IT'S FAMILY OF BLOOD TIME!
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Chapter 6
Martha Jones – 1st person
Mister Clarke shot the ceiling with a laser. "There will be silence! All of you!" Some people whispered. "I said silence!"
The announcer walked up to Mister Clarke. "Mister Clarke! What's going on?"
Mister Clarke- or the father now- shot the announcer.
"Mister Smith, everything I told you, just forget it! Don't say anything." I said quickly.
"Now, we have a few questions for Mister Smith." Said the son.
"No, better than that, I heard the maid talking. He is the Doctor." Said the daughter, walking up to them.
"You took human form." Said the son.
"Of course I'm human, I was born human! As were you, Baines. And Jenny, and you, Mister Clarke! What is going on, this is madness!" Said John.
"And a human brain, too! Simple, thick and dull." Said the son.
"He's no good like this." Said the mother. "We need a Time Lord."
"Easily done." Said the son, pointing the gun at John. "Change back!"
"I don't know what you're talking about!" Yelled John.
"Change back!" The son screeched.
Suddenly someone grabbed me. "Get off me!" I said, turning around to see it was Je- the mother- who had grabbed me.
She held a gun to my head. "She's your friend, isn't she? Doesn't this scare you enough to change back?"
"I don't know what you mean!" Said John.
"Wait a minute... The maid told me about Smith and the matron...that woman, there!" Said the mother.
The father grabbed Joan. "Maybe if the human heart breaks the Time Lord will emerge.
"Have you enjoyed it, Doctor? Being human? Has it taught you wonderful things, are you better, richer, wiser? Then let's see you answer this. Which one of them do you want us to kill? Maid or matron? Your friend - or your lover? Your choice."
Suddenly there was a blinding flash of light, and standing in the middle of the room was Rose Tyler, and she was pointing two laser guns at the family.
Rose Tyler – 1st person.
After Martha had told me that the family had found us, I rushed off to my room. I reached for my bag, but pulled my hand away when I remembered that my modern clothes were in the TARDIS.
I cursed under my breath and ran out of the room. I rushed out the school doors and down the path.
I reached the TARDIS in record time.
I unlocked the TARDIS doors and threw them open.
"Welcome, my wolf."
I screamed. "Who's there?" I called, trying (and failing) to make myself look tough.
"Only me."
"Who is 'me'?" I asked.
"The TARDIS. Can't you tell that I am speaking telepathically."
"Can you hear me now?" I thought.
"Yes, I can."
"But how come I can hear you now? Why couldn't I hear you before today?" I asked out loud.
"The wolf is growing stronger. The wolf will return." Said the TARDIS, then silence.
"What do you mean?" I said. No response. I sighed and ran off to my room.
I opened my wardrobe and dug through the clothing. Eventually I found something that would actually fit me. (Was I really that small?)
I changed into some tight jeans, a pink shirt, and a blue leather jacket. I switched my heels for some sneakers and I undid my bun. I pinned a few strands of hair out of my face and dug through my duffle bag, which I had left on the TARDIS.
I pulled out two blasters (thanks Pete) and the button that took me to this universe. I quickly typed in the location of the dance. "Allons-y!" I pushed the button.
Suddenly I was standing in the dance hall, pointing my two guns at the family. "Don't. Move." I said.
"Oh, the librarian." Said Je- the mother mockingly. "You were the last person I'd expect to be part of this."
"Miss Rose, what's going on?" Asked John.
"Quiet you." Was my reply.
"Who are you, little girl?" Asked the son.
"I'll give you a hint. Two words, just two words. Bad Wolf." I said. The family froze.
"Impossible. You were trapped!" Said the mother.
"And yet here I am."
"How did you get back?" Asked the father.
"A few cracks in the universe caused by hm… let's say… four things messing with history." I said. "And let's say those four things made the biggest crack where they were, leading me right to them. And it's really good to know that my name is known across the stars."
"But it's impossible. You can't be here. Two universes should be collapsing!" Said the mother.
"Rose Tyler, defender of the Earth, never abandons her job." I said, shooting the roof for effect.
Suddenly, the family all turned their heads to look at something. Martha was able to twist out of the mother's grasp and point the gun at the son.
"Oh, the maid is full of fire!" Yelled the son.
"And you can shut up!" Yelled Martha, shooting the roof.
"Martha, that roof is gonna collapse." I whispered.
"Careful, son of mine, this is all so you can live forever." Said the father.
"Shoot her down?" Asked the son, pointing his gun at Martha.
"Try it, we'll die together." Said Martha, her hand shaking. My guns were still in my hands, three years of Torchwood training showing.
"Would you really pull the trigger? Looks too scared." Said the son.
