This will be the last update for a week because I am going down to Brighton! (yes to see the Dr Who convention! yay!) so I won't be able to update for a while. Slightlyshorter than usual because I wanted to get something up before I left.I will write the concluding chapter of this part when I get back. Til then, bye xx
Amber took out a gun and pointed it wildly around the room, trying to pick out the best target. Jack was also waving his Compact Laser Deluxe about. Even Tricia gripped the shotgun she was holding in a threatening manner.
"Well, well, what do we have here?" a female voice asked.
Amber instantly changed the direction she was pointing her gun so it now pointed towards the mystery woman.
"Damia," Amber hissed.
"Nice to see you again, old friend, I must say you have changed quite a bit since our last encounter," Damia said sweetly, stepping into the light. She was probably beautiful once, but her face was scarred and disfigured.
"You haven't changed a bit," Amber snapped.
"Then you must be blind," Damia said.
"Maybe I just always saw you for what you were," Amber spat back.
"Remember the good old days, Amber? How did it come to this?" Damia asked, pointing her own gun at Amber's head.
"Something to do with you betraying me, and leaving me to die, I'm not so sure any more, the details are a little hazy," Amber said.
"You tried to kill me!" Damia shouted back, "You did this to me, scarred my face and body, then left me to die while you swanned off in that wonderful ship of yours."
"As I remember it you attacked me. What I did was in self defence!" Amber said calmly.
"It's no matter," Damia said, "Water under the bridge as the humans would say. Now I have something else entirely against you."
"What have I done now?" Amber asked.
"When my ships shot you out of the sky, that accident, caught in the crossfire, that was my doing - I set up the battle, knowing you would be flying through, all it took was a little guidance, and your ship was spiralling out of control.
"It should have ended there, you should have fallen through space, burning in your own ship, but somehow you managed to jump time and space, and crash landed on that backwards little moon colony.
"You led me on a merry dance there - I was looking for you for days. You never told me you could shape shift Amber, don't best friends tell each other everything? I should have known you weren't Quertiz, far too intelligent for that weren't you? But I never said anything, I trusted you..."
"Then that was your first mistake!" Amber said, "I never trusted you, because I knew you were a power hungry, crazy idiot with ideas above her station."
"That burns, Amber, almost as much as that acid jet you used on me," Damia sniffed.
"I wouldn't have had to use it if you hadn't got a gun to my head," Amber said, "You brought it upon yourself when you spent ten minutes gloating rather than killing me like you should have. You never did get good marks for efficiency when at school, did you?"
"My work was nothing compared to Miss Perfect. Was it for revenge Amber? Is that what spurred you on to greatness? Your planet was destroyed, that's plenty of people you would want to kill…"
"I don't kill for pleasure, I do it to survive." Amber said.
"You should try it," Damia said, "You might get a taste for it."
"I might make an exception for you…" Amber hissed.
"Does it burn, in your very veins, the hatred?" Damia asked. "I hated you so much, stupid little ugly Quertiz with a talent for killing that I would never have, and a passion for self improvement that the teachers loved so much… I could tolerate you because you were from an inherently stupid, ugly, brutish race, but you're not even any of those things, are you?"
Damia put her hand on Amber's face, forcing her to look up while she inspected it.
"Flawless," Damia said, and stepped back, "I could have said the same of myself once upon a time, but you saw to that, didn't you?"
Amber just glared at her coldly.
"Who are your friends, Amber?" Damia asked, "You trust them enough to reveal your true identity, what did they do that I never did?"
"They aren't psychotic for a start," Amber said.
"Are you determined to destroy me?" Damia asked with a fake sob.
"Not as determined as you are to destroy me," Amber said, waving her arm around the room.
"Pretty isn't it? Probably my most elegant work," Damia said, "Only the best for you, my old roomie, and it will be only the best for me when I collect the bounty on your head!"
"There is no bounty on my head," Amber said.
"Not you personally, but the last of the iXionians, now that's another matter…" Damia sauntered over, "I don't know why your planet was destroyed, but the people who did it wanted it destroyed pretty bad – I think they would be prepared to pay quite a price for the body of their enemy, delivered to them on a platter."
"You are messing with things above your head, Damia," Amber said, "You don't want to get involved in the Time War."
"There is no such thing as a Time War!" Damia spat, "It's nursery rhymes and fairy tales, a myth!"
"That's not true," the Doctor said, "I was there, I fought in the war."
"Don't interrupt, I'll kill you for your impertinence," Damia said, pointing her gun at the Doctor.
"This fight is between you and me, Damia, you let my friends go and we'll finish this," Amber said.
"Since when did I ever play fair Amber?" Damia asked.
