Hi guys, I am so sorry for the poor quality of this chapter but I sort of rushed it because I have a lot going on in the next few days and possibly won't be able to upload a new chapter for 3 maybe even 4 days. I hope you understand. Anyway I do not own Doctor Who even though I WISH I DID _ Sorry... It's late. I SHOULD be in bed. But I'm not :3 ^.^ xx
Chapter 12
The weakened weapon
Allie only really knew partially of what was happening. Unfamiliar hands had twined around her small biceps and pulled her from her foetal position on the cold unforgiving ground. Her mind leapt from thought to thought; none of which holding the intentions of comprehending what was happening to her at that precise moment.
No.
Instead she thought of the Doctor.
His hand in hers; the father-like love that glinted in his solid gaze every time that she was around him...
And the pain.
The excruciatingly heartbreaking ache that followed the knowledge of her existence. A creature that could read the ancient Time Lord as easily as a children's story book. She didn't need to look into his mind to see the discomfort it led to. She wasn't natural to him.
So many years had he wielded himself with human companions, average IQ's and very little brain capacity to hold his vast vocabulary of other-worldly knowledge. Suddenly he was hit head on by a challenge. Allie cringed at the thought; or rather, his thought. Someone that had a vaster life-span, the ability to listen to what he spoke about and to be there for him under all and any circumstances. It was a critical situation that he couldn't handle.
She was special to him.
And if something were to happen to her it would be his fault.
That's what lifted Allie Parks from her dream state, her small elf ears pricking to the vibrations her converse made as they dragged steadily across the cobbled floors. The smell of moss was evident in the air; they hadn't moved as far as she had hoped.
She knew the time had come. She would embrace the moment. For him.
He hadn't forgotten her.
Not yet.
The Doctor skidded to a halt, mouth sliding open slightly as he stared at the enormity of the ancient building he had hoped to break into. With a raised brow he was finding the truth harder and harder to comprehend. A sneaky break in was nearly impossible. Nearly.
Allie felt the grip on her arms loosen as she was suddenly forced into the embrace of a hard object, presumably some form of chair. Her hands immediately formed fists as she craned her neck upwards to see what kind of fate had trapped her this time. Instantly, her face fell.
She could feel her heart hammering against her chest at such a rate she was afraid it would break through flesh and bone just to escape the enormity of the situation. Her eyes flooded with tears as she felt the warm freshness of salt water track down her cheeks like an angry waterfall. She was in trouble. Deep, deep trouble.
The Doctor was in such a state of shock he hardly flinched at all when Amy and Rory appeared by his side each taking their own time to stare on in awe at the large obstacle in their way.
Amy put a finger to her lip, pulling it slightly in frustration and deep thought. "It's funny..." she mused, immediately gaining the attention of both the Doctor and Rory as they stared at her darkly. With a simple shrug she removed her hand from her face and held it to her hip, "when you hear 'house of stone' you really don't think about..."
The Doctor shook his head fiercely, "I know, I know." He muttered venomously.
Amy and Rory recoiled slightly at the fire that pierced his tone, Rory instantly holding his wife by the shoulders as if they suddenly saw the Doctor as a threat. "Doctor... do you have a plan?" Rory asked slowly, eyeing Amy as she nodded in agreement.
"A plan would be really useful..." Amy concurred.
"A bit of a plan... yeah," The Doctor was clearly unfocused; his boyish charm had vanished and was replaced by a cold imposter as he looked on in fear at the castle.
Not just a 'house of stone' but a massive, enormous... in need of an intergalactic thesaurus just to find new words castle. It was made of what the Doctor feared. Dwarf star alloy. The perfect prison... except it wasn't a prison. Not really.
It was keeping the Queen – the creature that had ruined this new Planet for the Noctrines – safe. Dwelling somewhere in the confides of her comfy accommodation was a child that the Doctor had actual hope for. Someone he might have been able to live for. Well and truly...
And she had taken her from him.
Allie Parks.
Not only was the kingdom a typical out-of-a-fairy-tale standard castle, there were massive plasma gates surrounding the entire building, topped with medicine mask clad Moonshine protectors posted on every window, doorstep, crack... anything.
There was a long bronze brick path that led from the main set of gates to - from what the Doctor could tell - the front doors. Massive, silver plated double doors with all the trimmings including a comical Lion head door knocker. The Doctor was starting to wonder whether the Queen was having fun with this.
But Allie's weakened voice kept him going; kept his hearts running on adrenaline and pure white hot anger. He wasn't going to give up.
The Doctor looked towards Amy, her emerald eyes sunken with fear. She knew what they were about to do and she knew that this situation was not an enjoyable one. This wasn't for fun; this wasn't a thought out plan with more than one outcome. It was either or.
Either they saved Allie, or they were killed trying.
The Doctor smiled briefly to Amy who smiled back, relieved to see the same sparkle in his eye that sought danger at every turn. The Doctor fumbled around in his jacket pocket briefly before producing his psychic paper. He gripped it firmly in his left hand before extending his right to Amy. Amy took it gratefully and extended her free hand to Rory who held hers also.
"Doctor, are you sure psychic paper would work on telepathic aliens?" Rory hissed, concern lurking in his gaze.
