Ok guys here we go next chapter! The reason this took a while is because someone sent me a message with a few pointers and suggestions and I had to revamp this chapter because I thought it was such god advice that it couldn't be ignored! You know who you are and thank you
Chapter 13 should be a good one and enjoy! Things will be getting darker so…
WARNING: beyond these chapters adult material and implications/actions maybe carried out not suitable for younger children. You have been warned.
Enjoy!
Mx

Chapter 13:

The Doctor was running, faster than he'd ever done before. With every second that past by his hearts broke into even smaller pieces. His mind had one sole goal, to rescue Rose Tyler, but amidst the raging emotions coursing through him he registered every corner he turned and every door he opened. The Doctor was going to save Rose Tyler and he was going to do it as if such an action would come as naturally as breathing.

He didn't know whether he had officially lost the plot or when Rose had managed to seep her way deep within his hearts but he knew one thing for sure. He'd give up his life without question if it meant protecting Rose from harm.

The soft sound of gentle music entered the Doctor's ears as he neared what he assumed where Rose was being held captive. As he rounded one more corner to the left, pushing off his right foot the Doctor saw several doors in front of him. He sprinted the next five metres in one second flat and pulled the door open with such aggression that one could here the sound of a broke hinge.

The sound of brilliantly loud music now surrounded the Doctor as he cautiously stepped forward. He was currently walking through a curved tunnel which he assumed was another escape route of the building.

The Doctor paused as he heard the faint cries and struggles of Rose and just as quickly they started, they stopped, along with his hearts. He stepped forwards with more urgency as trinkets of light illuminated the tunnel he walked through. Eventually the Doctor reached the end and hid behind the curved wall, angling his head so he could look upon the most frightening, terrifying and horrifying thing his hearts could ever imagine.

Rose Tyler was dancing in the arms of another man.

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Only moments before the Doctor had managed to position himself in view of these two figures, the mysterious kidnapper readjusted his mask to cover his face again and had swiftly pulled out a glistening needle with shimmering black liquid inside it. Rose quickly saw the needle and let out another scream before he plunged the needle into her left jugular vein and Rose became very limp again. However this time it seemed to be that Rose's body had begun to grow immune to the drugs he was pumping through her and managed to keep most of her wits and will power in tact.

The mask menace threw the needle behind him allowing it to roll away towards the edge of the room. As the echoes of rolling glass needle bounced around the room the masked man whisked Rose Tyler into a waltz.

Rose was currently unable to resist his motion however she did manage to keep herself upright.

The man lowered his head to the crook of her neck and whispered, "I see you have become a little more resilient to the drugs…should I take it then that your lack of struggle against me means you do wish to be with me?" He chuckled.

His warm breathe swept over Rose's skin and sent her scenes on over drive. She cringed and roughly but quietly replied, "Not a chance in hell you scheming bastard."

This time the man laughed quite loudly as he spun Rose round twice and swiftly pulled her back against his chest.

All the while the Doctor was watching from the shadows with anger within himself rising and sweeping through him, like the very blood that was being pumped by his hearts. It was taking every single atom of willpower to stop him from bursting into scene and ripping him limb from limb, just for touching Rose the way he did.

His hand slipped lower on her waist to gently cup her bottom as his other arm was firmly wrapped around her back holding her against him.

The Doctor saw him whispering to her but failed to hear what he was saying or his voice. He looked to Rose, trying to understand why she was just complying to him and allowing him to whisk her from one dance position to another, but more importantly why she allowed him to touch her the way he did, when it was plain to see from her eyes she was frightened.

The Doctor gritted his teeth, he could have figured this out by now, he was distracted by the hatred and jealousy burning through his hearts. He tried to close his eyes but found himself glued to the two dancers before him.

Slowly the music began to fade as the Sonatina played came to an end. The masked figured dipped Rose forcefully backwards making her exhale loudly and uncomfortably. As she lay their limp in his arms time itself seemed to come to a halt.

This was it, the last chance the Doctor had in deciding whether to storm in and rescue Rose, wait and see just what he was up against, or see if she really did need rescuing…NONSENSE! She was kidnapped, if you need more proof fool look deep in her eyes.

As Rose was held in an arched figure backwards her arms hung loosely by her sides and the only thing keeping her from falling was the one arm latched around her lower back. She stared blankly into the deep abyss above her form with an expression that could only be described as acceptance. Perhaps the acceptance that this man would finally get what he desires or the acceptance that she had no power within her to do anything to stop him.

The other hand of her captor slowly trailed its way from the edge of her jaw down her throat in a swirled action, as if he was marking her from himself. His hands continued to move lower, beneath her collar bone until it reached the gap between her compressed breasts. Rose closed her eyes as tears streamed up her face, etched with discomfort.

The captor let a loud moan rise as is hands moved lower until they were stopped by the fabric of her dress. Dipping his head as if to curse the fabric which he himself placed up on her he released an animalistic growl and lifted his head slightly to stare at the glory he had come to posses. He spoke loudly with lust dripping off every word he spoke, "How can we not be for one another Rose!"

The instant he spoke he removed his hand from Rose's chest and ripped off his mask.

Shocked, betrayed, speechless…all these words could be used but none could be used to describe the pain ripping through the Doctor.

Stupid Time Lord…

I could have stopped this, I could have spared her this trauma, I could have…I…

In an instant the distress disappeared and suddenly the Doctor's face began to harden with anger and hatred holding him together. With purpose he strode forward into the light towards the couple, however neither noticed his presence at start…

The Doctor didn't care. His eyes were transfixed to one figure and one figure alone…This figure would be lucky if could even comprehend the sheer anger radiating off of the Doctor. This figure could have never been in more danger in his entire life…

End of Chapter 13:

Right so is it a yes or no? I think that was extremely difficult to write to be honest, I didn't want to seem to obsessed or possessed by the dark side within the story at this point in time so I tried to lighten the mood every once in a while, relatively speaking.
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Thanking all my fans and reviewers for sticking with me!
Mx