-REMEMBER ME-

PART II

CHAPTER SEVEN

Destiny? What Destiny?

I pace back and forth, the lock remaining stubbornly locked. I glare at it as Jexlan watches me with wide eyes.

"There has to be a way out. There's always a way out."

I explore every inch of the walls with my fingertips, rattle the doors, try to see a weakness in their structure. But there is none. It's a perfect prison. Or well, it is when you can't get out. There must be a weakness, a way out, a solution, but to me, it is no where to be seen.

If the Doctor were here…

But he's not, he's about to be executed, and he needs my help.

Not long after, I collapse on the cold floor, and I feel the tears spring to my eyes.

"It's hopeless," I say softly. "There's no way out."

"You musn't give up hope, my dear…there must be a way out," says Jexlan.

"Yes, but I can't see it!" I whisper-shout, still afraid to draw attention.

Jexlan scoots over to sit next to me, and places a comforting hand on my shoulder.

"There, there…I'm sure we'll think of something. The Doctor needs rescuing, and you will be the one to rescue him. It is your destiny."

I look up at him sharply.

"My what?"

Jexlan goes pale, and his face turns into a mask. He's said too much, and he knows it.

"What do you mean, it's my destiny to save him?" I ask.

"I'm sure you'll find a way out," he scrambles.

"Tell me!" I demand.

Jexlan is quiet, as he looks down at his hands.

"It is not my place to tell you. I'm merely a lonely soldier. To have the Doctor here is dangerous enough, but it is an honor. None of us ever expected to have you visit us as well."

"What's that supposed to mean? Do you know me?"

"Yes. Well, no. I know you as well as any mortal may know a legend."

"What do you mean?" I say, standing up, staring at Jexlan desperately, as if he held all the answers. Answers I didn't know I was looking for, to a question that I don't know.

But as I stand up, something falls out of my pocket, and bounces on the floor with a tinkling sound.

My face splits into a wide grin, and I laugh out loud as I scoop it up. My "destiny" is forgotten, because I've just found our ticket out of here. You clever boy, putting that there.

"The Sonic Screwdriver! HA!"

Jexlan stands.

"What is that device?"

"It's a screwdriver, but sonic," I explain, rushing to the cage doors and aiming the sonic and the lock.

I hear Jexlan gasp.

"It is true, then…if ever there was a doubt…"

I give him an odd look over my shoulder, but he turns his head away. I turn back to the lock, cycling through the settings until I find the right frequency.

"I've almost….got it…hang on…"

Jexlan watches anxiously over my shoulders.

Buzzz….BUZZZZZ…buzzzzzz….CLICK!

"Yes!" I shout in triumph, punching the air as the lock clicks open. I pull it out of the cage bars and throw it to the ground, the doors swinging open into the unknown.

"Now what?" asks Jexlan. I grin at him, triumphant and determined.

"Now? Now, we save the Doctor."

They do not take me back to the cell with Clara, and immediately I become worried. As soon as we are out of sight of the throne room, the guards become rougher with me and I attempt to fight them off. But, their hold is too strong on me and they continue to drag me down the halls, until we come out into daylight.

I was right, we were in a great pyramid of some sort. But not like an Egyptian or Mayan or Aztec pyramid. No, this one is by far greater. Bigger, and there are several pyramids, stacked side by side of varying size, with more decoration and rooms poking out of the side of them and dotted about the pyramids. It is truly a sight to behold.

I wish Clara were with me, so she could see it too. She would appreciate it's beauty far more than I would.

I do hope she's alright. I hope she comes round in time to perhaps get me out of what could possibly be a very sticky situation.

But in front of me, there are people everywhere. They line the cobbled streets, looking for all the world like cattle. Their heads were hung low. Any decoration they wore was dull. Their shoes were dull and worn down and in several cases stained with blood. What had these people been through? What was their plight?

Every single one of them armed.

And yet, they did not take up arms against their oppressors.

"Where are you taking me?" I ask of the guards.

"It'll be ta the gallows with yeh, and no mistake. Yeh done a right foul thing, and yeh should be grossly punished for it. That's what Trexalore says, and so it shall be done."

"Ah. And do you always do Trexalore's dirty work?" I say, in a voice loud enough for the people to hear. "Dragging innocent people to their deaths? Brutally punishing those that do not agree with you?"

"Yeh're in no way innocent, foul traitor."

"Oh, but you wouldn't know, I've had no trail. Punishment had been declared by a brutal dictator. No doubt you follow his orders into bullying these people as well, your own people! Do you rummage through their homes, and kill them on sight if they do something that breaks the laws? Which are no doubt ridiculously strict—"

"You can shut it!" declares the more violent of the two, elbowing me in the side in a typical display of brutality, throwing me off my feet. "Hasn't anyone told you? You talk too much!"

The other one, the one with the cockney accent, none too gently pulls me back up again and pushes me on my way. The people look on with a spark of dulled interest. Perhaps no one has fought back in a very long time.

"Ah, afraid, are you? Afraid of a little spark of rebellion?" I say loudly.

"Yeh're nothin' but a traitor! And yeh'll be hanged for it! As you should! Impersonating our God is a foul offense worthy of execution! So yeh might as well shut it!"

"You can't hang me, I'm God!"

He shakes me violently.

"You've already been called out on your fraud, if you ever wish to save yourself, you better shut up."

Well, it was worth a shot.

They drag me to a platform, and a cage underneath for all to see. The crowds gather, watching with pale eyes, a spark of excitement in their otherwise downtrodden lives.

"Hear ye, Hear ye," calls out the town crier. "Let it be known that the foul traitor, only known by his false impersonation of our lord God Doctor, shall be punished by execution for this most heinous crime. Let it be known that this is the fate awaiting every rebel! And they will all receive their punishments! Huzzah!"

The crowd lets out an obligatory huzzah, and I see my chances of escaping by somehow rousing up the downtrodden crowd into an angry one go down the drain.

A/N: Blech, life. Life sucks right now. Leave a review to make me feel better! You're all gorgeous, dear readers!