XVII

The Stone's Turned Over

"Rose…?" asked the Doctor.
"Don't "Rose" me, Doctor. For I am no longer you're little dotting companion, following you like a puppy dog. No, I am greater than that now. I have powers you yourself could only imagine in your wildest dreams." She tilted her head to the left, and regarded him like that. "I could kill you with almost no effort." She straightened her head again. "Besides, Doctor, what can you do? You're surrounded."

The Doctor turned away from Rose and glanced around him. There were two other figures apart from her. They were standing a little way away, looking menacing, though only the younger one had a weapon. One stood behind him and to the right, the other to the left. They had surrounded him in a triangle. He glanced around for Foaly and Artemis, but they were inside. He could see Foaly speaking to something in his hand. He wasn't stupid enough to wave. He liked his tenth form, he didn't want to regenerate.
He looked again at the weapon less figure. She was the face. The face he had glimpsed in the void. Or maybe not. They looked the same. The same grotesque face with its distorted, twisted features. But the Doctor could note a few differences.
Twins? He thought.
The other figure was younger. More normal. She looked almost human. And unlike the other one she carried a laser gun of some sort. But she was obviously related to the weapon less one. Anyone could see it.

The Doctor turned back to Rose.
"Why are you doing this?" he asked her.
"I thought you were happy, I thought you wanted to come back," he continued quietly.
"Oh I wanted to come back all right. Not with you though. I came to help my…sisters with revenge."
Realisation finally dawned on the Doctor's face.
"Who are you?" he shouted, turning from one figure to the next.
"What have you done with Rose?!"
Rose smirked a cold joyless smirk.
"Finally! The brilliant Doctor understands."
"But what you don't understand," the weapon less figure spoke up. Making the Doctor turn to her.
"Is that you will obey us completely," Rose said.
The Doctor scoffed.
"Or we will kill Rose." The younger figure finished coldly.

The Doctor's mouth had been open, about to retort back. But at that last statement, he became speechless. He closed it. Ran a hand through his hair. Scratched the back of his neck. And bit his lip.
There had already been a plan in his mind. He had known what he had to do. But now he couldn't. Couldn't carry it out. Killing Rose's possessor would kill Rose. And he knew he couldn't do that. He felt the ground tremor beneath his feet, like there was a mole burrowing. But there are no moles in Ireland.
He needed time.

"So…" asked the Doctor. "This brilliant plan of yours, and I'm sure it's brilliant. Are you going to tell me what it is?"
Rose's possessor rolled her eyes.
"We're not your average enemy, Doctor. We've been planning this. Planning for so long. Like we are going to tell you our plan. We won't underestimate you like all your other pathetic enemies. We have Rose. We can make you do whatever we want. I followed you through the void for this. Clinging onto that bubble, riding it all the way here." She grinned coldly. "Such a shame it had to rip wasn't it, Doctor?"
"But I saw you," the Doctor told her. "I turned around and saw you hanging onto the bubble," the Doctor smirked. "Was that part of the plan?"
"A small blip," she answered curtly.
But the other two didn't seem to know about this.
"He saw you?" asked the younger one.
"How you be so thoughtless?" added the weapon less one.
"Ooooo," put in the Doctor. "Arguing with the designated driver?"
"She's not the leader," snarled the younger one.
"I'm the only one who hasn't made a mistake yet. Both of you, even though you lived in parallel universes, you made the same mistakes. I haven't made them." The younger one said proudly.
"Yet!" added the weapon less one.
"At least I have a face!" shot back the younger one.
"Who needs a pretty face," snarled the weapon less one. "When we've got such power!"
She upturned her hands to the sky, the air crackling and sizzling. Bolts of lightning shot into the air from her palms to disappear harmlessly in mid air.
"Stop bickering!" Rose's possessor snapped. "We must unite to defeat the Doctor!"
They turned as one to the Doctor. The younger one pointed her laser gun at him, while the other two just held out their arms in front of them, the air crackling around their fingers.
The Doctor held up a finger and began to back away.
"Um…yes…you see…um, j- just a quick question, before you know, death and all that, but um…could I just ask…why are you going to kill me?"
All three of them smirked.
"So we can rule every universe." They said as one.
That's when Foaly cantered out of the house.
"Doctor!" he shouted, "I've-" he stopped, seeing the other people with him.
"Opal." he whispered. "No!" he continued, shouting.
But before he could do anything, the three Opals turned back to the Doctor.
He backed away.
"Let's see you heal this, Doctor," sneered Opal/Rose before all three of them fired lasers or lightning bolts of energy at his head.

Um... I hope that wasn't too confusing but just for your information

Present Opal - Weaponless Opal

Past Opal - Young Opal

Parallel Opal - Opal/Rose

and you know my chapter called Oh Peace Amidst Lies, I know that didn't seem to have to do with anything and I actually just made it that because the first letter of each word spells OPAL

It's very hard to write three of the same person...and I hope you knew better than to think that I would let Rose kill the Doctor, if you did, then shame on you! Sorry about the cliffhanger AGAIN but I've got to keep you reading somehow, the next chapter shall be up during the week because I have to start school again tomorrow (Tuesday) so I'm afraid that's the end of my "uploading chapters every day" but I shall try and update as much as possible

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