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Despairs Darkest Destiny

Chapter Two

The Doctor was standing in front of his full length mirror as he pulled his long brown coat on. He brushed away the wrinkles and smiled at his reflection as he ran his fingers through his hair. He ruffled it up and smiled at himself – he watched as his face changed from smiles to worry as he heard Roses' scream piecing through the silence of the Tardis. Within an instant the Doctor was flying down the corridor at breakneck speed as he hurtled towards Roses' room. When he reached it he found it empty but from here he could hear the sound of the pounding water.

'Rose!' he shouted as he ran towards the bathroom – his coat flying behind him as his Converses collided with the floor – the sound of his heavy footsteps echoed through out the Tardis. He reached the bathroom door and frantically pounded on the wood

'Rose! Open the door!' he yelled. He got no reply – just the chilling sound of endlessly running water. The Doctor pounded his fist before charging at the door with his shoulder

'Rose! I'm coming in' he warned before he stepped back. He raised a leg and kicked at the door with the force of an angry frightened man. The door splintered under the pressure and caved in as the Doctor flew into the room. His heart froze and his blood ran cold at the scene before him. Rose lay on her back in the bath tub – her foot pressed against the plug hole so the water couldn't escape. The water was steadily rising covering her body – it was almost at her chin level – if the Doctor had waited another moment she would most certainly have drowned by now. Her blonde hair floated lifelessly around her in the water, fanned around her head like a crown, millions of tiny goosebumps covered her body as the freezing water filled the tub, her eyes were shut and her lips were parted as they slowly turned a dull pink. Her pale face floated from the depths of the water that was spurting out of the showerhead like an endless rainfall.

The Doctor managed to unfreeze himself from his position on the floor before he dived towards her. He reached down into the freezing water and closed his hands around her bared waist, he pulled her up and out of the tub – she tumbled into his lap dripping wet and shivers running through her body. The Doctor tugged his coat off and wrapped it around her body in an attempt to dry her body and protect her from the cold as he held her to his chest. The Doctor rocked her gently in his harms as he prayed that she would wake up – he could feel his hearts pounding in his chest as he watched her chest weakly rise and fall. He gently stroked locks of wet hair off her face before Rose began spluttering chesty coughs. Her eyelids flickered before slowly parting, her head was pounding and she could feel shivers racing down her spine. She looked up feeling cold water droplets splashing down her face from her hair and eye lashes, she then saw the Doctors' intense brown eyes deepened by worry watching her. She gasped for breath shivering in his arms, he watched her for a moment before pulling her close to his chest. He silently held her feeling the cold water dripping off her body and soaking into his, she clutched back at him, her pale skin contrasting against his dark coat that covered her body.

'You okay?' the Doctor asked worriedly – his voice an abnormal pitch 'You alright?' he asked her sounding strained. Her brow furrowed as her eyes watered, she nodded slowly

'I think I'm fine' she murmured after a while. He stroked her hair then cupped her face

'Please don't scare me like that again' he half begged. She looked as though she was going to burst into tears

'I'm sorry – I thought I heard something…that I saw something – I guess I just… blacked out' she whispered in disbelief at her own actions. The Doctor watched her eyes and could see the genuine fear in them. He picked her up and bundled her tightly against his chest

'It's okay' he promised her 'I'm not going to let anyone hurt you' he wished he could keep his promise, he whished he knew hot to protect her from her own mind. He carried her to her room and delicately placed her on her bed. He turned his back as she pulled her pyjamas one, covering her freezing body – she piled her cold damp hair on top of her head as she snuggled under her duvet. The Doctor watched her

'You gunna be okay?' he asked tenderly. Roses' eyes darted around the room – each dark corner calling out to her; taunting her

'No' she whimpered, looking up at him, her eyes wide and afraid

'Stay with me?' she quietly asked. The doctor smiled softly and nodded – he pulled his shoes off and climbed into the bed beside her. She instantly turned and snuggled against his chest – her head tucked under his chin and her arms held him tight. He held her close as their legs mindlessly intertwined, the Doctor had one arm around her neck and the other round her waist anchoring her to his body. They closed their eyes – each listening to the others' heart beat, both of them oblivious to the nightmares that would haunt them. The Doctors dreams were haunted by the sight of Roses' lifeless body floating in the bathtub – only this time she wouldn't awaken, this time her cold body lay in his arms never to move again, and in his nightmares he lowered his head to her stilled heart and gently sobbed. Roses' dreams were also horrific – only on another level entirely to the Doctors. Her body tossed and turned in her sleep, yet she was still tangled with the Doctor. Rose's day was turning from terrifying to deadly.

Roses' thin cotton nightgown pooled around her feet as she knelt, the cold wooden floor boards pressed into her knees – splinters parting from the wood and catching on her skin. roses' hair was plastered to her forehead and her throat was hoarse from screaming. She was hiding behind a dresser – her fingers gripping tightly to the wooden legs – her hands had turned white she was gripping on so tightly – her sweaty palms were slipping on the wood.

Rose looked up to see a thin woman running through the door, her pale face was framed by long lank dull blonde curls, blood dripped down her face and her colourless arms were coated in dark bruises. Her thin white linen nightgown hung off her frail body as her pale feet pattered against the floor. Her grey eyes were wide with fear as the door slammed open behind her. Rose ducked down as the man entered – she knew his presence – it was the same man from her nightmares. His heavily booted feet rung against the floor as he made long powerful stride towards her. Rose sunk back down to her knees praying for him not to see her – his attention was diverted to the pale woman who trembled as she lent back against the wall.

Rose trembled – she was so sure they could hear her heart pounding, hear her gasping for breath, hear her skin trembling. The man raised his hand and squeezed it around the woman's throat – her yes began to bulge as she watched the maniac in front of her.

