A/N: Hey guys! Sorry I'm late with this chapter, but I've been busy with school and the Holidays. But in any event, Happy Holidays!

Left. No, right! No! Left again! NO! Kid's mind raced as he was staring down a portrait of Lord Death's skull mask. He fidgeted in place as his head began to spin and his brain had a meltdown.

"Kid. Kid! Kid!" A girl shook him vigorously. "C'mon, Kid! Snap outta it!"

"S-s-ym-m-metry-y-y..." Kid mumbled to himself. The kid was actually Lord Death's son, Death the Kid. He maintained his hair in a well kept, perfect haircut, had a three-piece suit adorned with the same silver skulls all around, and above all else, he had a horrible addiction: symmetry. He couldn't live without perfect symmetry. Despite this, he still was not aware of the obvious that the three white stripes on his hair-do's left side made him asymmetrical.

"For the love of... Hey! Patty!" The girl yelled to the other room. "Kid's having a meltdown!"

"Really?" Another girl ran into the room and stood right beside the one girl. They were the twin sisters Liz and Patty, Kid's weapons. They both had chestnut brown hair and eyes. They both also wore the same red striped tank top and short shorts. The only differences were that Liz was older and longer hair framed her face. Tough break for Mr. Symmetry.

"He won't seem to stop this time." Liz pressed her finger to her temple and grimaced. "Can you do anything about it?"

"Sure!" Patty ran up to the wall, examined the portrait, and kicked the wall underneath. Liz and Kid seemed to go into a state of frantic shock, but Kid stopped.

"Actually... that looks pretty good." Kid relaxed and spoke coolly. "Thank you as always, Liz and Patty" Kid seemed to speak like a completely different person.

Liz just sighed an annoyed sigh. "Anyways... we got a mission from Lord Death."

Kid turned his attention to Liz. "My dad sent us a mission?"

"Yeah!" Patty chimed in. "But it seems kinda weird, though."

"How so?" Kid walked to the wall and began to examine the symmetry of the room.

"It says were supposed to meet someone." Liz took out the small paper with the request on it. "And it's supposed to be in the middle of nowhere."

Kid finished his examination. "Where, exactly, is that?"

"Somewhere in Europe..."

"Alright, then." Kid walked to the front of his house and checked out the window in the center. He stepped outside the double doors, took a deep breath, and said, "Beelzebub." Almost immediately, a finely decorated skateboard appeared instantaneously before him. He stepped on, and looked back at Liz and Patty, still standing in the house. "Coming?"

"Right!" The two sisters yelled. Both ran towards death, and jumped into the air. As they came down, they transformed into two silver handguns. Kid caught the guns in his hands, pinkies on the triggers.

"Then let's go!" Death kicked the board, and the wheels sprang to life with a thrust, pushing Death the Kid into the air and towards the east.

Always the prisoner. Why couldn't people be nicer to strangers that appear in blue phone boxes?

The Doctor readjusted his posture from within the ropes that bound him. "Was this really necessary?"

"Until we know that you're okay, yes." Asura said coldly from atop his lookout perch on the adjacent rocks above. The base-camp for Lord Death and his, for lack of a bette phrase, entourage of bodyguards, was nestled in rough, rocky terrain surrounded by desert-like sand. The six or seven bodyguards in the camp shuffled around restlessly, waiting for Lord Death.

"Who's this guy again?" One woman approached the Doctor, hands on her hips. "And why is he wantin' to see LD?"

"He never gave a name." Asura continued to scout the landscape.

"I told you, it's the Doctor." The Doctor fidgeted slightly.

"Doctor who?" One blond-headed boy spoke up, despite his earphones blaring music.

"Just the Doctor." The Doctor said, almost annoyed. "Why does everyone ask that? It's an ol' question... too old."

"What'chu talking abo-"

"He's here." The woman was cut off by Asura announcing the arrival of Lord Death.

Not even seconds after Asura called for Lord Death's coming, a black mass faded in from the background of sand. As it grew closer, more distinguishable features arose. The Doctor could see Lord Death, or at least the version of him from the past. His black robe was tattered and frayed, while his mask was severely more menacing, being in closer likeness to a real skull. He arrived at the camp and greeted the small group of people waiting for him.

"So.. who do we have here?" Lord Death spoke with a deeper, more rough-and tumble voice.

" 'Allo! I'm the Doctor!" The Doctor attempted to sound normal despite his current surroundings.

"He refuses to give us any information on how he arrived here at our location." Asura spoke into Lord Deaths ear. "I just found him wandering around from outside our base."

"So what's he doing here?" Lord Death leaned in to inspect the Doctor slightly better.

"We don't know. We believe he's an assassin, sent here for you." The blond one spoke up.

"Well, no matter. We'll find out soon enough." Lord Death crouched down to eye level on the Doctor and pressed his still-blocky hands to the Doctor's temples.

"Wait... are you trying to-"

"Soul sync." Lord Death said quietly. As he did, the Doctor could feel the mental probes of Lord death in his mind. He squirmed and shivered in discomfort. Have to block out memories... TARDIS controls... Universal Base-Codons... My name... The Doctor began setting up mental barriers in an attempt to shield sensitive information. Even with all his efforts, Lord Death's consciousness still spread through the Doctors rapidly, and soon, Lord Death knew all about the Doctor. Once finished, Lord Death broke off from the Doctor and stepped back a few steps. Stunned gasps escaped from underneath his mask. "How could you... What did you..."

"Is he dangerous?" The woman asked.

"Untie him, now." Lord Death barked. His bodyguards objected strongly.

"But he could be here to-"

"I know why he's here." Lord Death said knowingly. "And the Soul Sync never lies. It searches a persons very soul, and all their intentions along with it." After he had been untied, the Doctor stood up, only to be pulled into the embracing hug of Lord Death. "Oh, you poor poor Time Lord. To have to make the choice that you did..." If Lord Death wasn't wearing the mask, the Doctor could have sworn he was crying.

"Yeah. And now you know why I'm here." The Doctor escaped Lord Death's grip. "But I don't."

"Well, for whatever reason you are, it can't be good." Lord Death's voice seemed to fill with an edge that put all his bodyguards on high-alert.

"Yeah. But what could it be?" The Doctor pushed his hand through his hair, but stopped and turned. "Do you hear that?"

"No, what is it?" Lord Death's voice seemed exited the prospect of danger.

"Sounds like a temporal transition-loop feeding back onto a fixed spatial field... which means..." The Doctor looked up and froze. "Everyone get DOWN!" The Doctor yelled. As he did, a bright light filled the sky above, turning it a blood red color, and a huge, ear-shattering explosion erupted from the center. A large sonic boom slammed down to the ground, and a huge gust of wind ripped up the surrounding landscape. The Doctor, Lord Death, and the group had to hang on to the surrounding rocks for protection. As the commotion began to die and sand began to settle, the Doctor could see a shining silver mass falling from the sky. He stopped and made a face of horror. "No... can't be!"

"What is it Doctor?" Lord Death yelled, picking himself up from the rock he held on to.

"When I came through the tear, I never thought they would follow..." The Doctor's voice quivered with a mixture of fear and anger.

"Who, Doctor? Who?"

"Cybermen!"