I don't own Doctor Who.

If there are errors please correct me so I can change them eventually.

When telepathy isn't shown using reported speech it's indicated with 'these single quotation mark things and in italics'.

Just thought I'd mention that to avoid as much confusion as possible~

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The Mistress grins nastily as she makes her way back to her T.A.R.D.I.S.

No matter how old she got she was sure she would never tire of beating up primitive species. This form was especially fun as they really underestimated her.

She freezes, her amusement promptly sinking into the depths of the deepest ocean trench on Feebar nine only for the oceans to freeze to below absolute zero before the planet implodes and gets caught in the gravity of a star going supernova, the result of which then gets swallowed up in a black hole and contorted into a single note of horror.

The square is deathly quiet. The bodies of numerous humans lie around the creatures and the Mistress knows there is absolutely no chance that any are alive.

And her darling T.A.R.D.I.S sits waiting below them, pretending to be a real stone.

Suddenly one of the creatures drives over her, crashing onto its side. The Mistress has to stifle her cackling as her T.A.R.D.I.S takes the mere moment of distraction to dematerialise.

A blue light leaves a scorch mark where she used to be.

"I HAVE BEEN COM-PROM-ISED!" The metallic screech is followed by shrieks of 'exterminate' blackening the sides of buildings, knocking over a lamp post and causing four birds to promptly crash to the ground, one managing to crack the Dalek's eye.

It's so improbable that the Mistress can't stop the silent laughter running through her.

Thinking they are under attack the other one begins firing at everything too.

"EX-TER-MIN-ATE! EX-TER-MIN-ATE! EX-TER-MIN-ATE!" Over the sounds of their weapons only the Mistress can hear her T.A.R.D.I.S rematerialise behind her.

Several humans look out of windows, screaming in fear, only to get caught by a blue beam and fall back dead.

One falls out the window and crashes to the pavement.

This time the Mistress can't stop the shriek of laughter that comes from her mouth.

The T.A.R.D.I.S disapproves, that much is clear.

With an amused sigh the Mistress stops laughing, retreating inside her T.A.R.D.I.S to find something to neutralise them. She's quite excited to have a chance to kill a couple Daleks- even her dear Doctor didn't complain about it and he always complains when she kills things.

Florence hums calmly, watching the sky slowly dim. It's funny how much more you notice about Earth when you stay away from it.

Someone glares at her irritatedly and Florence has the feeling that it isn't about her hat.

Suddenly something starts screeching and a bird plummets from the sky, landing right at her feet.

With a muffled cry she jumps back, shooting at the thing just to make sure it's dead.

The corpse vanishes, leaving the faint smell of burning meat and acrid smoke spiralling up into the sky.

Without hesitation Florence runs as quietly as she can to the square, hiding herself behind a building and peering around the corner.

It's a massacre.

Too many bodies for the girl to count lie dead on the floor. Florence doesn't doubt their deaths when there is not even the fluttering of eyelids or a faint, possible rising of someone's chest.

Her gaze travels to the two creatures standing in the middle of the carnage.

Well, she says standing. Really one has fallen over and has a bird's beak stuck in what she presumes is the visual input and gun. Its plunger and whisk swivel around helplessly as it tries to somehow get itself up. If the situation was less dangerous Florence probably would have laughed. The other is firing at random, striking down people who scream at the view from their windows.

Florence holds out her weapon, firing at the creature and flattening herself against the wall.

The alien's shouts stop.

"HOSTILE APPROACH DE-TEC-TED! SHOW YOUR-SELF! YOU WILL BE EX-TER-MIN-ATED! EX-TER-MIN-ATE! EX-TER-MIN-ATE!" Blue bolts of light flash past Florence, shattering the glass of a shop front.

Florence runs, ducking into an alleyway and concealing herself behind a bin, heart shuddering in her chest.

Something explodes and the shock wave knocks the girl forwards.

Fighting off her dizziness Florence tries to regain control of her limbs.

"Hah! Not so tough are you now you hunk of scrap metal!" The shock of the Mistress' crow startles Florence into movement. With a chocked off sound of disbelief she pulls herself up, dusting off her clothes and beginning to catalogue her new collection of bruises.

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