AN: Just an Idea I got a while ago. Thought I'd write it.
"And now I'm going to kill you." He said, as he shoved the Doctor against the console. His face, his hauntingly familiar face, only twisted into a slight smile. It chilled Ramon's bones.
"No you don't!" The Scotsman gripped him from behind, suddenly. He fought back, and lunged at the console, flipping the first switch he touched.
Suddenly, the room pitched violently, and amid cries of fear and surprise, he discovered he was slipping across the floor, toward the still open doors. He flailed for a hold but his fingers slipped on the smooth white floor. He cried out, but it was drown out in the sound of the struggling space time machine and the roaring vortex he so suddenly found himself in-...
It burned... The energy coursed through his body, burning as if his very being, his soul, were cast into the sun. He was blind. The light was neverending. He was falling forever, through the hell-like prison into which he stumbled. And all he could do was scream until-...
Harsh voices shouted from downstairs, saying things Ramon had heard a hundred times before. His mum and Brian were fighting. Again.
He ducked down behind his bed, covering his ears with his hands. He thought about how happy mum had been before. Her smiling face when he had come home from school every day. Her gentle patience, and kind words. Just the two of them. Happy.
Then she had started going out at night. She would come back... different. Happier, but more violent. And a smell lingered around her, a sharp, unpleasant smell. He soon learned to recognize it for what it was.
Though his ears were covered, he could hear the shouting louder. He could pick out his own name in Brian's harsh english, while his mother responded in mixed spanish.
They were arguing about him again-...
His ears roared with a sound like a thousand waterfalls. His scream was lost. His pain and anguish never ending, going on and on, until finally-...
"You can't do this to me! We were partners!" Giles Kent spat.
Ramon was sure his former colleague would have leaped at him, but for the guards restraining him."I'm afraid the research facility is no longer in need of your assistance, Kent." Ramon said, keeping all emotion out of his voice."But I trust you will remain in good standing with me and my men. You never know what may happen if you do not."
Giles fumed. "How dare you threaten me! It was my research that got you to where you are now! you would be nothing without me!"
Ramon simply motioned for the guards to take him away. "You're a fraud and a lier, Kent."
Giles spat. "You'll regret this, Ramon. Don't think you can get away with it!"
The words meant nothing to him. He didn't care. Now that Giles was out of the way, there was nothing to stop him from-...
The Doctor.
The Doctor did this.
The Doctor condemned him to this endless torment-...
"Welcome to the TARDIS." His double stared back, his features frozen, and his eyes burning with a quiet rage, and wisdom beyond his years. Those eyes... they sent an awful chill down his spine. They seemed to be staring into his soul, seeing his every secret. Those eyes made him want to shrink back and beg for mercy. As apposed to earlier when they were kind and gentle, full of laughter, now they were dark and brooding, like a silent god passing judgement.
Ramon smiled slightly, putting on his air of cool confidence, in spite of the overwhelming feeling washing over him.
"Thank you. You were doing so well impersonating me, I thought I would return the compliment."
The Doctor stared back, his strange eyes narrowing, and becoming icy cold, sending a shiver down Ramon's spine.
"We're going to put you outside, Salamander. No friends, no resources. Nothing. You'll run, but they'll catch up with you."
Ramon stared back coldly. Suddenly, he turned and leaped toward the controls, the Doctor shouting after him-...
His mind was... is racked with memories. He felt like he was burning alive. He has no sense of the passage of time. He was racked with the torment of being aware of his every second of existence simultaneously, burning his mind out as if-...
He caries his school books inside the house. He could see his mother sprawled on the couch again. The room reeked of alcohol, and there were empty bottles littering the carpet. She had been doing it again-...
...-"You're a a worthless bastard child!" He yelled, stumbling toward Ramon. He shook his beer can in his direction. "Worthless! You're bastard father only left your mother because you were born. She would be happy if it weren't for you-..."
"...-You're not worthy of anyone else! You're lucky I tolerate you!" Brian struck Ramon's mother across the face again. "I could leave any time I wanted. Then where would you be?!" He moved to strike her again.
"No!" Ramon grasped his arm as tightly as he could. "Stop!"
Brian threw him on the ground, and suddenly Ramon felt stinging pain across his face. Brian lifted him up by the collar, and-...
"...-You must do well, Ramon. Do it for her. Become a scientist, like you always wanted to-..."
...-No! No, no, no, no... I'm not ready yet! you can't do this to me! No, no, no...
His head swam, and his body burned, as if the vortex were flowing in his vains. He felt his body go numb, and the gold overwhelm him. Everything that was him, his own was stripped away, like a snake slithering out of it's old skin. His face morphed and shifted, until suddenly he was a different man-...
He saw faces. The Doctor. There were more. A white haired man. A man with unruly golden curls. A man with a ridiculously long scarf. A man with a bowtie. A man with a long brown coat-...
"So, where to, Amy?" He raced around the console, flipping switches and pressing buttons. He looks up at the console moving up and down as the Tardis takes off. The red-haired girl smiled back and said-...
"Come on, Ace. We have work to do."
"Allons-y, Alonzo!"
"Change, my dear, and it seems not a moment too soon."
"We all have a universe of our own terrors to face."
They were all the Doctor.
"I have thirteen lives, Grace."
"All I have to do is touch these strands together, and the Daleks will be destroyed. Do I have that right? To destroy a race? The universe could be better with the Daleks. Many planets will form alliances in fear of the Daleks. Do I have the right?
"Doctor Mysterio."
"Bowties are cool!"
"Up there is the scanner, those are the doors, there is the chair. Sheer poetry, my boy. Now, please stop bothering me."
He saw... he sees so many things. All of time and space. The whole universe.
"Would you like a jelly baby?"
"Just this once, everybody lives, Rose! Everybody lives!"
"It's French... for let's go."
"Why not? After all, that's how it all started."
"... unlimited rice pudding, etcetera, etcetera!"
"She's my carer. She cares so I don't have to."
He can see anything. He could see everything.
"Am I a good man?"
"Someday, I shall come back. Yes, someday. Until then there must be no tears, no anxiety. Just go forward in all your beliefs, and prove to me that I'm not mistaken in mine..."
"I've reversed the polarity of the nutron flow."
He was drawn to another portion of the vortex. And another. And another.
"It seems I'm some kind of a galactic yo-yo!"
"A man is the sum of his memories, a Time Lord even more so.
"There are some corners of the universe that have bred the most terrible terrible things. Things that act against everything we believe in. They must be fought."
It was terrifying. It is amazing. And everywhere he goes, he sees Him.
The Doctor.
Cardiff, UK, 2018, 2:37AM
A cool breaze blowed in the gentle Welsh night. Somewhere in the distance, a dog barked, and a siren was heard.
A brilliant white light flashed from nowhere, seeming to split reality itself. Dazeling colors blazed forth, with brilliant blues, and golds.
A ragged figure was spewed out, being flung several yards.
The man connected with concrete. He laid, motionless, for a moment. Then the figure moved slightly, as if reaching for the rapidly closing crack. He struggled and strained, trying with all his might to drag himself back toward it
It seamlessly closed almost instantly, leaving the area as quiet and still as it had been.
The man reached toward where it had been, weakly, coughing and gasping. He took a ragged breath, and croaks a single word.
"No..."
AN: Let me know what you think so far! I took the liberty of rewriting this chapter. I hope you enjoy it! Also, sorry if I got any of the quotes wrong. I wrote most of them from memory. Let me know, and I'll fix it.