Rose, in response to the gun being pointed at her head, started to back away, gingerly stepping backwards as the man and his gun continued on their quest for her blood. She could feel her blood, feel it pumping fluidly around her body, veins thick with it, suddenly rushing to her brain. Her pulse start thumping, hurting her head, that's all she could hear, her pulse. It beat so heavily that everything else was drowned out. It was just her, she couldn't feel herself there anymore, it was like she had been transported somewhere else. The background noise faded away and that was all that there was, a pounding, steadily thumping rhythm. Du- du -du -du-… du-du-du-du-… du-du-du-du-… She was neither gone nor quite there. Life flashed before her eyes as she was suddenly forced into the present, reality slamming down on her fast as she heard a trigger pull and felt herself being pulled backwards, her head hitting the cold metal floor of the corridor. All went dark.
"Rose, Rose!" she heard an urgent voice calling her. A shot, that was what she had heard, a gunshot. "Is this heaven then?" Rose thought to herself as her vision started to clear, maybe she had been wrong about all that God stuff, maybe he was real. "I didn't believe, does this mean I'm in hell?" she said louder in her head, loud enough it appeared the other person had heard it also, "Hell? What are you on about? Get up quick!"
They sounded scared, their voice was urgent; Rose could feel a tugging at her t-shirt. Groggily, she looked around her for the first time. She was on the floor of a corridor. Sitting up she squinted to see a person standing above her. "I know you," she said, not quite with it in a sleepy tone. Faye looked down at her shaking her head, her eyes wide and sad. "What's wrong?" asked Rose, not remembering what had happened a few moments before.
"I'm so sorry Rose. I could only get you out in time; oh thank goodness Tota didn't see me, but not him…" Rose interrupted her, "Out in time? Not him? Who's him?" Rose asked confused. Faye looked down at her, locking eyes with Rose. With a jolt, her memory came back to her. Rose let out a gasp, the chair, the chair, he was in the chair! She shot up, her dizziness that had been evident moments before, now completely gone.
Rose pushed her self up against the glass of the window; she could see him, strapped into the chair in the corner. "Oh my God!" she screamed over and over, administrating fighting blows to the glass, she screamed his name over and over again, willing the power of her words to do something, save him, but they were useless pleas with no earthly power behind them. She knew he could hear her, but it hurt for him to look. He couldn't bear to see her face, tear stricken and bloody from where she had hit the floor.
Rose banged her fists against the glass in desperation. She knew it was no use; the glass was never going to break. She tried for the door, but it was locked from the inside, she jostled the handle with all her might but it would not budge. "This all your fault!" she screamed at Faye who was now cowering from Rose who's anger scared her. "You saved me; you pulled me out of there! You made me leave him!" she shouted, angry tears running down her face. She brushed them away, but they were only to be replaced by new ones. Rose started to sob, all the fight in her was gone, and all she could do was weep. She had let him down, and she would never be able to forgive herself for leaving him in that room for the rest of her life.
Hand pressed up against the glass, Rose looked on as the cap was fixed onto his head, she couldn't watch this, she wasn't strong enough, Rose started to turn away, but that was when he looked up.
This was the end. Shame, he thought his death would have been a bit more prolific than tied up in a chair by a pompous blue alien and his two henchmen. He was powerless, powerless to save his own life but that didn't really matter to him, as long as Rose was safe. She could fly the TARDIS, she was a clever girl, she would go home, find her mum and Mickey, and live her life, she would be okay, he told himself. Or would she? He couldn't bear to think that she wouldn't be okay but maybe she wouldn't, when his people died, he didn't want to carry on living, Rose was stronger than that, he hoped.
"Look at her you fool," he told himself as a hot tear ran down his face, if this was going to be the end he wanted the last thing he saw to be the woman he loved. Plucking up the courage the Doctor lifted his head, catching her eye from being the glass. She saw him looking and pressed herself up against the glass, he could see the condensation from her breath steaming up the window, he could also see her tears, how he wished he could be there with her to wipe them away. She wouldn't be crying though if it wasn't for him, and he hated himself for getting them into this mess. It was his fault. With a sigh he closed his eyes and the feeling of almost dying wash over him. He tried to steady his breathing but failed. On the surface, to Tota, Faye and Rose, he looked composed, but they were too far away to see his tears. Deep down he was scared, he never stopped being scared.
"Doctor, your time has come, you'll be the newest bottle in my collection, the cleverest being in the universe, so I've heard, and now… I'm going to destroy you and put you in a labelled bottle!" Tota's croaky laugh rang out. The Doctor snapped his eyes open, looking at Tota. "And, on the side…" he said in a clear, soft voice, "will be written the words, 'For The Humans' because they are the most important creatures, the cleverest creatures in the universe, not me," he said, turning to look at Rose, staring intently at her, "and they are wonderful, and true and kind," his stony maroon eyes bore into her, "and they know just what to do in a crisis." He had finished his speech but his eye's never left Rose's and hers never left his. Tota laughed in his seat, "If you think you're trying to get a message across to your little friend over there, it's not going to work, she's helpless and so are you, she can't help you now," he chuckled, turning to a switchboard behind him, reaching a long tentacle up to the switch, he flicked his head back to the Doctor, "Prepare to die Doctor!" he roared. He clicked the switch.
"What is he trying to tell me?" Rose asked herself, "what am I meant to do?", like Tota said, she was helpless, trapped outside of the room, with no way in. He was still looking at her when the switch clicked. There was a flash of light that filled the room and sparks started flying out of the cables attached to the chair, she could almost see the electrical current snaking its way along the cable, making its way towards the Doctor. She crossed her fingers over her heart, "Please, please, please," she kept saying over and over, her eyes shut tight. That was when she heard the screaming.
The Doctor leant forward in his chair, his eyes open in a shocked and pained expression, his eyes were wide and burning, his mouth was open, and a blood-curdling scream was leaving it. The first long scream ended, followed by a series of others which were equally as heart breaking for Rose, she turned her back on the window and put her hands over her ears and over her eyes. She didn't want to see she didn't want to hear. She would have done anything to have stopped that moment from happening, in all her life she had never wanted anything more than for the Doctor to stop screaming and for the pain to be gone from his body. The screams from the torture chamber were loud in her head, Rose felt a burning sensation in the back of her neck and she was sick on the corridor floor. She bent down wrenching, and didn't get up again. She curled herself up into a ball, hugging herself tightly. And that's how she lay for the next few minutes, the worst in her life, while she listened to the Doctor scream.