A New Body
A "Doctor Who" fanfic
By: Mozphoto
Doctor Who is the property of the BBC
Light.
Timelesness.
Emptiness.
No body.
Almost… nothing.
Almost.
The chain went taut as Mickey put the vehicle into gear again. Finally, the TARDIS console opened.
Light of an unimaginable quality and texture filled Rose.
But, not all the light.
One feeble beam of light shone out of the TARDIS and into London. It reflected off a windowpane and was redirected. Again and again, it bounced off reflective surfaces. It became even more feeble with each reflection, almost fading to nothing.
Mr. East was a gangster. At one time, he had been quite powerful. When he was young. Approaching his 70th birthday, he had, over the past several years, become frail. However, he had survived near the top of the world of organized crime in England for many years so, while he no longer wielded the same power he had not long ago, he was still respected.
In his Youth, Mr. East had been tall and slender. Now, his back and knees were bowed. The fine goatee he had cultivated for decades had turned completely white. He wore black, silk pyjamas and a matching dressing gown.
Mr. East sat in his garden. An executive from a major software firm would be arriving shortly. Many years ago, this executive had borrowed money from Mr. East. Now, the software firm that had flourished from this loan was quite wealthy, as was the executive and Mr. East had decided that now would be a good time to collect.
Although it was an overcast day, a brief flicker of light lanced into his eyes. Mr. East suddenly felt paralysed.
A stroke, he thought, the doctors had warned him of the possibility and yet, even though he still couldn't move, Mr. East slowly began to feel stronger. Much stronger. All the aches and pains that had become his constant companions over the years seemed to melt away.
It felt as though he had a new body, was the last thought Mr. East had, before his brain metamorphosed into something that no longer even remotely resembled a human brain.
As the brain changed, the mind of Mr. East was crushed and swept out of existence.
The body of Mr. East rose from the chair to stand straight and tall, as it had years before. The hair on its head was no longer thinning and white, but full and black, with a few streaks of gray. The body stretched. Deep breaths were taken, forcing more blood to be pumped through the two hearts.
"Mr. East?"
The body turned. The new brain searched the old, stolen memories. Ah, this man is Guy Doors, the new brain thought. He is owner of Macroware Corporation and one of the richest men in the world. Every technology available on this insignificant little backwater of a planet is at his fingertips. Excellent.
Guy stared at the man before him. He looks like he hasn't aged a day in thirty years, Guy thought.
The last thing Guy Door heard before his will crumbled were these words:
"I am the Master. You will obey me!"