Disclaimer: don't anything from CP's Inheritance Cycle or whoever-invented-doctor-who's doctor who series.

A/N: soz i haven't updated for awhile. the doctor and martha won't be present for this chapter maybe the next i'm not too sure. might be a bit awkward, i'm suffering a bit of writer's block :D. i know a lot of evil peoples start off with the stereotypical "well, well, what are we going to do with you now " speech but plz respect those who suffer writers block and can't think of anything else :D

Chapter Three - Can't Run Forever

"Well, well, Murtagh. What are we going to do with you now?", Galbatorix said as he sauntered into the room.

Murtagh stood with his shoulders straight and his head held high, anger and rebellion shining in his eyes. (that wasn't supposed to rhyme by the way)

"So proud. So much like your father."

"Shut up. I'm nothing like my father. I'll die before I become him."

"Have you told your new friends about your father? About the monster , as you say, that he was? Have you told them about the scar on your back, from when he threw his sword at you, the sword you now carry at your side? ".

Murtagh's eyes flickered to the red sword hanging off his waist, its red sheath catching the candlelight. He heard Martha gasp.

"No, I take it you haven't told them then. Tell me who they are."

"Go to hell."

"TELL ME."

"No."

Galbatorix spoke Murtagh's true name and a the sound of it, Murtagh screamed and fell to his knees.

"I'm the Doctor and this is my friend Martha. "

"You're obviously not from these parts. Which begs the question, if you're not from, Alagaesia then where-"

"Gallifrey"

Galbatorix flinched. "Time Lord. So the legends are true."

Murtagh knew that this was his chance. Stuff funny alien 'Time Lords' and their travelling companions. Galbatorix was distracted. Slowly, Murtagh picked himself up and bolted out of Thorn's dungeon.

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Murtagh ran. It was his chance, the one chance he would ever get to run from Uru'baen, he couldn't stuff it up. He had just had to hope that the Doctor would give Galbatorix a decent distraction. Life there was too painful to stay, and the consequences were dire if he ever returned. He could see the stables just ahead of him, its wooden doors beginning to look like the sanctuary that he'd never had.

Thorn?

I'm here. Galbatorix just noticed your disappearance, you'd better run for it.

There was and long lapse as Murtagh began to see the meaning behind his decision.

I know. Thorn?

Yes, I'm still here.

I'm so sorry.

Murtagh then placed a cold, unbreakable barrier between them. Murtagh wasn't even sure if he could raise it again. He might have just alienated his only friend forever. No matter. It would all be for nothing if he didn't keep moving. He burst into the stables and mounted Tornac and for the second time, he escaped from Uru'baen. Keep moving, keep moving, keep moving ; the same two words continuously running through his mind until a small voice in his head spoke, How much longer must you run? Your whole life, running here, running there. Trying to get away from the veil of misery which separates you from the rest of the world. But you can't escape and running again won't help. You can't run forever. Eventually you have to stop, and then he will find you. You can't run forever, Murtagh. You can't. Murtagh silenced the voice. Screw it, I'm running. I'm going to be free, no matter what it takes.

Even sacrificing Thorn?, the once silenced voice replied.

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Metal strips had been carefully nailed over a crumbling wooden gate, the once elegant stone arches loomed over the young man who stood at the front of the gates. Yet he towered over them still. The man was someone with great power. He quietly observed that no guards were present. The wind howled and a light mist clouded the skies, but with a simple word the man parted the doors and entered the city. City didn't really suit the place, slum was more like it. The perfect place for Murtagh to hide. His footsteps echoed through the once populated roads and he gazed around sadly as his eyes would rest upon the occasional beggar. This is my fault, he said to himself, it was Thorn and I who ravaged this city, now a slum. He surveyed his handiwork with a grim expression, just when the guilt began to attack. He saw the face of every person who had fell under his blade. He saw the city on fire again. You could still see ash on the walls from all those months ago. A little way down the street was a line of crosses, graves he quickly realised. All those people..and I killed them. Every last one. A single tear slid down his cheek, and soon it had companions. Stop being such a guilty coward, like Eragon, he told himself, Do not mourn them. They're dead, you're not. If you want to stay that way, keep moving. Murtagh turned his back to the crudely fashioned graveyard, and galloped off through the city. The tears were still flowing.

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Oranges, reds, yellows, the flame of day went out as the sun set over the forest. The slowly disappearing light came through the trees like light through a church's stain-glass windows. A holy place, which should not have been desecrated by someone who had been touched by shadow as he had. A cry of frustration escaped his lips as he thrust his dagger into the ground. You're becoming weak like Eragon, he told himself, and Eragon is so weak that it is a miracle that he is still alive. Do not mourn the dead Murtagh, do not mourn them or you will become one of them. Death is never the answer to misery.

A young man sat alone in the forest, eyes damp with tears and one hand tensed around a dagger, which had been stuck into the ground. The sun set, and the tears were still flowing as he whispered to himself , "I can't run forever".

A/N : okay, i know it's really odd, weird, strange, whatever you want to call it, that Alagaesia has legends about Time Lords, but i jus thought it would be cool for old Galby to have something he was terrified of. hope you liked this insight to Murtagh's inner turmoil plz review and i'll be happy : ] !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! but if you don't review....bad things will start to happen. very bad things....-shifty eyes- -evil laugh-