flailing around and her eyes were squeezed shut. He ran to her side and tried to grab her flailing arms and keeping them still.
"Trix wake up, it's just me!" he said gently to her. Her eyes shot open and she gasped, looking around wide-eyed. Her eyes flitted to Luke and her eyes widened, before she sat up and looked away in embarrassment.
"S-sorry I woke you." she stammered before quickly standing up and heading towards the door just as Sarah Jane arrived at the bottom of the staircase.
"What was all the screaming about?" Sarah Jane asked incredulously. Trix fixed her attention on their feet before she quickly walked past in to the kitchen, Sarah Jane's eyes following her as she went. With a frown she turned back to meet her son with the same expression on his face. She whispered to her son, "What was that all about?"
Luke shrugged his shoulders before he headed after Trix in to the kitchen, just wondering the same thing. Trix was busying herself around the kitchen, making what seemed to be beans on toast, but something didn't seem right. Her hands were fumbling with the tin opener, (maybe she didn't know how to use it?) and her whole body was shaking slightly.
"Are you alright?" Luke asked hesitantly as he watched her fumbling with things around his kitchen. She remained silent. Luke rubbed the back of his neck anxiously. He had never really mastered emotions amongst humans, he could spot them yes, but he had never really figured out how to...tackle them, so to speak. Despite having the intelligence of over ten thousand people, he didn't know everything. "Uh...do you want to talk about it?"
"No thank you." Trix replied in a quiet tone, glancing over her shoulder. "Is there anything you want for breakfast? It's the least I can do to thank you for letting me stay the night."
Luke smiled a little. "It's not like you had a choice anyway." Trix turned around and faced him with a small frown on her face.
"You do realise that seeing as the Shadow Proclamation are after me because I look like the dangerous teenage criminal they are really after, keeping me here would only endanger you, your mother and your friends even more than they have been already, and you could potentially be convicted of fraternising with a fugitive." she spoke with a raised eyebrow.
Luke nodded solemnly. "But at least you'll be safe with us until they capture the real culprit. If we just let you go then you'll be spotted." Trix continued to stare at him with a raised eyebrow. She didn't look convinced and Luke began to think of what would happen if she was seen by anyone on the street. Trix sighed and her shoulders slumped in defeat.
"I suppose you're right." she mumbled when suddenly the doorbell rang. "You'd better go answer that." She turned back to the sink and continued to make breakfast. Feeling that the conversation was finished, Luke headed out of the kitchen to answer the front door. Well, secondary door seeing as the first one still needed to be fixed from the Judoon officer that had barged his way through. He opened the door to see Clyde waiting on the other side grinning.
"You alright mate? You will not believe the morning I've had." Clyde greeted with a clap on Luke's shoulder. "First, my alarm clock doesn't go off, then I find out my Mum was next door feeding Mrs Gibbon's cat whilst she's in hospital and I had to finish off that essay for English."
"Why didn't you do it last night?"
"Luke, when have you ever known me to do homework before the last minute?" Clyde replied incredulously before making his way inside past Luke and in to the kitchen. Luke rolled his eyes and he was just about the shut the door when Rani appeared on his doorstep just in the nick of time, her hair pulled back in to her usual ponytail and a wide smile on her face.
"Morning Luke, how's your morning been?" she asked goo heartedly as he invited her inside. Luke closed the door behind her, quickly kicking a broken wood shard out of the way on the floor.
"I think my morning was much better than Clyde's from the sound of it." He said with a slight smile as they headed back in to the kitchen. When Luke entered the kitchen he noticed that Clyde was already sat down at the table tucking in to a piece of toast. Luke shook his head as a small smile appeared. He glanced around the room and noticed Trix and Rani staring at Clyde whilst he ate. There was a crease between Trix's eyebrows as she stared perplexedly as Clyde shovelled pieces of toast in to his mouth.
"How big is your stomach?" She asked in astonishment. Clyde looked up in surprise with his mouth filled with food.
"S'cuse me?" he muffled, spitting a few crumbs out as he went. Everyone turned away in disgust.
"Clyde, chew your food." Rani grimaced before she turned to Trix. "So Trix, what are you going to do today? I mean whilst we're at school."
Trix shrugged her shoulders. "I dunno. Stay here, practice staying as hidden as possible and also try and fight my Vortex Manipulator." She said whilst rubbing her wrist in confusion.
"You've lost it?" questioned Rani with a frown.
"I definitely know I had it on my wrist last night, but it was missing when I woke up this morning." She frowned before letting go of her wrist and sighed. "I'm going to be so bored."
"You could always help me fix the front door." Sarah Jane said as she walked through the door. All of the teens in the room jumped in surprise. They had totally forgotten that she was in the house. She was just so quiet.
Trix sighed in defeat. "I suppose so." Sarah Jane nodded before turning to Luke.
"Better go get dressed for school Luke. Don't want you to be late now, do we?" she smiled as Luke nodded and headed out of the kitchen in silence.
"So Clyde, have you finished revising for the English exam?" Rani asked, starting a conversation. Clyde froze, just as he was about to take another bite out of his piece of toast. His eyes grew wide as he looked at Rani.
"English exam? I thought it was Maths!" he exclaimed as he dropped the toast on the plate in front of him and grabbed his bag from beside him on the floor. Rani raised her eyebrows in surprise.
"You mean you actually revised for once?" Rani chuckled in disbelief. Trix watched on as the conversation went on with an amused smile on her face.
"Well, obviously not the right one by the looks of it." He groaned. "Quick, what's the exam on?"
"It's on war poetry and Shakespeare."
Clyde groaned and his head smacked the table in frustration. "How am I going to revise all of that?"
"You're done for." Rani confirmed with a sympathetic look on her face.