KITG: OK. Another chapter for you. God this was a pain to write. Got the slug monster from planet Anthroniecek. IE. My niece. She been down all week, and she won't leave me alone. She just sits behind me…doing nothing just sitting. Swear she wants to take over the universe. Think the Doctor would help me?

Doctor: Monster? Where.

KITG: there. She my niece.

Doctor: Niece? Oh by Rassilon no. You're on your own.

KITG: WHAT, FAT LOT OF GOOD YOU ARE!

CHAPTER 7

He looked down at the assembled gangs before him; he looked at the scared faces of the women, clinging to their men. Thinking they could protect them. How wrong they were. He smiled at the thought of the scene he knew was about to unfold. He placed himself near the microphone.

" Now. I am the Governor of this place of incarceration. And that is how you will address me. No need to know my name I'm sure you will love your stay here. We have all the creature comforts. Hehehe" his voice dripping with sarcasm. He smiled like he was king of he world, which he was in this place. Saw the gangs look at him with blazing anger in their eyes. And one with ice blue, a protective arm around blonde's shoulders. He didn't seem part of either gang. Interesting. " Now to show you to your rooms, you will split off, male from female. You will do that now without question" he smiled inside at the gasps of females. And the protective outcry of the males.. "Oh and as to the rules? Do all the guards tell you. And we get along fine" he turned, laughing from the raised platform. Nodding to his lead guard. He smirked and motioned to all the guards assembled. They started to elbow their way in separating the Women. They would be taken off to a separate part, cleaned and re-clothed in the prison colors. He looked to the perimeter wall, the searchlights glaring white light blinding all who looked directly at it, but it illuminated the yard below. The harsh cobblestones reflecting the light in their wet sheen. Here and there clumps of snow survived on the grass sticking up in places. He knew by tomorrow the whole place would be deep in snow… no matter. His office was nice and warm, what did he care it they froze? He entered the main complex, trusting his men to get everything sorted. The prison was split into two. On the right the women would be housed, on the left the men. They would have a communal exercise yard. Though a wire fence would cordon even that off.

The warmth greeted him in his office, he walked over to the ornate chest in the corner, and atop it on a silver platter were a crystal decanter and two glasses. The decanter held a brown liquid, which he knew was a finely aged whisky. He poured some in to one of the glasses and turned to sit at his desk. As he sat he heard the report of gunfire. The new inmates must not wish to part with there women. H smiled. Fools, they had worse things to worry about. The governor leaned forward and pressed a button and the COM box on his desk.

"Yes governor"

"Marcus. The new arrivals are here. You may take your pick tomorrow night. Anywhere in particular you want to start?"

"Hum. Perhaps a female splicing, they seem to take kindly to that."

"Very well. Good night Marcus"

"Good night governor" he pressed off the intercom and rose from the desk. Tie to get some sleep he thought. Switching off the light the Governor went to the land of dreams.

They stood as the Governor walked from the raised stage, and then the commotion began as the guards began to separate the men from the women. The Doctor tried to keep hold of Rose and Skirt the area, to find a place to hide…but no such luck. For it would seem the guard from before took an interest in Rose and came forward grabbing her arm. The Doctor was about to tackle the guard when the shots rang out, a gang member falling to the ground and being dragged away. The cobblestones now shining in red relief.

"Doctor don't" Rose whispered to him from the corner of her mouth.

"Be careful Rose, don't give them an excuse to hurt you" the guard was moving closer; the Doctor felt his rage grow.

"Only if they don't give me and excuse to punch them first." Said with a half smile, trepidation lacing her voice. He gave her a small smile in return to this. The guard came up, grabbing her roughly by the elbow, directing her to where the other women were standing, and one weeping bitterly.

"I'll find you" the Doctors last words to her before she was led through the large metal doors into the cold interior of the prison. They were herded to what looked like a shower room.

"You go to this desk and get your size of prison uniform, them you will wash, and change into them. Then you will place all your cloths and personal effects in the box provided. Write your name on said box. And return it to the desk. You will do so now without question. Unless you want to end up like your friend outside." The guard barked roughly, they lined up none daring at this time to argue, only the weeping of the girl in front of Rose and the shuffling of feet, broken by a size of uniform called out could be heard. Rose placed her hand on the girls shoulder, she jerked in fright, but calmed a little seeing it was only Rose.

"Was he a friend of yours?"

"B..b..boyfriend. His name was Chris"

"Shhh. What's your name?" Rose now placed her arm round the girls shuddering shoulders.

"Kate"

"Alright Kate, I'm Rose. Now we're going to be fine, but we need not to be noticed, not become a target. So you think you could stop crying. Don't want the guards picking on you, think you can do that for me Kate? Cry when your alone ok?" for the first time in her life Rose thanked Jimmy Stones for something. He had been her first boyfriend, actually the reason why she never got her GCSE's. He had been sent to prison; Rose had visited him a few times then ended it. But in those times she visited, he told her how inmates and guards alike noticed the crying ones. The easy prey. By the end of it the poor sod committed suicide to escape he torture. She never thought that bit of information would ever come in handy…showed what she knew.

