Here's Chapter 2. I won't beg you to review this time...
CHAPTER 2
One a one-way journey to the Genesis galaxy, the Doctor looked haggard and worn. He hadn't slept in days, he hadn't eaten, and there were faint traces of red around his eyes from those nights when the memories and tears threatened to overwhelm him again. He went over to a window and looked out at the brilliant stars, cosmos dust and asteroids all moving in space. A shooting star! But no-one to share it with, he realised. The Tardis was worried about him - he knew that, he could feel her sorrow. But he told himself, he had no choice. It had to be done. With a determined look on his face, he walked to the radar map and saw his destination in front of him - the planet of Genesis. An Arcadia, it seemed to him. A planet of the gods. As the Tardis touched down on the planet surface, he shrugged on his overcoat and was about to leave his ship when he heard it speak to him. It hardly ever did that, preferring to show emotion and opinion through gestures. But when it did, calling him by his real name, he knew something was really wrong.
"Theta, be careful."
The Tardis knew what he was doing, didn't she? How could she tell him to be careful? In his confusion, he managed a last broken smile before looking around him for the final time and stepping out of the Tardis door.
He stepped out into what seemed like a bloodbath. It was a cruel massacre, as beings seemingly composed entirely of light in white suits terrorized large groups of hunchbacked dwarves running desperately on treadmills, clothed in black, with whips and red-hot irons. Their screams rang out over the huge compound. As the Doctor looked around at all of this, confused, five people of light walked up behind him. One of them spoke,
"Doctor, you have arrived. Let us lead you to our base."
Horrified, the Doctor objected.
"No, wait, you can't do this to these people. Stop this now, it's torture"
"If you will not come with us now, we will take you by force"
"I DEMAND YOU TO STOP THIS NOW!"
With that, thick vines made again of white light enveloped him. Impossibly strong, they seemed to be alive as they wriggled around him and tightened the harder he struggled.
"You will walk"
"I"
"You will walk" definitley more pronounced this time. The Doctor was furious.
"NO I WON'T"
And suddenley he was drowned in a sea of blinding whiteness and he knew no more.
From her flat in the Powell estate, Jackie Tyler decided to brave the pouring rain in order to dash to the corner shop for some digestives. Muttering curses about the rain, she donned a yellow fluorescent mac and went outside.
On the estate compound, she stared in total shock at the sight before her. The Tardis was here, in a corner, and sitting outside it on the floor was Rose, her daughter, crying her heart out with a scrap of paper clutched in her hand.
"Oh my God... you don't see that every day" muttered Jackie.
"Sweetheart - what happened? Where's the Doctor?" Jackie bent over her daughter, trying to find out what was wrong.
"Oh Mum..." And with that, Rose was sobbing in her arms. The mother and daughter stayed there for some time, just like that, before finally Jackie got Rose to her feet and led her inside. It was time for a nice cup of tea, with or without the digestives.
The Doctor awoke and gingerley opened one eye. He closed it immediately with a curse as raw pain shot through his skull. After waiting awhile, he took a deep breath, opened both eyes and looked around him. He was in a square-shaped room that resembled an office and was completely white, apparantly bound to a chair on one side of a desk. Opposite him, a being of light, this time with a black band around its head, noticed he had come to.
"Doctor, you are awake. We are glad you accepted our offer. At last, we have the chance to use your intelligence for our... the good of all life." The being finished quickly.
"So you are the members of the Project. Who are you? Who were those people outside, in the compound? You tortured them! No-body deserves that."
He heard a cruel laugh. "I and my kind are Spectres, Doctor, and yes, we authorise this Project. As for our slaves which you mentioned, I would hardly condescend to call them 'people', Doctor. They are merely cattle. A herd race, working for us."
The Doctor's mind whirled. Working for them? The Spectres, as far as he had learned from Time Lord lore, were a self-sufficent race. so why would they need to colonize another species as slaves? Unless... they required extra energy. But what for? He remembered the reason he was here. The last Time Lord. The last supreme power of intelligence in the Universe. That had to have something to do with it.
He pulled himself out of his reverie with difficulty as the Spectre continued.
"But we digress, Doctor. Let us move on to why we are here. Are you prepared to impart your intelligence to us?"
The Doctor stared, absoloutely furious at the Spectres' calousness. He had always been incredibly human, he mused. He had an incredible amount of emotion - that had always suprised him.
The Doctor roared at the Spectre. "A herd race? Those were living things! I will not allow this cruelty. You face the highest authority in the universe, and by my power I will not sacrifice my life to a planet of torture and destruction. I demand you to stop this now!"
The Spectre watched him bemusedly before turning his head to press a button on the wall.
"So be it."
Tied down to his chair, the Doctor heard a mechanical whirring behind him as five metal tentacles slowly extended out of the back of his chair, moving upwards until they were positioned facing the back of his neck, only around half a metre away. As the Doctor listened, the tentacles lengthened, tapering out into sharp, needle-like points. Suddenly, there was silence. The Doctor stopped struggling and forced himself to gradually relax.
"Is that all?"
Suddenly, with an electric surge, the five tentacles reared back and shot simultaneously into the back of the Doctor's neck, creating five needle punctures. Before he could move, the Spectre cranked a lever and watched as yellow fluid soared down the tentacles and was injected into his neck. The Doctor's screaming faded as he slumped unconscious in his chair. The Spectre clicked his fingers and the servant race led him away.
