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A tall, skeletal man swept along the metal corridors, protected each side by armed guards equipped with guns similar to the very one Bren carried, and the way was lead by a shorter, yet equally skeletal woman, her cropped, black hair scraped back behind her head. She was carrying what appeared to be a small, electric generator in her long-fingered grip, with numerous menacing levers and clamps upon it.
They continued to glide down the corridor and stopped outside a door. The woman stepped towards a box that was positioned on the wall and she pressed her thumb down hard on the glass screen. The doorframe swiftly lit up green and the doors opened to let the skeletal pair through. They had entered into a small, enclosed room with minimal light; the only light source being a tiny, cube- shaped box in the centre of the ceiling, that was pulsating slightly, and various red lights positioned within the room's walls. Around the walls stood more armed guards, who all stood to attention when they saw the pair enter, and straight ahead, taking up most of the rooms floor space, was a huge, metal, barred enclosure where a young man was confined within.
The boy was huddled at the far end of the cage, his arms wrapped protectively around his slender legs, and sweat glistening on his forehead, shimmering on his golden hair. There were countless lacerations and burns across the boy's arms, one deep cut was still trickling syrupy, red blood down his arm. He began whimpering when he saw the man and woman come forward towards the cage. The woman held out what resembled a 21st century remote control and the cage doors swung open enough for the angular pair to enter. The spectral man sneered malevolently as the boy turned his head upwards slowly, hatred and terror burning in his azure eyes. The woman placed the mechanical box down next to him and began attaching the wires and clamps to the young man.
"Damian my child, be a good boy," she spoke in a mockingly, maternal voice, "this will hurt dreadfully!"
"Damian has the gift of Foresight." Bren explained. "He can see events that are going to happen in the future-"
"I know 'ow that feels…" Rose mumbled under her breath.
"He knows what will happen in ten, fifty, a hundred years!" Bren continued.
"Bet he didn't see this coming!" Chortled Mickey, and then he quelled his laughter after seeing the look Nova shot at him.
"He can't choose what to see. The premonitions come of their own accord." Nova snapped at Mickey, her anger bursting up from all the hidden fear and worry, how dare this stranger insult her brother like that! The Doctor leaped up onto his feet as she finished speaking and extended his hand out towards Nova.
"Let's not waste any time chatting," he raised an eyebrow as he surveyed them all, "let's rescue your brother, shall we?" He smiled at her warmly and she returned it weakly.
"How can we rescue him when we can't even find him?" Bren strode forwards so he was level with Nova and the Doctor. "Nova and me have been searching but this place is teeming with all those bloody armed guards! We thought it would be simple- but there's too many of them!" Bren punched his fist into his other hand, showing his frustration at his helplessness and ultimately, his failure to do what he had so obviously believed to be a simple mission. "It's impossible!"
"Well it's your lucky day!" The Doctor laughed as he bounded over towards the door. " Because, impossible is my middle name!"
"Yeh don't even have a first name, let alone a middle one!" Rose joked.
"Course I do! It's John Smith, at your service!" He said, taking a bow so exaggerated his nose nearly touched the floor. "Now then, let's split up gang! Bren and Nova, as you've been on this spaceship longer you can show us the way," he paused to beam at them, under the impression that they would be delighted to lead the way, " which means Bren, I'm leaving my Rose in your capable hands. Nova shall be in mine!" He winked at the blonde girl next to him who looked mildly perturbed by it. Rose looked as though she had just swallowed some nasty medicine.
"What about me?" Mickey asked, visibly affronted by the Doctors overlooking of him.
"You can go with Bren." The Doctor waved his hand dismissively.
"Gee, thanks…" Muttered Bren.
"Will you be okay, Rose?" The Doctor turned to her; concerned that she would be wandering the floors of a mysterious spaceship with a man that had been pointing a gun at her moments before.
"Yeah, I'll be fine!" Rose replied, trying to look as though it did not matter to her who she went with, though she felt jealous the Doctor had chosen to leave her and go with Nova. "What about you?" The Doctor grinned
"Trouble always finds me!" He began walking off then backtracked. "Second thoughts, I'll take Mickey. I don't want you two gallivanting off somewhere together!" Rose rolled her eyes at the Doctor's back as his group walked off in the opposite direction. So now he was taking Mickey as well? Why did he not want her there?
