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He Who Sins
Chapter Thirty Three: In the Cellar of Your Heart
The Tardis came to a shuddering halt after a lengthy groan. The Doctor ran his hand over his stubble and preyed it wasn't too late. He took a last sparing glance at the map that he had pieced together before drawing in a deep breath of air. He could feel his hands shaking as he let go of the rail that was secured to the control panel, he desperately sucked in air before turning towards the door, he took long powerful strides and kicked the door open. The first thing he noticed as the bitter cold stinging at his cheeks, the second thing that he noticed was the sheer darkness that seeped into every corner of the room, not a single ray of light broke into this room and the walls sunk into the floor. There was nothing ahead of him except darkness.
The Doctor pulled the Sonic Screwdriver out of his pocket and let its blue glow illuminate the room as he moved away from the Tardis. The stench of decay clawed at his nose, he ignored the smell and moved closer to the shackles that hung emptily from the wall, he walked towards them almost slipping on a pool on the floor. He bent down and rubbed his fingers against it, looking at his fingers he saw they were now slick with deep crimson blood. The Doctor felt his jaw clench as he stood up, he wiped the blood on his shirt and continued to inspect the chains. The coldness of them stung against his fingers as he softly touched the freezing metal, he felt the shivers burn through his soul as anger raged through his blood, all he could see in his mind was Rose hanging from this wall, as he tried to assure himself he was wrong, he really had no idea of how true his deepest fears were, and how much worse everything was about to become.
Something caught Rose's ear, through the deadly silence of the room, the pounding of her heart and the buzzing in her ears, through all of that she had heard the faint sound of machinery. A sound that burst through her veins and gave her a reason to hope. She had heard a sound that had been lost to her for so long…she'd heard the Tardis.
'Tymon' she nudged him urgently 'Tymon!'. The sleeping boy raised his heavy eyelids, his golden eyes were filled with fear and curiosity, he met Rose's gaze
'Did you hear that?' she whispered. Tymon paused before shaking his head
'I didn't hear anything' he told her softly. Rose blinked as she felt her excitement begin to fade
'I could have sworn I heard…' she trailed off. Tymon squeezed her trembling hand
'I didn't hear a thing, I'm sorry' he told her. Rose felt her heart sink as she bit her lip…she must have imagined it. She felt tears brewing in her eye as she realised he wasn't here, suddenly it was all too much for her – the pounding in her mind, the fear in her heart and the dull ache in her stomach. She let it over take her as steady tears fell down her face reminding her of how human she really was. Tymon watched her cry, completely powerless to help her, for there was only one man in the entire universe who could do this…a man who wasn't that far away.
It had taken the Doctor quite a while to reach the doorway to the cell; it had been cloaked in darkness…a darkness that the Sonic Screwdriver could barely break through. But finally he was there; he closed the door behind him and looked around the stone corridor that surrounded him. He began to slowly walk down the corridor, testing each door as he passed it. All of these doors were locked at the Doctor headed towards the flagstone staircase that was gloomily lit by the candles that dances and wavered in the darkness. Just before the staircase, the Doctor heard a scratching coming from behind one of the doors. He turned to face the door and to his surprise the handle twisted in his grasp. The Doctor slowly opened the door as its hinges squeaked in protest. The far side of the room was cloaked in darkness but the area around him was stacked with books. Some piles reached ceiling height, the Doctor rubbed his fingers against the bound volumes, ancient leather rubbed against his fingers as he inspected the titles, many were in forgotten languages such as Greek, Latin and Devadrian. He glanced around until he saw a large desk littered with various notes and diagrams. He began to flick through these, each symbol and diagram making more sense than the last. The Doctor gasped as the symbols and scrawled writing fell into place – he ran his fingers through his hair.
'She can't' he whispered as he dropped a battered piece of paper, on it three sketches stood out, a young boy was tried to a circle, a pregnant women lay on the floor and a tall man stood with his hands reaching into the sky. Before these a Priestess stood with a smile on her face. The Doctor felt his entire body shake as pure rage surged through him; he glanced up into the darkness where two golden eyes stared back at him
'Welcome Doctor' she breathed. The Doctor swallowed heavily and clenched his fists
'How can I help you?'