I'm doing well for myself, three chapters within a week, but I suppose that's mainly because I'm going on holiday next week so unfortunately I won't be able to upload any more chapters until after then. Don't worry, it's only for a week.

So onto World War Three.

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World War Three: Part 1

And then all of a sudden lightning crept over the creature's skin, like electricity. The alien screamed in pain, its talons going to its neck as it tried to pull it off. Harriet, Rose and I all stared at it, only minutes ago it was threatening to kill us, and now it looked like it was going to die instead. Fair play, I thought, it didn't look like it would have particularly mourned our deaths, especially if it was going to be the one that ended our life. I looked at the man on the floor, I hadn't even known his name, hadn't even really liked him to be honest. But I hadn't wished for him to die.

Rose suddenly pushed at me, "Come on," she hissed, pulling Harriet and me around the creatures as it remained shouting in pain, writhing in agony, "Move, move, move!" I set off in a run, matching her willingness to get as far away from the creature as was humanly possible.

We ran through corridors, not looking where we were meant to be going, only knowing that wherever we went, as long as we were getting away from whatever had cornered us in the room, we were going to be safe, "Wait!" I almost fell over at Harriet's sudden shout, "No, they're still in there!" Rose and I stared at her in confusion, "The Emergency Protocols! We need them!"

She turned back to go and get them. I turned to Rose, "We better..." I started and she nodded, following after Harriet. However the plan of action was very quickly dropped once we turned the corner and was met with the large green creature, skin now put to rights, which was now chasing us, with a giddy laugh, "Run!" I tugged Harriet sharply in order for her to follow me as fast as she could, "I don't know about you," I told her as we ran down another corridor, "But I really don't think we need the Emergency Protocols right now,"

Rose was ahead of us, and as we passed through a doorway, she quickly slammed it closed, "You think that will hold them?" she asked me, before the door buckled and splintered as the alien burst through it, "Apparently not," I sighed, moving quickly through Downing Street. If I ever had children then this would be one hell of a bedtime story, "Can you run any faster?" she demanded, shutting another door.

"I'm trying," I shouted back at her, as yet another door burst off its hinges, "That's not doing anything useful, Rose," I murmured, before nearly slamming into a closed one. I tried the handle, "It's locked!" I kicked it wildly, seeing the creature right behind us, "And we're dead," the lift suddenly pinged, and the alien turned towards the sound.

"Hello," the Doctor said, cheerily, nodding towards the alien, and then nodding towards us. I was about to retort, but Rose, probably sensing what I was about to do, roughly shoved me through the open door, and heading into a sitting room.

I tried another door, "Locked again," I couldn't help but show the panic in my voice as I tried to open the door. And there was no other doors in this room, "Hide," Harriet immediately ran behind a screen that was propped up against the window, and Rose ducked on the other side of the desk. I, myself, decided to hide behind the curtains, silently praying that the alien would simple pass over me, and well...if the worst came to the worst, I could always jump out of the window. Might be painful, but I would escape with a few broken bones. Better than having my whole body snapped in two.

I tensed as the door to the room opened with a clatter and the heavy footsteps of the alien echoed in the silent room. A giggle was heard, and I forced myself to stop breathing when I heard it come further into the room, "Isn't this fun?" she crowed, "Little human children...where are you?" I swallowed heavily, concealed behind the heavy drapes. Perhaps I should have chosen a better place closer to the door. At least I would see where exactly the alien was. Behind the curtains, I was practically blind, not being able to see anything, "Sweet little humeykins, come to me. Let me kiss you better," it sounded like a concerned child, like a little child who would talk to a fly before ripping its wings off, "Let me kiss you with my big green lips,"

"Happy hunting?" I clapped a hand over my mouth in order to stop the gasp from leaving my mouth. So if things weren't bad enough with one big green alien on the loose, there had to be another one. One alien, and Harriet, Rose and I could probably outrun easily. Two made it a lot harder.

The woman green alien laughed again, "My brothers," she cooed to them, and I nearly shrieked as someone suddenly moved aside the curtain. I let out a breath when I saw that it was Rose, and gave her a half-hearted glare in order to tell her that she had nearly frightened me half to death. "It's wonderful, the more you prolong it, the more they stink," I couldn't help but shudder slightly at her words. I couldn't see how anyone could possibly be that callous about taking another's life that easily.

There was another low laugh, "Sweat and fear," spoke another voice. So the theory of having only two aliens to outrun had been quickly proved incorrect. There were now three of them, one for each of us, and I doubted that we could ever get passed them to the door without them noticing us.

"I can smell an old girl," the first of the male voices crowed, before his voice turned viciously sinister, "Stale perfume, and brittle bones," I grimaced at the sound of that, and Rose squeezed my hand gently at that, trying to not make any sudden movements. Curtains moving would be an obvious sign to where we were.

