Electricity ran down the walls like rain in a storm covering everything in a sheet of blue light. As the Doctor, Suffolk and Margaret ran down the staircase the light chased them, lapping like the tide at their heals. The screams from above subsided as they barrelled through the basement door into the pitch black. The electrical force remained outside, trapping them between the throbbing electricity behind the door and the group of Torchwood medics who, they realised slowly, were watching them. The Doctor cursed quietly under his breath and forced a cheerful smile onto his lips.
"Right then, now we're all together let's get this show on the road," he looked every one of the medics in the eye wondering if he had met any of them before but recognised none of them. That was good, no chance of a paradox, "Come on gentlemen, lead the way, I know you've been waiting for this."
Two medics stepped forward nervously and gripped Suffolk's arms, another two took hold of the Doctor leaving Margaret unattended, petrified and weeping hysterically in the corner. A gentle faced boy, probably only just qualified, stepped up and took Margaret's hand leading her into the therapy suite behind the others and positioning her in a corner where she could watch the proceedings but would not be in the way.
Suffolk was lead to the chair kicking and screaming his eyes pure red as his blood pressure soared, bursting the capillaries. Blood poured down his nose covering his shirt in seconds. The Doctor bellowed at them, his voice full of fury but his cries were ignored except by one of the white coated men who delivered a short, hard blow to the Doctor's face with a clenched first.
Confusion and chaos filled the room. Behind the doors the hallway glowed blue and in front of them the hole in the wall seemed to swell outwards like an oversized pimple growing exponentially. The entity fed on Suffolk as he sat, now just a metre from its bulging crown, tears pouring down his face with words flooding from his lips incoherently. A deafening roar ripped its way through the blackness in a voice so deep it reverberated through the room sending Margaret tumbling to the floor in abject fear. The grip on the Doctor's arms loosened as the two men restraining him began to doubt their purpose.
Erupting like a volcano the hole in the wall spewed black lava across the room, coating Suffolk completely and reaching the back of the room with enough force to blow out the window. Suffolk choked on his words, unable to make a sound as something as thick and black as tar forced its way into the word.
One of the medics held a video camera at the gaping wound that was leaking into the room and in the seconds of silence that followed the explosion he turned, grinning madly, "Describe it for the camera, Doctor."
"It's a vortex. A spatial anomaly which is feeding on the minds of the poor souls you are sticking in that chair. It's ripping though their very being. Killing them. Destroying the fabric of their soul, leaving them barren and lifeless. By the time you've finished recording this every person in this room will be entering a vegetative state, but don't let that stop you! After all, you've called it through. Congratulations on your success," his words dripped, frostily, from his tongue, "When this creature is done with us it will consume this entire world."
A look of fear suddenly found its way to the faces of the scientists in the room, a dawning, belated, realisation of certain death. The hands on the Doctor's arms slipped away and the men ran for the door noting only as they opened it that the electricity was pulsing through the frame.
Their screams were short and the smell of scorched flesh filled the room.
Suffolk's rantings began in earnest. Blood, sweat and the black of the vortex smothered him, "Feasting! Drowning! Gather the souls! I will protect them. Come home to me. I am your salvation."
In the back of the room Margaret screamed.
The creature from the vortex slid to the floor in a liquid form and ran, stream like, towards Suffolk, sliding up his legs and crawling over his chest before pouring into his open mouth, filling his lungs and choking out his words.