The Doctor blinked away the darkness that he felt and flashed his familiar grin, shrugging unsurely, "I don't know. But we can sure as Hell try." And with a heart breakingly familiar hand squeeze towards Amy who almost fell to the ground in gratitude to know that her raggedy Doctor was still there for her, he stepped forward, leading the way for Amy and Rory as they held hands.
Together.
Allie suppressed the urge to shudder as the Queen cackled violently through the small white painted room that she had been forced into. The walls held no mercy, just pure untainted white paint, as were the white tile floors. Nothing had gathered dust, nothing had been touched. It was as if she had been put into the crazy home she had had countless nightmares about after her psychiatrists had warned her about the progressing problem of her imaginary friend.
Oh... she was starting to wonder whether even the Doctor could save her from this one.
Perhaps she was doomed like all his other companions to be lost.
Forever.
There were four robed women with tufts of hair in view from beneath their bird-like masks. It was all like a bad dream that Allie desperately hoped she'd wake up from any time soon.
But... what did she want to wake up to?
A boring life in an English town to go to school and live with the constant pain of caring for a broken woman who could never love again?
Or did she want the TARDIS... That impossible blue box that could take her to the end of the Universe and back in one afternoon. To travel the stars with a bow tie wearing mad man and his two best friends?
To walk into the loving embrace of a man that wouldn't leave her like her father.
She didn't even shed a tear at the thought of her father. It had been too long. The damage was done. She'd find it a miracle if she could even remember what her father had looked like.
He was an eternity away.
And Allie had bigger problems.
She closed her eyes, shivering under the cold touch of the Queen's long, black varnished nails. Her tail had now escaped the tightness of a black dress and was able to wind around her body from the hole in her newly tailored sea blue dress, sparkles included.
Allie just wanted to leap out of the chair and rip the woman's throat out... which was probably why so many Moonshines had been posted between the Queen and herself.
She almost felt privileged to cause the Queen that extent of fear.
Almost.
"It has been several hours since you were last under my nose." The Queen noted; more to herself. Her nostrils flared as she took in the scent of the child who sat before her. "Your scent hasn't changed." She sneered, her stiletto heels clicking against the marble floors as she lifted Allie's chin with her sculptured talons and pressed her cool forehead against her own.
Allie seethed under her shackles that were still present around her arms as she allowed the Queen to reattempt a look into her thoughts.
Allie narrowed her eyes, her claws digging into the palms of her hands as she clenched her teeth so hard that they began to ache in her gums. Her eye's burned deep holes into the Queen as she felt the sudden roar that escaped Allie's lips. Not just physically, but mentally. Allie was tired. She was so tired. And she wanted out.
"Let me GO!" She suddenly screamed, her vocals straining under the intensity of her words. Her fists clenched harder as she pulled her arms. Further. Further. Further still.
Her elf-like ears twitched in joy to hear the ropes snap from around her wrists. The Queen recoiled, her instincts kicking in as she immediately retreated behind the four Moonshines as Allie stood upwards.
She felt the Moonshine's claws as they dag into her arms, forcing her onto the chair as she screamed shrilly enough for the entire room to rejoice in her pain. Her body clumsily clattered into the chair as she felt tails and arms wrap around her abdomen, her body shaking so violently she couldn't even feel herself anymore.
Who was she?
Who was she becoming?
The Queen laughed snidely as soon as she felt it safe to return to Allie's side, her form circling around the battered teen before she finally stopped. Hands on hips. Her deep violet gaze set upon a white door, almost invisible in the far right corner of the room. "Do you want to know what's through there?" she asked, almost sweetly.
Allie was prepared with a venomous rebuttal, but before she could act on the words she felt the familiarity of a cloth clog her windpipe as one of the masked Moonshines wound it around her lips.
The Queen pouted mockingly, "apologies for the restriction to your speech... but we just can't afford an outbreak of strengthened venom through my guards."
Allie glowered at the Queen, muffled cursing from behind her muzzle escaping from its confines.
The Queen smiled again, her fangs glinting under the intensity of the white wash room. "Through that door little Allie is our salvation." She beamed, somehow including the bound alien teen in her emphasized word. "A travel pod with a designated destination. To take you to our neighboured Planet. A word that has always looked down upon the Noctrine." The Queen frowned wickedly before snapping her fingers; the sound echoing painfully around the room.
"But don't you fret, we wouldn't send you alone. Alas if we did then we couldn't be sure whether you would to take in the information. I am to send you with someone I can trust to make the plan secure."
And as her last words were uttered, her only daughter, who Allie had first considered obnoxious, sickening and unforgettably evil entered from the doors she had been forced to stare at, her face paled, her expression shocked and frightened and her eyes... her left eye... sporting an impressive shiner. So bruised that she was forced to squint under the pressure of pain that had been sent to it through exposed nerves.
The Queen extended an arm to which Grace feebly ran into, her eyes wide and filled with a fear that made Allie's heart break.
"My daughter shall be joining you." The Queen remarked joylessly, her gaze setting upon the child as she instantly tensed. "You understand that you cannot afford to mess this up?" the Queen hissed towards her only daughter. Grace instantly nodded, her hair falling about in a mess around her head. Allie almost felt sorry for her.
What had the Queen done to her?
It was very well clear what had happened. The only thing that could have.
To ensure her plan would not be poisoned.
She harmed her only daughter.
So the deed would be done.
Blackmail.
She'd broken her only child.
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