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Padlo's face twisted into his vicious smile as his creature thrashed around in the water. It was pandemonium; torrents of water splashed everywhere, drenching the men on the beach. It seemed to be screeching and ready for its meal…it lurched towards Gianco as instructed.
Poor Gianco jumped out of the way as the creature opened its mouth and missed him by inches. It landed on the beach sending sand flying everywhere.
The Doctor held onto his hand and dragged him away. Then he whipped out his sonic screwdriver, playing around with a few frequencies and pointed it at the creature. It silently screamed and plummeted back under the waves.
'What are you doing?' Padlo raced to the sea, heading a few feet inwards. 'Where's he gone?'
'I want a word with you,' the Doctor shouted at him.
'Only I control him!' Padlo brought out his whistle again but Yates (who was behind him) snatched it away and held it above his head triumphant.
The Doctor smiled at Yates but he still needed to explain to him…
'GIVE IT BACK!' Padlo raged, his finger on the trigger of his gun.
Yates gasped and dropped the whistle at his feet.
'You say the creature feeds on power?' The Doctor said to Padlo, trying to distract him.
'Of course it does,' Padlo snapped. 'And when it finishes everyone on this Godforsaken island it will become the most powerful thing on this planet!' He laughed.
'Yeah, yeah you keep saying…' the Doctor cranked his head towards the ocean. 'Then why did it come to you first if you were just a struggling fishmonger?'
'I – I…it saw potential in me!' Padlo shivered, his finger still on the trigger. 'And now look at me, without it I would still be penniless!'
'No, Harry. It consolidated with you. You see, a Jurisona craves on knowledge. Not Power. They are curious little things,' he stepped towards Padlo, one foot in the waves. 'I can just see the day it landed here. Probably abandoned by its family because it was so weak.' His face became sombre. 'It found you first…in the Pacific did you say? Yes, and it spoke to you through song.'
'It spoke to me about wealth and persistence!' Padlo shouted at the Doctor even though they were face to face.
'Really? Did it?' The Doctor said quietly seeing the desperate look in Padlo's eyes. 'Or did you mistake the meaning? The words? Loud as Jurisona's can be they are terribly shy around strangers.'
'How can it speak?' Gianco asked.
'The Jurisona speak together through song, in harmony with each other. But as this one was alone it linked itself with the thoughts of Padlo. His mind was much darker and narrow minded. He planted schemes into its head and it obeyed his every command, bringing him prizes from under the sea.'
Padlo snapped. 'So what? I might have had a relationship with it at the beginning but then I saw the potential. It was happy to be of use to me!'
'MAYBE YOU SHOULD LISTEN TO IT PADLO!' The Doctor lost his patience and his eyes sparked with rage.
Yates reached down for the whistle and pocketed it. Gianco edged forward.
'It's too late, Doctor! I don't care I've come too far now. By sunset tomorrow everyone here will be dead, I will tell the authorities it was a freak hurricane storm. But before anyone arrives, I will have gotten access to the cyberspace accounts and transfer them to my own.' Padlo stepped backwards.
'No! Here Doctor-' Yates threw the whistle through the air but before the Doctor caught it, Padlo shouted with rage and pointed the gun ready to fire.
BANG!
Padlo was forced to the ground by Gianco who threw himself on top of him and now he was wrestling him to the ground. Luckily, the gunshot was fired into the sky making a few birds take flight from a nearby tree.
'Get off me Gianco!'
'Take the gun!'
Yates forced the weapon out of his hands and pocketed it. But Padlo punched Gianco in the face and scurried away from his grasp. He grabbed the whistle and ran for the pier.
The Doctor ran after him, leaving Yates to attend to Gianco, who was bleeding from the forehead.
Both men ran down the wooden pier towards the abandoned shack. Padlo ran to the door and opened it. The Doctor was hot on his trail.
Inside, the Doctor stared around. There were only three walls made of the same wood as the pier. Where the fourth wall should have been was a beautiful sight. The sea stretched out into the horizon and the sky above it was inky black with a thousand stars.
Padlo had his back to him, leaning against the wall, one arm holding the other. It appeared Gianco had managed to injure him before he escaped his grasp.
He was breathing in and out heavily from the run.
The Doctor walked slowly towards him and came by his side.
'You can't hear the music can you?' He whispered.
'What are you talking about?' He replied, not looking at him but at the floor.
The Doctor raised his sonic screwdriver and pointed it at the sea below him.
As soon as the blue light vanished from his magic wand, the silence dissolved.
Rising up from the sea was the most enchanting music Padlo had ever heard. It was like a strength more then anything else. If you imagined magic running through your veins and beauty flowing over your skin and you felt your whole body was as light as a feather and float away with the breeze, then this is what Padlo felt.
His eyes were stinging with tears and he wiped them away feverishly. 'How did you hear that when I didn't?' He asked the Doctor with guilt.
'You can't hear it,' he said. The Doctor looked out at the ocean and the creature bobbed to the surface, illuminating like colourful Christmas lights. 'It strips away the noise of the sea so it can muster enough frequency to play its song. You have to listen, Padlo. Or else it is just noise. And that can become anything you want to hear.'
Padlo nodded. 'You're quite intellectual Doctor.'
'Well…' the Doctor grinned. 'But you mutated it, Harry. And somehow you managed to poison several people on the island including my friend.'
Padlo nodded and put his face in his hand and sighed. 'What have I done?'
'But it can be reversed. We can make everyone better and I can take the creature home.'
'You can't take it home!' Padlo stepped towards the edge and sighed. He clutched the whistle tightly. 'I have this…thing inside of me. The whistle calls it to me. I still feel…' his hand shook, 'power. And it will never go.'
'I can help…' the Doctor whispered, edging towards him.
'You and I know that won't change anything,' Padlo muttered. He threw the whistle to the floor and turned around to face the Doctor.
'I can't leave it…'
'Harry, NO!'
But it was too late. The Doctor reached out his hand but Padlo took a step back and fell. As the Doctor looked over the side, it seemed that Harry was not falling but floating. The wind rippled his clothes and he smiled up at the Doctor, closed his eyes and splashed into the water below.
The Doctor gripped the wooden boarding but knew it was too late. Harry Padlo was dead beneath the waves.