"And two ripe youngsters," the female alien answered, her voice sounding rather close to where we were hiding, "All hormones and adrenaline," I closed my eyes, pressing my back into the window, hoping that the gleeful tone in her voice was only due to the pleasure with the knowledge that they had cut off our escape route, rather than happiness at having found where exactly we were hiding, "And they're fresh enough, so they would bend before they snap!" the curtains were suddenly pulled back, Rose and I screaming as one as the alien bore down upon us, "Precious children!"

"No!" Harriet's voice shouted out in the room, "Take me! Take me first!" It was a fine thing to say, the fact that Harriet was trying to save us, and I would have appreciated the stance that Harriet was making, except with an alien standing right in front of us, its claws raised aloft and threatening, it was slightly void. Still, I liked her for trying.

The door suddenly banged open, and I let out a sigh of relief at the sight of the Doctor. Truly, never had he been more welcome than he was right at this minute, "Out!" he shouted, before spraying what looked like a fire extinguisher at the aliens, "With me!" immediately I grabbed the drapes, and with Rose's help, managed to pull the curtain rail down onto the alien, making it muddled within the curtains. After that it was pretty easy to slip past it to run behind the Doctor, "Everyone here?" he asked, blasting the two male aliens again with the fire extinguisher. He turned to look at Harriet, "Who the hell are you?" he inquired.

"Harriet Jones," she told him quickly, holding up her ID badge. I had a feeling that this was becoming a habit for her, flashing her ID badge, "MP for Flydale North,"

The Doctor grinned, pressing sharply down onto the canister, "Nice to meet you, Harriet Jones," he said and she nodded rapidly. The canister suddenly ran out, "Time to go, I think," I wasn't about to argue with him, as long as it got us away from those aliens, I was happy to go along with anything that he suggest. Once again, we found ourselves running through the corridors of Downing Street, "We have got to get to the Cabinet Rooms," the Doctor told us, running ahead, Harriet, Rose and I following him quickly. I don't think that any of us really would know where exactly we would be going in the first place. Every corridor looked the same when we turned down it.

"That's what I said!" Harriet piped up, and I looked behind me as we ran. No aliens at this point in time, although I did nearly step on the back of Rose's foot in the process of doing so, "The Emergency Protocols are in there, they give instructions about aliens!"

"Harriet Jones, I like you," the Doctor called back to her, as we charged behind him. I was seriously going to have to get used to all this running, I could feel a stitch coming on in my left side, and it was threatening to become very painful.

"I like you too," Harriet answered, and I sighed, shutting another door behind me, "I think,"

"Not to be rude or anything," I called from the very back, "But could we possibly hurry this along a little faster?" I ducked quickly at the door behind me shattered as the three aliens stalked behind us. I could see splinters of wood fly overhead and really hoped that nothing would hit me in the process. That would, I think would probably make us go slower, and I really didn't fancy being skewered like a kebab by one of those talons. I had already seen their effectiveness, and had no wish to relive the experience.

Once again we hit a locked door, but with one quick buzz of the sonic screwdriver it sprung open. I really had to find a way of getting something like that just in case Rose and I had to repeat this experience of meeting far too many locked doors. I suppose sticking with the Doctor would quickly solve that problem. I looked around the Cabinet Room, seeing many doors leading off it, and silently hoped that the Doctor had a plan because although we could escape through many doors, the aliens could equally come in through the same doors.

The Doctor's idea was to grab a bottle of port off a side table, and he held it up, pressed against the sonic screwdriver as he faced the aliens, "One more move and my sonic device will triplicate the flammability of this alcohol," he informed them, "Woomph, we all go up, so back off," Whether what he said was true or not, it seemed to have worked as the aliens didn't come any closer. The Doctor lowered the bottle, "Right, question time, who exactly are the Slitheen?" he demanded.

"They're aliens," Harriet informed him, and we all looked at her as if that wasn't obvious. I didn't think that the Slitheen, if that was what they were, could be anything but alien. Indeed, compared to Cassandra and the Gelth, they were probably the archetypal alien that were always shown on TV.

The Doctor nodded, "I got that, thanks," he replied to her, "Can I get a bit of hush back there?" we were all silent at his words, "Thank you, much better," he looked back at the Slitheen, "Answer the question, who are the Slitheen,"

"Who are you if not human?" one of them asked, one of the male aliens. I supposed that was a fair point, although I did wonder at how he knew that the Doctor wasn't human. He looked like an ordinary man if you passed him on the street.