'How dare you?' he growled in her face, she turned her head to the side trying to escape his burning gaze. His hand collided with her face – the sound ringing through Roses' ears. The woman's icy scream echoed through Roses' soul – she shivered in reaction, longing to jump up and help her, to save the petrified woman. But Rose was trapped by fear, a fear unlike any other – it anchored her to the floor and caused every muscle in her body to tighten. She needed to gasp for breath but she knew he would hear her – then he would surely kill her, she could sense it in him. The man grabbed a fistful of the woman's hair and tugged it back resulting in a heart wrenching scream. Roses' tears silently streamed down her face – inside she was screaming.

The Doctor felt Roses' cold sweat dripping off her body and soaking the pillow – the Doctor woke instantly to the sight of Rose violently fitting. Her arms and legs violently flew into the air, her fists were clenched and her hands were shaking due to the sheer force of her fear. The Doctor scrambled to his knees and watched her for a moment – her mouth was opened on an empty scream – a silent scream. Her eyes flickered open – vacantly staring ahead before returning to the darkness as they rolled into her head. Cold sweat dripped of her face mixing with her hot tears as they slowly rolled towards the pillow; The Doctor framed Roses' face with his hands

'Rose' he said forcefully – a faint verge of panic being heard on his words.

'Rose you need to wake up' the Doctor commanded – he got no response except for the faint gasping sound as Roses' chest rose and fell on empty air. The Doctor ran his fingers through his hair as he realised he couldn't wake her – he grasped her shoulders and shook, only for her to fall down to the pillows – still trapped in her nightmares.

'Rose!' the Doctor yelled – it reverberated off every wall of the Tardis and hit him with such a force it could wake the dead. Yet still Rose wouldn't awaken. The Doctor briefly cupped her cheek before running out the room – the sound of his bare feet padding on the floor was the only sound in the Tardis – that and Roses' jagged attempts at breathing.

Roses' face was wet with tears – the fear that tore at her face matching that on the woman's face.

'Please' she weakly begged as the man pressed her against the wall, he clenched his fist and slammed it into her ribs. Her scream rang out through the room darkening every corner and every soul – this sound was followed by a sob, a sob that Rose could barely recognise as her own. Neither of the adults heard her – the man registered another blow to the woman's face – dark blood crept down her pale skin falling to the floor where it would lie marking the floor forever, dripping into the woodwork – staining the very essence of the house.

'Please – let me go' the woman weakly begged – the tone of her voice told Rose this wasn't the first time the woman had found herself begging for her life. Her empty grey eyes were dull with the knowledge of what was to come – but one tiny glint of hope remained, a tiny glint that disappeared the moment the man grabbed her by her waist and hoisted her into the air. Rose could only see his back, sweat stained his shirt and his dark black hair fell over his collar – straight and sleek, shining with grease. He was panting as he flung the woman effortlessly onto the bed – Rose could smell the stench of alcohol on him as she huddled behind the dresser. The woman crawled back on the covers trying to escape

'Please, no!' she screamed helpless – pleasing for the last time even though she knew her fate. The man grabbed her ankles with his brutal fists turning her over so she was trapped beneath him

'This is the last time you say no to me' he snarled at her before he lowered his head – he caught Roses' eye in the mirror. His eyes gleamed with satisfaction and under that, pure, raw evil.

Rose screamed as a bucket of ice cold water collided with her face

'No!' she screamed 'don't touch her!' she begged with her life as her eyes flickered open darting wildly around the room searching the darkness for the faceless man. All she found was the Doctor standing above her – the concern so raw in his eyes it burnt through into her soul. The Doctor reached down

'No! Let her go! Please!' she begged as she searched the room for the phantoms from her dream.

'Rose!' the Doctor shouted – her eyes went wide as she gasped for breath

'Rose you're safe' the Doctor promised her – Rose was staring into the corner – the darkness made it impossible to see what was in there.

'Rose – it's the Doctor, can you hear me?' he asked urgently. She was taking shallow breaths as tears endlessly streamed down her face – her lips were parted as her eyes stared emptily ahead. Her mind was replaying the images over and over in front of her and she was still just as helpless

'Please – don't' she begged in a little voice 'please make her stop screaming' she pleaded sounding so broken and alone. The Doctor firmly gripped Roses' shoulder and shook her

'Rose, I need you to look at me' the Doctor ordered her. Rose barely managed to tear her eyes away from the images in front of her being played out by her minds eye. The Doctors intense brown eyes were the only thing Rose could see through the swirling mist of screams and faces that clouded her mind.

'Doctor?' Rose managed to squeak sounding completely petrified. The Doctor cupped her face

'Yes – focus on me Rose, please, listen to my voice' he half begged and half commanded. She reached her hands out

'Help me' she begged. These words broke the Doctors heart

'I'm trying' he whispered 'I'm trying' with one hand he stroked her cheek and with the other he grasped her hands. She dug her nails into his palm as she fought her mind

'Rose, watch my eyes' he softly asked her as her eyes frantically darted around the room. She met his eyes and she held his gaze as her breathing began to slow back down to a normal rate. He gently stroked her cheek with his palm

'That's it' he praised her as the glaze over her eyes began to fade. He smiled softly at her – this was the final thing that broke her trance

'Doctor!' she cried finally as her face crumpled. She fell into his lap

'I've got you' he soothed her as he held her tightly. Her head rested on his lap. He soothingly stroked her hair as his soul ached with pain, worry, and fear for the broken girl in his arms

'Oh Rose' he murmured to himself 'What's happening to you?' he stroked her back as he silently vowed he would find and destroy whatever was hurting her like this. He stoked her hair and watched the darkness searching for what she was hiding from – only he was oblivious to the horrors that clung to the shadows.

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