"Hey! I saw that!" Shouted the Doctor over his shoulder.
"I thought his name was Rickey?" Nova said as they made their way up the corridor.
"It changes." Stated the Doctor. Nova just raised her eyebrows, evidently baffled with the Time Lord's answers and the fact that everyone seemed to have changing names. Mickey resolved to just ignore the Doctor's jibes; it would make his life a lot easier.
"Interesting hair, very pretty braids." Noted the Doctor. Nova turned the same colour as her hair.
"Erm…thanks!" She smiled at him.
"So, you like the blondes? Ay, Doctor?" Mickey grinned.
"Why? Thinking of dying your hair?" Came the reply. Mickey scowled and made a further resolution to not only ignore the Doctor's jibes but to just ignore the Doctor in general. The Doctor noticed Mickey's unusual silence.
"I was only joking Mickey! Your hair's pretty too! Well," he patted Mickey's hair affectionately, "What there is of it." Mickey scowled as the approached the icy corridor.
"I don't think we should go back that way." Nova said as she came to a halt. The Doctor looked at her quizzically.
"Why?" He said suspiciously. "What have you seen?"
"Nothing!" Nova said hurriedly. "I just don't think it's a good idea, that's all!" But the Doctor was watching her, disbelievingly.
"Tell me!" The words were not just a command; they were a threat. Nova ran a hand through her hair as she bit her lip. The Doctor's eyes darkened as he continued to watch Nova intently.
"There's a room. Filled with…" She broke off.
"What?" Mickey was beginning to feel panic. "What's in the room?"
"Bodies. Hundreds. All frozen and just… sitting there!" Nova said, her voice displaying fear and shock. The Doctor started off along the corridor, walking so fast he was practically running with his suede coat billowing out behind him, to reach the room.
"So…" Rose started, attempting to make conversation with Bren who so far had not said a word to her since they had left the others, "is Damian your brother?"
"No, just Nova's brother." Bren replied. "Damian's a close friend of mine. Same age. Known each other since we were about this high." Bren held his hand down to indicate knee-height. "Me and Nova are close too."
"You an' Nova… are you an item then or what?" Bren replied with a rather loud snort.
"No!" He chuckled. "Just friends. She's not my…type." A smile played at the corner of his lips. "What about you and the Doctor?" He glanced down at her.
"No!" Rose snorted too. "Besides, 'e wouldn't be interested. 'E's not like that…" She cut off suddenly. What about her and the Doctor? Did she want him to be 'like that', whatever 'that' was? Did she want him to be interested? Bren seemed to sense her train of thoughts and he slipped his hand into Rose's and smiled down at her.
"Plenty of fish!" He said brightly.
"Hey! You've warmed up a lot!" Laughed Rose. "It was only, like, ten minutes ago you were shovin' a gun in me!" Bren grinned back at her roguishly.
"Well…" He shrugged. "I did think you were one of them guards! Besides, I wouldn't have actually shot you."
"Yeah, I bet you're just a pussycat really! Jus' like the Doctor, he puts on this tough man exterior but really he's just a sweetie…" Rose trailed off; she was talking about the Doctor again. Bren just chuckled.
"That's what Damian used to say about me…" He spoke softly, a sad smile on his face. "Heh, 'used to say'; I'm using past tense already…" Rose smiled sympathetically, and then squeezed his hand for good measure. Bren looked back at her gratefully.
"We'll find 'im." Rose promised. Bren was about to speak; his mouth was half open, when three guards, all in black body suits, appeared from around the corner in front of them. Bren dropped his hold on Rose's hand to pull out his LB gun as Rose turned around, preparing to run the way they had just came. However, two more guards had arrived from behind them and were now blocking the way. Bren pointed his gun at each guard in turn, unsure of what to do, realising that they were outnumbered. The guards began closing in on them. Rose knew they were trapped.
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