Harriet started to open her mouth, but I got there before she asked, "Yes, he's an alien," I said to her, and she looked at me, "I know, he looks human, but he's not. He's an alien, just one that doesn't look like what we think of as an alien," I frowned at that, going off into a tangent, "Or do we look like him? He's older, so technically we would look like him not the other way around," I caught her look, "Sorry," I grinned, "Lots of planets have a North, if you're wondering," she nodded shakily.

"I thought I asked for hush," the Doctor said amicably, turning towards me and I raised my hands in surrender, "Thank you," he turned to the Slitheen, "So what's the plan?" he questioned, and when they didn't answer him he raised the glass bottle threateningly, "Come on! You've got a spaceship hidden in the North Sea, it's transmitting a signal, and you've murdered your way to the top of the government. What for?" they were still silent, "Invasion?"

"Why would we want to invade this godforsaken rock?" the same Slitheen told us, "There's nothing on this world that we would want to invade for. The life forms here are completely primitive; they don't even have the technology to go outside this solar system,"

The Doctor frowned at that news. He was probably used to people only invading other planets. But he quickly picked up his spirits, "Then something must have brought the Slitheen race here," he retorted quickly, "What is it?" from their laughter, this was not the right thing to say, "Did I say something funny?"

"The Slitheen race?" the man repeated his words back to us, with a giggle, "Slitheen is not our species," once again they all laughed as if it were ludicrous to even contemplate, "Slitheen is our surname," we all blinked at that, that had been unexpected, "Jocrassa Fel Fotch Pasameer Day Slitheen," he bowed slightly, and I wrinkled my nose at him, "At your service,"

The Doctor brightened at that, as if he had been struck by lightened, "So you're family...it's a family business," he told them, "Which means that you are out to make a profit. How could you possibly do that on a Godforsaken rock?"

One of the other Slitheen inched forward, closer to the door, "Err," he drawled out the word, "Excuse me," we all turned to look at him, "Your sonic device will do what?" the Doctor blinked at him and I let out a long breath, still completely on edge, "Triplicate the flammability of the alcohol?"

The Doctor grimaced, looking at the port and sonic screwdriver in his hands, "Is that what I said?" he questioned them.

I realised something, "You were making it up?" I said to him, and the Doctor turned to look at me, with an exasperated look on his face, "If I hadn't of said it then someone else would have," I reasoned, and he shrugged, "Oh well, it was a nice try though," he passed the alcohol me and I immediately passed it to Rose, seeing that Harriet had the Emergency Protocols held tightly in her arms, "Rose, you might want a drink, you're going to need it," she took it with a nod to me, opening the top and drinking a little out of it. I looked towards the Slitheen, "Don't suppose you've got another plan up your sleeves, Doctor?"

The Slitheen in answer raised their arms aloft, clicking their talons again. Their blood lust and what courage they had, no doubt had been roused once again once they had learnt that we were not all going to be blown up due to alcohol, "Now we can end this hunt," the female Slitheen laughed, walking forward, "With a slaughter,"

Harriet, Rose and I all stepped back, ready to break into a run as soon as the Slitheen decided to go for us. The Doctor on the other hand, hadn't moved from where he was standing, instead folding his arms and looking at the Slitheen as if to say, 'Don't even think about it' in his usual confident manner. To his credit, it appeared to be working, the aliens hadn't decided to attack us at the moment, "Don't you think we should run?" Rose asked him, practically taking the words out of my mouth in the process.

He ignored her, instead focussing on the Slitheen, "Fascinating history, Downing Street," he informed them, "Two thousand years ago, this was marshland," I blinked at him. We were about to get slaughtered by green, giggling aliens and he was giving them a history lesson. I was all for learning history, but perhaps this wasn't the best time for a lesson, "Seventeen thirty, it was occupied by a Mr Chicken," he laughed slightly to himself, "He was a nice man. Seventeen ninety six, this was the Cabinet Room," the Slitheen were getting closer to us, "If the Cabinet is in session and in danger, then these are about the four most safest walls in the whole of Great Britain," he opened the light switch to reveal another switch underneath, "End of Lesson," he pressed it hard and immediately thick grey shutters closed over all the walls in the room, "Installed in nineteen ninety one, three inches of steel, lining every single wall," he grinned smugly to himself, "They'll never get in,"

"That's impressive," I agreed with him, looking around the room, "Very impressive, Doctor," I could see the gaping hole in his plan, "There's just one thing," he nodded, "They can't get in," he folded his arms, "How exactly do we get out?"

His smile quickly became very wry, suddenly realising what was the problem with his plan, "Ah," he answered, "Didn't think of that," I nodded slowly, sitting on one of the chairs, and looking at the ceiling. Slitheen on the outside, probably monitoring every doorway so we couldn't escape through any of the doors. I could feel that getting out of this siutation was going to take a while.

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