"Damia, you don't even know what I'm capable of," Amber said, "You don't want to be taking on my friends as well."
"Five humans and that idiot? I think I can manage."
"Oh I'm no idiot," the Doctor said, "I'm amazing."
"Prove it, big ears," Damia said.
The Doctor winked at Amber, then pointed his sonic screwdriver at the nearest computer, causing it to explode in a shower of sparks. The Cyborgs all started looking round then shutting down, as their connection to the computers had been broken. Amber took this as her cue and shoved Damia as hard as she could with her telekinesis, throwing her backwards out of the room.
"Run, Doctor!" she called, "Get them out of here."
"What about you?" Jack asked.
"I have to finish this – I don't want to be hunted by her all my life," Amber said, "We may have removed the tracer but she'll find other ways to track me down."
"I can help you," Jack said, taking out his gun.
"Help them!" Amber insisted.
Jack nodded and ran down the corridor after them.
"This ends now, Damia," Amber said, taking out a gun and running after her nemesis.
"What is going on?" Rose asked as they charged down the corridor.
"No idea!" the Doctor said, "We'll ask Amber to explain when she gets back shall we? For now we need to destroy this place, burn the technology to the ground."
"This building is like a maze!" Mickey said, "We'll never find anything!"
"We're not splitting up," the Doctor said, "It's too dangerous."
He ran round the corner and came face to face with several Cyborgs, ones apparently connected to a different computer. The group scattered and ran down several different corridors.
"So much for not splitting up!" Mickey said to the Doctor.
"We'll worry about it later," the Doctor said as a Cyborg ran down the corridor after them, "for now, run!"
Damia picked herself up and dusted herself down.
"Clever little iXionian," she muttered, "You have a few more tricks up your sleeve."
"Don't get me started on what's up my sleeve!" Amber said, shooting one of her concealed blades out and slashing at Damia's weapon, cutting it in half and rendering it useless.
"Resourceful," Damia said, "That was the most positive comment anyone could ever make about me. They said it about you as well of course, but resourcefulness was my real talent."
"How else would you have survived when I left you for dead!" Amber snapped, throwing punches at Damia, who blocked them with an almost careless air, "that's a mistake I won't be repeating – this time when I leave I'll make sure you're dead!"
"Oh, I'm sure you will, if I don't kill you first."
"How did you survive?"
"I have my contacts – the only reason you ever put up with me wasn't it? Because I had friends in high places."
"You were just a spoiled brat who thought she could be famous," Amber snapped.
"Infamous, dear, infamy is not as fickle as fame. Do the Earthlings remember the celebrities of hundred of years ago? No, they remember Jack the Ripper."
"You've spent too long on this planet."
"Definitely, why you came here in the first place I don't know…"
"Visiting friends of friends, something you wouldn't understand because you have no friends, let alone friends of friends."
"I have plenty of friends – they are all electronic, armed to the teeth and programmed to kill you."
"How delightful, they would make for great company at a party!" Amber said, blocking as Damia tried to break her nose.
"I must say though, darling, I love what you've done with your hair – major improvement on the old tentacle look." Damia pulled back on Amber's hair, tugging it roughly.
"You're so kind," Amber said, and slashed her across the face with her other concealed blade.
Damia staggered away from Amber, then stood up again, grinned and fled.
"You can't run from me, Damia!" Amber shouted, chasing after her.
"First in all the fitness tests, I know," Damia called back, "Lets check if you are still scoring high."
While Amber chased Damia, Jack and Rose ran through corridors, Jack randomly blasting away at the Cyborgs chasing them, getting annoyed as for every one he destroyed, another replaced it. The Doctor and Mickey were racing down a corridor, forgetting grievances of old as they fled for their lives, heading towards the centre of the building, a floor above, going in virtually the same direction, Jackie and Harriet had run up a flight of stairs and were now being chased from several directions by Cyborgs.
All alone, terrified and clutching a shotgun to her chest, Tricia crept through a corridor, trying not to alert any Cyborgs to her location, unaware she was heading straight towards Damia and Amber.
Amber walked into a room full of mirrors.
"How typical," she said quietly to herself, "You were always far to concerned about your appearance."
She crept around, looking for a sign of Damia. The mirrors were making her eyes hurt and she kept seeing things out of the corners of her eyes, making her very edgy. Finally she saw Damia.
"Got you," she said, and shot her.
There was a terrible crashing sound as the mirror shattered into a million tiny pieces, and Amber realised she hadn't shot Damia, but Damia's reflection.
"And I thought you were the smart one," Damia said, and stabbed Amber through the stomach with a shard of glass.
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