This is a request story from Sarah Tribbiani-Lick The Enemy
Disclaimer: I own nothing from Doctor Who, no not a single thing I wish I did but I never will but I can dream.
Bad Wolf/Parting of the ways
What will I be?
I was in the kitchen. Hell's Kitchen. Quite literally that too.
Under orders from the Gorgon Rambot. And I hated it.
One of my fellow chefs had just stepped into the 'Oven of Death' when a klaxon sounded. Not another eviction!
I heard the voice I'd been dreading calling my name.
"Angelina Blackbead, you shall be evicted from the Hells Kitchen," it hissed. "Step into the Oven of Death please."
I stepped forward, my legs being burnt by the flames that surrounded us in the kitchen. I gritted my teeth, not wanting to cry out as the oven door opened ominously.
As I stepped forward, I noticed that there was a pile of dust in one of the corners. I gulped. I stopped, standing there, waiting until the flames burnt me and took me out of here.
"Come on..." This waiting was awful.
But the flames never came.
Instead, a beam flashed down to me and I seemed to sparkle, sparkle with electricity and I sort of... floated down, out of the flames.
"There has been a mis-cal-cu-la-tion. One is not in the tran-s-for-ming pods."
I struggled to my feet, blinking.
"W-w-where am I? Who are you?" I stuttered to the thing which had spoken. This... pepper pot.
It replied icily in its staccato voice.
"I am a Dal-ek, this is a Dal-ek space-ship, you will be-come Dal-ek"
"W-w-why?" I stammered. "M-m-m-make me," I ordered, putting on a little bravado.
The Dalek didnt even speak. It just pointed something at me and I realized with a jolt it was a gun.
There was an empty pod next to me and the door was open. Seeing the gun pointed at me, I walked in.
"Whats h-h-happening?"
"You will be-come Dal-ek! We will con-quer and des-troy the Earth! We will kill all who get in our way! Close the door. CLOSE THE DOOR!"
I did as I was ordered to, head spinning.
"Kill all in our way, Daleks, conquer, Daleks, destroy!"
I was going to turn into one of these things.
Feeling my atoms separating from each other, I thought desperately, What will I be?.
Scout Girl
BETAed by the fantastic Let'sDoTheTimeWarpAgain
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