I have nothing clever to say, so straight to the point, I was about to kill myself, really. I had spent so many years protecting people from making the wrong decision that I was making it myself. And it was going to hurt.
"NO!" I had closed my eyes, and I was waiting…waiting for it to hurt. But no pain came, I slowly opened my eyes, and the Doctor had one wrist, kneeling on the ground, and Anthony had the other. I looked cautiously at both of them, slowly releasing the knife as it clattered to the ground.
"Don't EVER scare me like that." The Doctor huffed. I held out a hand,
"Life hits you hard, but you've got to know the difference between a bluff and the real thing." I yanked him up, "I've stopped too many suicides to not notice the difference." I glanced at Anthony. Who looked just as worried, but twice as angry.
"You…you tricked me."
"I had to get you out of the Doctor's head." I said calmly, "You had your warning."
"He's not going to win!" Anthony screamed, "I won't let him win! HE CAN'T HAVE YOU!"
"Anthony lets get this straight." I huffed, "The Doctor can't fix this." I glanced at the man on the floor, "Because you live and feed off of my imagination…so let's meet…my imagination." I muttered, "Let me introduce you to; Sammy Jones, Sheila Shinigami, Candy Imperva, and my personal favorites, Xaviar and Cain." My eyes closed briefly, and a heavy growling was in my ear.
"W-What is that?! What are you doing!? Who are these people?!" Anthony panicked; he glanced around, my imagination, everything I had created.
"Well…" the woman with blonde bangs and brown hair placed her hands upon her hips, "This…is well…new."
"I agree…" the red head frowned, "Candy, we've never been…visible before have we?" she frowned. Her hand came up and rested on the large brown wolf's neck, "And I haven't seen these two in ages…something must be wrong…"
It was like a fairytale,
"I control my imagination, Anthony, I control it OH so very well." I said, "Because I'm a writer, a Role Player, and a story teller. And you just messed with the wrong group of kids. So let me tell you their stories." for some reason this was more difficult the it was when I just thought of them, it was like being compressed…was bringing my imagination to life for Anthony going to kill me? I was just imagining them, playing make believe like I used to, and sometimes still did… The Doctor was staring in amazement…watching my creations…
"Samantha-"
"Don't call me that." the red head growled.
"Sammy…Jones; Witch extraordinaire. Best in class for charms, and one hell of a fire cracker." I smiled, "Part of the Tempests…and she'll rock you world."
"Stupefy!" Sammy barked, shooting sparks from her wand. Anthony hit the wall.
"Sheila Shinigami; assassin. Killed a good decent amount of people, including her best friend, and is a force to be reckoned with." I smirked.
"Watch your back." the black blur kicked Anthony forward and the reappeared in front of him kicking him back against the wall.
"Candy Imperva; well…is there anything she can't do?"
"You messed with the wrong hand boy." Candy tripped the boy sending him cascading to the ground. Anthony grunting and a gun coming from Candy's belt. BANG! Anthony was bleeding, and I was grinning.
"And last of all…Xaviar and Cain, my werewolf guardians. I turned around and walked between the two large wolves, "You've made your mistakes…now I'll make mine."
"No! NO NO!!"
I turned my head and closed my eyes. The sound of flesh tearing and Anthony's screams filling my head, and then, he ceased to exist. The chattering of my characters soon vanished and I opened my eyes. Everyone staring at me, the Doctor had long turned his head away from the gruesome sight. Well then…
"Ship Frenzy, rescue ship arrival in T minus ten seconds." everyone lined up by the door, but I stood there, staring. Who knew the mind could be such a powerful thing…
"You ROLE-PLAYED, Harry Potter." the Doctor's voice hovered over me, "I really liked Harry Potter, never really…role-played, well once…but it was very…dull." he scratched the back of his head, "Well, dull and nineteen eighty," he frowned, "Dull nineteen eight and it was a therapy role play." he frowned, "So no one really knew who Tonks was yet. I love Tonks…"
"I rather dislike her." I smiled glancing up at him. He grinned down at me,
"Bryanna-Rose Josselyn, is there anything you can't do?"
"I can't lick my elbow…" I replied, in a serious tone.
"Really? Neither can I." he put his hand on my back and pushed me toward the emergency door.
"So where to next?" he asked, once we reached the TARDIS, "How about Delta Nine, or When Mona Lisa was painted, or maybe something Greek."
"Julius Caesar?" I asked curiously. He blinked,
"You really want to see him die?"
"More of, I really want to see…yeah I do…" I rethought that.
"Well here," he grinned, "I'll teach you how to fly the TARDIS." he smiled. I stared,
"Oh my god…really?! You mean it!?" I jumped up from my seat. He was excited to se me so excited.
"Okay place you're hand there, and lightly pull on that." he jumped around to the other side. "Now press the button on your left." I looked over and pressed the button. Alarms blared and the TARDIS blinked red and white.
"What did you do!?" he barked.
"I pressed the button on my left!"
"You're other left!"
"I ONLY HAVE ONE LEFT!"
"Hold on! Were going to crash!!"