Chapter 9
Authors Note: I'm sorry if this episode bares some resemblance to episode #2 of the current series, but I came up with this plot before I'd even seen it, so every similarity is only a coincidence and I haven't copied anything. Enjoy the chapter!
"Let him go!" the Doctor said through clenched teeth.
"Ha, don't make me laugh, Doctor. Everything was ready, everything was perfect. And then you showed up," Anne's face was chalk white, but her eyes were alive with colour.
"What was your plan then? What made you totally eject an innocent person's soul from their body? Just for the hell of it?" the Doctor was pacing up and down now, a look of utter loathing etched across his face.
The impostor inside Anne merely smiled, and continued to look at the Doctor with mild interest. "I had my reasons. But you would never understand. You're a Time Lord. Oh sure, you pile on the years. But you hardly age at all…"
"Anne, what is this nonsense? I demand you release me! Wait a second, you're the intruder! You should've been killed twice by now!" Henry VIII glared angrily at the Doctor whilst struggling with his wife, but she managed to hold him down. The Doctor stopped pacing and looked up at the platform.
"I see what this about, yes!" the Doctor said, laughing heartlessly and digging his hands into his pockets. "You're one of those aliens that can't accept death! I've seen them around, they're quite common actually."
Anne scowled. "Death is no obstacle for me, Doctor. I lived a life of pain and suffering, a life that wasn't worth living. I vowed that when I died I would find a new body to live in, one with meaning and power. And my greatest wishes came true. When it came to the day of my death on my home planet, my soul managed to break through a time barrier and I ended up here. This Boleyn girl was a weak being, and I knew that she was a very influential individual that could make change."
Henry looked up at his wife in disbelief. "What are you talking about, girl? I don't understand you!"
The Doctor nodded thoughtfully and continued to pace. "So you had a miserable, unimportant life? And what do you suppose you will achieve out of this one?"
Anne smiled coldly and stroked the blade of her knife gently, as if it were some poisonous snake pet. Henry continued to look half angry, half bemused.
"I've always had this dream, you see," the intruder of Anne Boleyn began, her hungry red eyes throbbing hypnotically. "Supreme domination. That is my dream. I want to be the highest of everything. And this is my chance. If I kill him, the so-called King, then I will be one step closer to that dream. Then I shall kill his children."
Henry snorted with disgust and wrestled with the chains that were bound around his wrists. The Doctor simply shook his head and looked at Anne gravely.
"That isn't going to happen…" he said matter-of-factly.
Anne's face was colouring now, but not with a healthy glow. It was a colour full of rage and contempt. "Then I shall kill you, too!"
She raised a pale finger. The Doctor quickly retrieved his sonic screwdriver, just as a shower of bright orange flames spun towards him. The screwdriver flickered into life, and a jet of blue light raced forwards to meet the fire. Both elements crashed into each other in midair, causing a mini explosion of blue and orange sparks.
"I didn't know my sonic screwdriver could do that!" the Doctor said happily.
Just then the doors flew open and Donna walked in.
"There you are! I've been looking for you for ages! Oh, and there's the woman herself! She tried to kill me, Doctor!" Donna nodded knowingly.
"No matter now! The time has come! Spirits! Spirits of the half-world, rise up! Rise up!" Anne's voice had warped itself into a snarl.
Henry finally broke free from the chains that were encasing him and fell forwards onto the wooden floor.
The Doctor and Donna watched in horror as all four stained glass windows in the hall erupted in a torrential downpour of glass. Anne was cackling with delight, whilst Henry desperately tried to crawl away from her on the floor.
"The spirits are summoned! And now, my darling Henry, you will die."