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In The Windmills Of Her Mind

Chapter Sixteen

The Doctor pulled Rose's limp body into his lap as he began to gently stroke the frayed golden locks off her face; her eyelids flickered in reaction as his cool hands pressed against her face. She let out a soft mumble as he soothed her skin

'Rose' the Doctor murmured 'Rose I'll get us out of here I promise' he whispered down to her almost unconscious form, she didn't move but her hand slid into his, gently squeezing it in recognition of his words.

Just as he bent to whisper something into her ear, he heard the door swing open and the figure reappear. He coiled his fingers around Rose's as the figures approached him, he didn't know if Rose could hear him but he bent down to her ear and spoke to her through hushed whispers

'See you soon…be brave my girl, be brave' he choked as they grabbed him by the feet, he tried to kick in reaction as they dragged him away but they pumped the drug back into his veins until paralysis wrecked his body. His eyes met Rose's as he slid away and she smiled bravely at him – in that moment he knew she would be alright, no matter what.

Rose's body had reached the bottom of the staircase; Jacob leant back against the wall and gasped for breath.

'Heavy little bugger aren't you' he spat as he kicked her shin. Her skeletal form lay still on the floor, the casing around her leg creaking as it was attacked. He wiped his hair back so it was slick against his head again and he swung the door open. He picked up Rose's wrists and dragged her slowly out of the concrete and into the dense mud.

Rose's face fell limp into the mess of nature beneath her, her pale skin sunk into the puddles of mud that lapped around the stems of grass that were battling the storm around them. The rain pounded heavily down on to her skin and it seeped into the dressings that tried weakly to protect her wounds. Rose slowly opened her eyes.

Rose felt herself be dropped onto the stone floor, she rolled over so that she could stare up to see what would happen next. Instead, she saw a beaker. It was a tiny beaker filled with a tiny clear liquid, she could see the gloved hands that held the flask and she tried to crawl away

'No…' she whimpered as she dragged her lifeless body across the floor. The figure just followed her, tilting the flask as he approached her. Rose curled into a ball, returning to the foetal position she had lain in nineteen years ago. And then she screamed as it was poured over her back, dissolving through her clothes and burning into her skin. She screamed as the liquid fell drop by drop.

Drop by drop the rain cascaded into her back, it fell into the seeping wounds that marked her back, each drop mark being filled by another type of pain. She let out a whimper as the pain shot through her body, too tired for screaming.

Jacob watched from the doorway, protecting himself from the rain as he glanced thoughtfully up at the darkened sky

'My mother always said that the rain was the tears of angels' he murmured as he walked over to Rose. He bent down and pulled her head back by her hair so that her mud streaked face stared blankly up at him – he smiled emptily at her as he dropped her head back into the mud. And then he pressed his foot on it, he pressed his foot onto her skull so that her head fell into the layers of mud so that she was nearly drowning in it.

'Guess the angels are crying now aye?' he mocked as her body squirmed in reaction. He pulled it up again as he bent down next to her head, her eyes stared angrily up at him as she raised a hand to fight back, he caught her wrist and began to bend it until her eyes filled with pain and her mouth bordered on a scream. He nodded knowingly at her as her feet kicked out, she knew it was useless but she was sick of playing the victim. She ignored the pain and raised her other hand to strike him in the face. He fell down into the mud beside her and spat out blood at her, she turned in the mud and pulled at his shirt, trying to push his form away from her. Instead a piece of paper fell out of his jacket and stuck to her body in the rain. She glanced at him; he was smiling at her now as mud marked the corners of his mouth. She pealed the leaflet off of her skin and squinted to read it in the pale light that was shed from the doorway

'Time for this to stop – fight them before they find you' she whispered the phrase that was familiar in the back of her mind, she ran her fingers along the blood stained sheet and her fingers fell into the marks as she stared up at him.

'You remember don't you?' Jacob spat as he looked down at her

'Do you remember me tearing it from your hands? Do you remember me pressing a gun to your skull? Do you remember me pulling a bag over your head?' he growled. Rose nodded weakly as she stared at him in disbelief

'Good' he murmured as he slowly stood up. He brushed the dirt away from his suit and stared down at where Rose lay in the mud. The rain fell heavily upon him; it was slick upon his hair and fell down his face at the pace of tears. His eyes were as hard as stones as they stared at Rose like emerald jewels from his head; a sneer covered his face as he met her eyes.

'Do you remember me killing your Doctor?'