I heard a song once called Lifesize. It's a good song about, sort of becoming larger then life, being great to someone, a hero. It's by a Fine Frenzy if you want to look it up. It reminds me of this ship, the Frenzy…I rather like it...it takes my mind off of terrifying imaginary friends.
"Get out!" I screamed, Anthony drawing closer.
"Bryanna- come on Bryanna Bryanna!" I swung my knife hand forward.
"BRYANNA!" The Doctor had both my hands.
"You saw him! Right! You saw him!" I struggled franticly.
"Bryanna! Bryanna." he said sternly, gripping my knife hand, he wiggled my wrist to make me drop the knife, and my panicked gaze reached his. "There is NO ONE there." I glanced around the cabin, noticing everyone had moved back away from me. I looked at the Doctor, more terrified of myself then I ever had been in years.
"He was there…he was…"
"Let go of the knife." the Doctor gripped my wrist tighter, I felt myself building up tears, I dropped the knife. "Come here, its alright." he said pulling me closed and cradling me, "Shh shh." he rocked me side to side, "I know, you're scared, I know." he stroked my hair, I sniffed and nodded my head, "All clear?"
"Y-Yeah…" I muttered.
"Did you take care of her?! Is she restrained?!"
"She's just scared and a little tired." he said taking me by the hand.
"I'm sorry; I don't know what came over me." But I did! There was some strange creature in my head, and he was messing with me. I wasn't sure if I understood its motive, but it was driving me up the wall, and everyone was turning on me. This was backwards…
"Go get something sturdy, something strong…black coffee should do the trick." the Doctor put his hand on my head and turned me to face him. I glanced up at him, he gave me a gentle shove on the back and I carefully walked between the cautious people to the room the held refreshments. I closed the door behind me, looking around.
"Well he just doesn't believe you." I jumped pressing myself up against the counter.
"Get away from me." I growled, "You're messing everything up, this was suppose to be a nice trip! Can't we ever have a nice trip!?" I hissed.
"I'm sorry. I just want a friend; you can be my friend you know. They don't have to know." he smiled, "I'm just lonely, it's lonely in space…"
"Get away."
"Did you…find the coffee?" The strange man approached me, the one with the clacking. I looked at him startled. He paused, "Y-You're alright." I watched Anthony carefully, and he grinned looking at the block of knives.
"I'm fine, you should leave now, really!"
"No, I'm…I'm here to tell you I believe you. I'm a scientist, and there have been some weird things about this area of the tour. Supply ships shut down here occasionally, and tend to have…strange happenings. Usually one survivor or none…and they all say there was someone there…Everyone thinks they're mental. So I've come to check it out." He smiled, "I need you to tell me what you saw-"
"A teenage, he's got short black hair, white, perfect teeth, yellow shirt and black slick sweats." I rambled quickly, "Almond colored eyes." I glanced at him.
"Stop it." he growled.
"And he's mad. He's very mad." I muttered looking back to the man. He looked at me.
"He's in here?"
"Yes. He's very angry-"I yelped and knife cut my shoulder flying past my arm. I turned at Anthony, "STOP IT!" I yelled he held another knife in his hand.
"B-Bryanna-"the man gasped. I turned around, and his hands were shakily hovering around the knife that had just flown past my shoulder. He fell to his knees.
"DOCTOR!" I screamed, covering my mouth, "Oh my god. I'm sorry, I wasn't fast enough. I should have told you to get out. Oh my god, this is my fault!" I screamed. He heaved heavily.
"Not…not your fault…" he laughed, "Damnit...take this." he held out what looked like an USB device. "Don't let anyone get their hands on it; it has everything you just told me, all the information. It'll warn people, this place-"he hissed, "Will be shut down…and no one will get hurt."
"No!" Anthony stepped on the knife and the man gave a gasped.
"STOP IT!" I screamed, "Stop it!" I pushed Anthony. I…I could touch him. He glared at me,
"No! No one is going to ruin my friendship with you! We are so a like!"
"I'm nothing like you!"
"I won't let you die; I won't let that happen to you!" Anthony reached for the knife. But I grabbed his wrist.
"Bryanna?!" The Doctor started at me,
"What is it what's going on!?" the people were going to see.