They came to the desk, each getting their uniform and walked to the cleaning area, the showered, dried and placed the uniform on the same shield symbol the guards portrayed on their arm also. Then they shuffle out and walked into the main area that held the holding cells. As luck would have it Kate and Rose got to share the same cell. They walked up the metal stairs, feet clanging in the shoes they wore. It reverberated around the enclosure. The whole place was painted in a dull gray, the walls, ceiling, even the bars. Inside the cell were beds, on above the other, attached to the wall by two chains going to the outer corners. The backs facing the wall where bolted home. In the far corner held a stainless-steel toilet, opposite that a small sink. But the cell door was a wooden table with two wooden chairs. And that was the entire cell held. It was an open barred cell, so no privacy when using the loo. Rose lay on the bottom bunk as Kate claimed the top. She curled up and cried into the single pillow, covering herself with the coarse thin sheet that as provided. She closed her eyes as the lights were turned out for the night. A small smile played across her face at the doctor having to wear the same uniform as she. He would not like that one bit…

He didn't like it…in fact he absolutely hated it. No way. Not a chance was he wearing that. He entertained that thought for about 5 minutes…. until the third guy before him mad exactly the same argument the doctor was going to think up…. and was promptly shot for it. The Doctor was shocked to say the least; humanity should have got rid of this kind of brutality years ago. But they were shooting people left right and center. How long had this been going on? He would have to play along for now; there was Rose to worry about. He had to tread carefully; he didn't want that other guard to get any bright ideas regarding her. So he grudgingly chained into the gray uniform, and placed his leather jacket and jumper into the box. He tried to hide the sonic screwdriver…. but the guard caught him and gave him a knock to the head for his trouble. He wrote his name in black felt tip. "The Doctor" and it was handed over to be placed in storage. They traveled through the hallways and into the main cellblock. He was given a cell with another inmate, who by the looks of him had been her quite some time. He looked to be in his 60's glasses on the bridge of his nose as he read a book. The Doctor looked to the title. "H.G Wells. War of The Worlds"

"Hi there. That's a Good book. Though I prefer the "Time Machine". I'm The Doctor, who might you be?" he stuck out his hand. The old boy smiled and took it.

"Name's Dave. Though guys round here call me "book worm" as to the Time machine. It is one of his bests, though I think I like war of the worlds. Loved the cover by Jeff Wayne." The voice sounded older than it should, it spoke of tiredness and a resignation to his fate.

"Yeah it was a good musical rendition. So I take it they call you book worm because of the books you red?" the Doctor had his huge grin plastered on his face.

"That's right. Though there not many left who remember. Disappeared they have. Once you get sent to solitary you never come back"

"Solitary?"

"Solitary confinement. They take you to the underground so I hear. But none ever come back. Feel most sorry for the ladies." The Doctor sat down on the spare chair, looking Dave in the eye.

"What do you mean? Tell me what's going on"

"Can't tell you much. Just that you hear them scream sometimes. Their block is just across the yard. So you could shout and talk to them if they let you. Some of the guys when they were still here, they had girlfriends over their. They said the guards…well raped them. If you don't submit you get sent to solitary. And that is much worse. No one knows what goes on, but at night sometimes we hear cries. Some sound almost in human. But whatever goes on down below. You don't want to find out, so most girls submit to it, though they can be cruel. Some escape by trying not to be noticed, conform to the rules. Why? You have a lady friend over there?"

"Yes. Her name is Rose." The Doctors face had darkened. Making Dave a little uneasy.

"Well you'd best hope she goes unnoticed. You'll get to see her for a little wile tomorrow at exercise time. They take you down to the yard. You supposed to walk around, but you'll see her through the wire fence. But now we best go to sleep. It lights out soon" Dave closed the book, marking the page by folding the corner down. Then climbed into the top bunk. Just as the lights clicked off. But the Doctor did not sleep; he walked over to the barred window overlooking the girl's cells. He stood for what seemed like 3 hours. Then the screams drifted over, with his Time Lord hearing he could hear the female pleading, pleading for them to stop. In the terror clouded voice, chocked and clogged with tears, he couldn't tell if it was Rose or not. He hoped to Gallifrey it wasn't and if it were…he would make them pay. He swore to Rassilon that they would pay for hurting her like that. He held the Bars white knuckled as something even more terrifying reached his ears…silence. He waited with held breath, to see if she was still alive. Had she tried to fight back and paid the price? Or given in, broken and sobbing? The wait seemed endless. But finally a sound met his ears once more. But it was not the girl…it was an inhuman wailing, seemed to be coming deep, and far away. He looked to the air con ducts on the roof, too numerous and large for this small prison. So they must lead somewhere else. The cry came again. And with his big ears there could be no mistake…it came from the air vent. Howling into the night…

KITG: There you go. God this is turning a lot darker than originally intended. Is that a good thing? Let me know what you think….(looks at clock) Eeeeeep it 6:25am. Think I really should have gone to sleep. Oops. Well read and review. I'm going to snuggle in my TARDIS now…..IE, my bed that I wish was in a TARDIS ;p