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In The Windmills Of Her Mind

Chapter Fifteen

Never ending or beginning… as the images unwind… rolling silently in space…

Rose could feel the poison swimming through her body, just like it had done weeks before. It swam through her veins like a heavy lead weighing her down as she tried to move, she knew she couldn't, so she lowered her head to the carpet as its fibres pressed into her scarred cheeks. She watched as her memories played over and over in her mind, accompanied by the screams of the missing.

Rose could feel herself being moved, her hands hung limp beside her, and her legs wobbled beneath her as she was dragged along the floor. Her face was pressed to the concrete as she was dragged; she could feel the coldness of it scrapping against her face until her blood stained the floor. She tried to groan in protest by she couldn't speak, and nor could she move, she realised with a sickening thud that they were poisoning her as another needle slid through the innocence of her skin. Soon the thick metal was beneath her skin and pumping itself into her vein, the liquid burned through her and she felt her head burn with pain. The stars she could see in the back of her mind faded away as the paralysis took over her body – she no longer fitted in reaction, instead she slowly died.

The Doctor was being removed from his chamber as well, the drug hadn't affected him as badly as it had Rose, he was still conscious and able to move. As they dragged him down the corridor he lay still allowing himself to be tugged heavily across the floor, he knew he had to bid his time until he could find her. He let his eyelids fall open a crack until he could see the ankles of the creatures that dragged him – they were cloaked in black. He knew it was pointless to attack them now, all that would happen was they could chain him up and he would never reach Rose. He knew he needed to wait until he could find her, until they could fight together, until they could escape. So he let his head drop back down to the floor, his skin aching with burns as they dragged him along, straining his hearing for pieces of conversation floating above him.

'Boss says we gotta move them. 'Parently the rebels attacked again, they were getting close. Gotta move them all down below, so no one can see them' a voice explained emotionlessly.

'So no one can hear them scream' the other voice laughed as he kicked the Doctor in the ribs as he continued to drag him slowly down stone steps. The Doctor tried not to grunt in response to the pain, instead he kept his eyes squeezed tightly shut and clung to the locks of golden hair that rested in between his fingers – he was praying she was alright.

Jacob frowned down at Rose, her body was pale now and the convulsions had stopped. He frowned deeply to himself as he bent to wipe the dried foam from the corners of her mouth. He glanced at her fallen form and back over to the window where the rain still pounded against the water, he let a small smile pass over his face as an idea fell upon him.

He bent and grasped Rose's wrists; he began to drag her against the floor ignoring the sound as her ribs cracked underneath the pressure. He pulled her through the doorway and down the stairs, one by one, her skull gently colliding with each.

Rose felt the stone steps pass underneath her as consciousness threatened her again, she could feel the pain burning through her mind as the stones scrapped against her back, she tried not to move as they threw her against one of the stone walls within her new compartment.

She heard the door slam close behind her but she still didn't move, she lay there as pain swarmed through her body followed by disorientation, she couldn't form any strength within her body – not even enough to raise her eyelids. So she lay in her own self contained darkness until strength could fall upon her once more.

The Doctor made no fuss as they dropped him into a colder chamber, he fell to the floor with his eyes squeezed tightly shut, lying still as he listened for the door to shut. He heard some mumbled whispers and a few faint laughs before the door clicked shut behind them. He opened his eyes cautiously as they adjusted to the darkness he took in his surroundings. He was in a room, it was a very small room with stone walls to match the grey stone floor. It was freezing in this room he noticed as he pressed his hands to the floor, then he noticed the warm stains of blood that trailed along the floor.

He managed to sit up, ignoring the twinge in his ribs as he balanced on his knees, the stones pressed into his bruised skin as he looked up at the ceiling which hung gloomily above him. There were no windows in the room and there was no light, his eyes scanned the darkness and his ears strained to listen around him. What he heard was a tiny breath, a breath that tore through the silence of the room, a breath that was followed by a whimper. The Doctor remained on his hands and knees and began to crawl through the darkness to where the noise was coming from

'Hello?' he called cautiously as he made his way towards the torn breaths. When he gained no response he tried again

'Hello? I'm the Doctor' he called out as he began to notice a figure curled into the foetal position tucked into a corner. As soon as he spoke the body reacted, the whimper became a groan as the voice called out. He frowned and squinted as he tried to figure out what the voice was moaning, he began to crawl faster against the floor as his skin scrapped against the stones.

He reached the side of the body

'Doctor?'

'Oh Rose'