"Not…not her fault…" the man's last words fell to only the Doctor's ears and my own. I let go of Anthony. And the Doctor looked at me, my arm bleeding.
"She killed him!" Silvia shrieked, "Murder!"
"I didn't! I swear!" I backed away, "It wasn't my fault!" I gripped the information, slipping it into my shirt when they weren't looking.
"He's dead." The Doctor stood, "Bryanna…what happened?" he was dead serious. Please say the Doctor didn't think I did it. I wasn't a murder! I wasn't!
"The teenage, Anthony!" I said, "He doesn't want anyone taking me away. He's going to kill everyone!" I cried, tears were finally falling, "He understood." I pointed, "He knew! He knew about him! And Anthony killed him!" I sobbed, "He knew." I fell to my knees. The Doctor made his way to me, but the Hostess grabbed his arm.
"Doctor! She just killed him, what makes you think that she won't kill you?!"
"Because I TRUST her." he ripped his arm away. "Are you hurt?" he asked kneeling down. I looked at him, he smiled, "You've got a little cut, does it sting?"
"I'm…I'm too scared to feel it." I said, having to take a shaky breath to stop my crying, continuing to huff and blubber like a small child.
"Hold still then…" he said grabbing a napkin, "Tell me about…Anthony."
"I can't. He'll kill you. I ca…I can't do that." I heaved, "I don't want anymore people to die. I…I hate when I stand there…and watch, while someone trying to help dies."
"It's not your first time?" The Doctor frowned.
"No…" I muttered, "Long time ago…I had a tutor of mine, a friend, young smart boy…tutored me in math." I closed my eyes, "One day we were walking home, and I crossed the street ahead of time…running, full of energy…" I muttered, "A drunk driver, came and hit him…" I muttered, "I ran home, but I wasn't fast enough. He was dead." I gave a shaky smile. He frowned at me,
"I'm…sorry…I'm so sorry."
"Yeah well…life hits you hard." I muttered, "You've got to be strong and come back each time it knocks you down. My childhood may have been crap. But I've got a good strong head now." I sighed.
"You're a very brave girl."
"That's what the tell me." I smirked. He patted me on the head.
"All wrapped up." he stood, pulling me up. Everyone staring, "Oh back up!" he barked, "She's a child, she couldn't take on a grown man!" he dragged me behind him. "She's a victim just like the rest of you. But something is here. Something like an imaginary friend." he turned putting both his hands on my shoulders. "It's feeding off of her imagination, and even though she rejects it, she can't get rid of It." he said glancing at the crowd, "She's just a victim, just like the rest of you."
"It's feeding off her." Silvia said squeaking, "The get rid of her and it kills it!"
"That's not going to happen, we've had enough death!" The Doctor growled, "No one is going to kill anyone!"
"Well then what are we going to do!?" the little pop singer said, "And who put you in charge!? I sure didn't!" she placed her hands on her hips.
"Shut up Blondie." I snapped. The Doctor glared at me, "Sorry…" The girl huffed and folded her arms, the two body guards seeming to understand the pain of caring for her. I glanced at me feet.
"Could any of you HONESTLY murder this little girl."
"No. Because I'd get them." Anthony was standing in the far corner glaring, arms folded, watching.
"Doctor…" I muttered staring at the glowering Anthony
"I bet I could." Gregory glared at me, "She's so sure of herself right now. Feeling triumphant little girl?"
"Now Gregory-"The Doctor started,
"Doctor…" I pried.
"I could to!" Silvia nodded, "If she was the cause, it's a small sacrifice."
"Silvia, what if the creature needs help, maybe it's scared. What does a scared animal do? It lashes out. Bryanna was nice to it, and now it wants to protect her, and what if anyone trying to help her gets killed. What if killing her doesn't help? What if you've just let loose a now very angry creature?" The Doctor gritted his teeth on the 'e' of creature.
"DOCTOR!" I screamed. Everyone's attention was on me, and my eyes never left Gregory.
"Bryanna…" he said very cautiously. "Don't…take your eyes off of him…" he muttered. "Turn…to face him." I nodded slowly turning, myself between the Doctor and Anthony.
