Ok, I'm going to continue this story because of the kind review I got from Captain Cynthia, which made me realise that the only hater of my story is probably me! So I'm going to continue and try to make this story as good as possible. At the end of this chapter (it is pretty short, sorry), is a MASSIVE cliffy! Read on and review...
Unusually the queue for the ghost walk wasn't very long. During weekends you could be queuing for hours, but today they were in luck; there was barely a queue and they were near the front.
"Seriously?" Ashley complained, placing her hand on her hip. "When I'm scared to death it's gonna be you that has to comfort me."
The Director sighed. "Ghosts walks are nothing compared to a ship full of Cybermen or almost being burnt by the suns' rays."
"I suppose," Ashley admitted, "But I wanted to go shopping."
"Shopping's no fun," the Director protested, "Ghost walks are."
They were interrupted as the gate opened, allowing a certain amount of people to shuffle through. A tour guide awaited them. After a certain amount of people had been let through, the gate was closed.
Their tour guide was an alien, with light orange skin and purple hair. It was a humanoid, and looked like a man, unless they had different looks on its planet.
"Hello, guests! I am Mavdegeopiades, but call me Mav, and I'm your tour guide. Now before we go on the tour I'm going to have to explain a few safety rules..."
Ashley fought off a shudder as the cold wind stung her bare arms. It was starting to get dark, all the better to get even more scared on a ghost walk. The silhouettes of the trees hung over the sand of the beach behind them, creating spooky shapes which made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end.
"Now, keep to the path, and let's go!" Mav stated before taking to the path. As they walked all that could be heard was their feet on the gravel path and the occasional chirp from the wildlife. It was freaky.
"Diro," Ashley stuttered, grabbing his arm, "I'm freezing."
"Maybe it's a ghostly presence," he joked.
"Shut up!" Ashley shot back playfully, elbowing him in the ribs. "I hate ghosts."
"Ash, if I had a coat, I'd give it to you but all I have is my shirt."
"Take it off."
"I can't."
"I'm cold, Diro. Please can I have your shirt?"
"Ash, I can't take my shirt off. I've got nothing underneath."
They almost bumped into the people in front of them as they came to a halt. The tour guide was pointing at a tall tree, its long trunk battered with scratches.
"Legend says that the ghost of a vicious wolf claws at this tree each night..."
When Ashley turned to her side she noticed that the Director had disappeared. Her pulse increasing, she glanced around, and sighed in relief when she saw him crouched down by the side of the path, sonic screwdriver in hand.
She rushed over to him and bent down by his side. "What are you doing?"
"Nothing," he said unconvincingly.
"What are you doing?"
"I said nothing."
"What are you doing?"
Sighing in defeat he realised that she wasn't going to let the subject drop. "Fine, I'm scanning with my sonic screwdriver."
"Scanning what?"
"Things."
In irritation Ashley jabbed him in the ribs. "Diro, tell me."
Before he could say anything the group had started moving. Although he wasn't here for the tour, he had to look like he was in the group.
Leaping to his feet, he quickly caught up with the group, Ashley in tow. The tour guide was busy explaining legends that he wasn't even listening to, because he knew about it all anyway.
"Diro, I'm c-cold," Ashley moaned, wrapping her arm around his waist and pulling him close to her body, snuggling her head in the crook of his neck.
"Shh, I heard something!" the Director snapped, breaking out of her embrace and glancing around hurriedly. For a second he'd sworn he'd heard a rustling in the bushes.
Ashley's heart pounded in fear. "What did you hear?"
"Shh!" he barked, ears pricking up so he was ready to hear the slightest movement.
There it was again. A sinister rustling, not too far from where they were standing.
"What was it?" Ashley's voice trembled as she clutched his arm tightly. "Diro, please tell me. I'm scared."
"It might just be normal wildlife," he suggested, "But I think it's a bit too big."
"How do you know?"
"I saw a shadow."
"Is that bad?" Ashley asked.
"Well, yes, it might be. But it depends whether the creature is out to kill us or not. Which I -"
He felt a lost presence on his arm. Then he heard a scream.
Whipping around, he realised Ashley wasn't there.
"NO! Ash! Where are you? Can you hear me?"
Hearts beating like batons against his ribcage, the Director quickly scanned the area, in hope that she'd be around. But she wasn't anywhere. Not a trace.
He buried his head in his hands and yelled, "NO!"
Falling to his knees, he fought off tears. If she'd been captured, she could be tortured, or worse, killed. And if anything happened to her, he wouldn't forgive himself.
Leaping to his feet he charged through the bushes, sonic screwdriver in hand, the yellow tip lighting the way. Sticks crunched underfoot as the enraged Time Lord stormed forwards, eyes darkened like balls of ice. Whoever had captured her, he was going to find them, and make them pay.
No one hurt his Ash and got away with it.
The forest seemed to go on forever. The further he got, the more angry he became. It seemed he was going to get nowhere.
Growling in anger he began to scan around with his sonic screwdriver, but got no readings. In rage he shoved it back inside his pocket and slumped against a tree trunk, twigs tickling his bare skin. His eyes flickered shut as he tilted his head towards the sky, begging all the Time Lord Gods out there that they'd take him to his Ash.
Suddenly he felt claws digging into his leg. Crying out in pain his eyes shot open and before he could react, he was being dragged along the ground. Whatever was dragging him had an iron grip.
Then he felt a weird feeling around his body, as if he'd just been teleported. Slightly dazed, he tried to open his eyes, but when he did, all he was greeted by was blurred vision. The claws were still digging into his leg, and he was still being dragged, but this time along a floor, not across the ground.
Once again, his clothes were going to be ruined. Great.
He heard the sound of metal clanging behind him, and finally managed to open his eyes, finding himself in a dark room. He could just make out the shapes of bars surrounding him. It was a cage.
Two shadowy figures were slumped against the wall, he couldn't make out their faces. His muscles were stiff, but after some effort he managed to sit up. Crawling towards the figures, he noticed one was Ashley.
"Ash!" he whispered, poking her shoulder. "Thank Rassilon! Are you OK?"
No response.
The figure next to her was larger, and looked like a man. He looked human. But when the Director tried to sense what species he was, his senses got all mixed up. Weird, that didn't usually happen.
They were they only three in the cell. Unfortunately he seemed to be the only one who was conscious.
Eventually his eyes adjusted to the light and he could make out some more features of the man. As far as he could see, he was wearing some sort of jacket and – what was that? A bow tie?
Stifling a giggle, the Director leant against the wall next to Ashley and rested an arm around her shoulders. Hopefully she'd wake up soon.
A few minutes later, he swore he'd heard a sharp intake of breath from the man next to them. That must mean he was waking up.
The Director saw the man's eyes flickering open, then his hands reaching up to rub them.
"Where am I?" the man asked no one in particular.
The Director cleared his throat in an effort to make the man notice him. Quickly he spun around, eyes widening when he spotted them.
"Uh, hello there," the man beamed, shuffling over a bit.
"Hello?" the Director said.
"What are you doing here?" the man questioned.
"Dunno, I was kind of dragged here," the Director responded.
"Same," the man reported, scratching his head in thought. "Anyway, how rude of me not to introduce myself! I'm the Doctor!"
Cliffy! Please tell me what you think in the reviews, hope you enjoyed the chapter!