"What is he doing?" Anthony unfolded his arms and stood from his lean. The Doctor placed his hands on the sides of my head. Closing his eyes briefly, I felt him enter my mind. Like a tingling where his fingers were.
"Hello…" The Doctor stared at Anthony.
"Can you see him?" I muttered.
"Yes…"
"Doctor! What are you doing?! What's going on?" The Hostess panicked.
"Shh, he's allowing me to see him." The Doctor hushed.
"I'm not allowing anything!" Anthony stomped his foot, and it startled everyone.
"What was that?!" Silvia jumped back away from Anthony and everyone migrated behind the Doctor.
"Anthony? That's your name, what do you want?"
"I want you away from Bryanna! Bryanna is my friend, and I won't let her die!"
"Doctor, what's he talking about?"
"Bryanna hush." The Doctor muttered, "I'm not going to let Bryanna die, but you can't use her, you have to leave. I'm giving you one warning, you just killed a man, and maybe you were scared. But you need to get out of Bryanna's head." he hissed, "You need to leave her alone. Because if you don't stop, I'm going to have to stop you."
"No! You're the monster! You're the problem, TimeLord!" Anthony said growling, "You're the danger! She's safe with me, she understands, she knows." he said, "She doesn't know how dangerous, she thinks she does. But you trick her with your smile." he said softly, "You tell her lie after lie. And she knows, but she smiles at you. She smiles like there's nothing wrong." he muttered, "You aren't meant to have nice things, 'Doctor'. You're not a Doctor, you're a monster."
"Stop that! Leave the Doctor alone!" I glared.
"Bryanna."
"I'll get rid of you, TimeLord." Anthony grinned, "I'll get rid of you good."
A great pain reached my head where the Doctor's fingers were, burning I started screaming and he started huffing and groaning, facing the pain and after struggle ripped his fingers from me. Like my head and his fingers were magnets, very strong magnets, joined together. I fell to the floor, vision blurring briefly before coming back. I sat up. The Doctor in the far corner, in pain.
"Doctor."
"He's trying…he's trying to take over my mind…" the Doctor hissed, gripping the wall for something, "He's…he's strong." I was on my hands and knees, "No! No stay back…"
"See! Now we can take the risk! Throw the Doctor outside and the creature is killed." Gregory nodded. I was shakily getting to my feet.
"Alright, grab his arms. But do it quick."
"Don't you touch him?" I snapped. Stumbling in front of him, this was it! This was his moment. The paused, "I swear to whatever god you believe in. If you touch him. It'll be the LAST thing you'll ever do." This was my moment, my final moment. "Because once he's gone, there's nothing left for me. And I can go FUCKING crazy, and you know what. You may not like me, when I'm a trapped little girl." I huffed, "Because I'm DAMN violent." I said huffing and heaving in front of the Doctor. "We are going to find a civil way to deal with this." I growled, "Because when this man dies. The universe dies. Time stops moving and everything ends here." I said growling, "Everything stops the stars go out and EVERYONE DIES." I said shouting at the top of my lungs. I pointed to the Doctor, "This man is the greatest man to ever live! AND IF YOU TOUCH HIM I WILL KILL YOU!" I barked. "DO I make myself clear?!" I said calming a little. Everyone stared, "I SAID DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR!?"
"Yes!" The Hostess and Gregory backed away. Backed away, fearing that I would whip out a knife and gut her right there. I kneeled by the Doctor.
"Doctor…" I muttered, "What do you need, tell me. Tell me." I muttered. The Doctor grabbed my shirt and gripped it tight, nearly choking me.
"Get…Get it out!" He cried. "Get it out of my head!"
"I can't! I don't know how!" I barked. I ripped his hand from me. I got to my feet, looking around. I needed…I needed, darting into the hall where the dead man laid; I pulled the knife from his body and returned. I held the knife in both hands, prepared to stab myself, arms shaking. "Anthony! You let him go! You let him go right now!" I barked, "Because I am scared and I am desperate. Because compared to this man, I am just another speck in the stardust." I readied myself to stab, "This is your last warning." I swallowed, "One…" I growled, "Two…" I closed my eyes, "THREE!"
"NO!" Anthony and the Doctor cried at once.