"Scared and holding a gun's a good combination. Do you want to risk it?" Asked Martha.
The family lowered their guns, and Joan ran back to John.
"Doctor, get everyone out. There's a door at the side. It's over there. Go on." I said, not lowering my guns.
"Do it, Mister Smith. She means you." Said Martha, tightening her grip on the mother.
Joan began ushering everyone out the doors.
"What about you two?" Asked John.
"We'll be fine." Said Martha.
"Mister Smith, I think you should escort your lady friend to safety." I said.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw John put his hand on Timothy Latimer's shoulder, and then Timothy ran off, looking scared.
Martha steadied her hand. "Don't try anything, or sonny boy gets it."
"Almost brave, this one. I should have taken your form." Said the mother.
"Where is Jenny?" Asked Martha.
"She is consumed, dead in fact, her body is mine. And she went with precious little dignity. All that screaming!" Said the mother.
The family surrounded Martha, and a scarecrow grabbed her from behind. She dropped the gun.
"Get the gun!" Said the father. The son bent down and picked up the gun.
"Are you forgetting about me? I feel so left out." I said, tossing Martha a gun.
"And what are you gonna do, silly little girl?" Asked the mother.
"I've trained at Torchwood for three years. I think I know what I'm doing." I said.
Suddenly two scarecrows started to choke me from behind.
The family ran out of the hall and the scarecrow released me. I collapsed, gasping and taking in big gulps of air.
Martha came over to me. "Hey, you ok?" She asked.
I nodded, taking in a few more deep breaths. She tried to hand me back my gun. "No, keep it. You'll need it." I managed to choke out.
Martha helped me up. "Come one, let's go find the Doctor."
We ran out of the dance hall to find John and Joan still standing there.
I grabbed his arm. "Come on! You're rubbish as a human!" I said, dragging him behind me.
We rushed into the school, and John started ringing the bell. "What are you doing!" Martha shouted.
"Maybe one man can't fight them, but this school teaches us to stand together. Take arms! Take arms!" Called John.
"You can't do that!" I said.
Hutchinson ran over to John. "Sir, what's the matter."
"Enemy at the door! Take arms!" said John.
Hutchinson ran off. More boys began filing down the stairs.
The Doctor started ordering the boys around.
The headmaster came over to John. "Mister Smith, what is happening?" He asked.
"Enemy at the doors!" Replied John.
"Really?" Asked the headmaster, sounding suspicious.
"Is this true Matron?" He asked. The Matron nodded
"Miss Ro- what are you wearing?" Asked the headmaster, sounding slightly alarmed.
"Oh don't start that." I rolled my eyes. I twirled the blaster around my index finger. "And yes, it's true. But the boys won't be able to fight them. This is beyond anything you've ever seen. Even I won't be able to face them, and I've been training to fight these sorts of things for three years."
The headmaster looked even more alarmed, but he quickly snapped out of it. "Take arms!" He called.
I rolled my eyes again. "Sir! These boys are going to die out there! Headmaster!" I yelled, but he was already walking out the doors.
Timothy Latimer – 3rd person
Tim held the watch closer to him as Martha, Rose, and the Matron ran past him.
"No yet, not time. Keep me safe, keep me close." Whispered the watch. Right as Rose ran past Tim, there was a powerful surge of longing coming from the watch.
"Rose." It whispered.
Rose Tyler – 1st person
I was trying to catch up with the Matron when suddenly I heard a whisper. "Rose." Was all it said, then silence.
I looked out the window just in time to see Philips get shot. "Bring us Mister Smith!" Called Baines.
Somebody shouted something and I heard wood and stacks being dragged around below me. Probably building a barricade.
I sighed, when were they going to learn that they can't fight the family!
We rushed into a room and Martha and I started digging around for the watch.
"I know it sounds mad, but when the Doctor became human, he took the alien part of himself and he stored it inside the watch. It's not really a watch; it just looks like a watch." Said Martha.
"By alien you mean not from abroad?" Asked Joan.
"The man you call John Smith, he was born on another world." I said.
"He's a different species." Said Joan, it wasn't a question. Martha nodded.
"So Martha, in this fairytale, who are you." Asked Joan.
"Just a friend. I'm not. I mean, you haven't got a rival, as much as I might, well, you kind of do know." Martha glanced at me. "But I'm just his friend."
"And you Rose?" Asked Joan.
"You could say I'm his lost lover." I said, not looking up.
"So when those… things said you were trapped…"
"They were right. Three years in a parallel universe, training to fight alien threats and to defend the Earth. The whole time I was searching for a way back to him." I said,
Joan was silent for a few seconds. "And Human, I take it?"
"Human, both of us. Don't worry. And more than that, I just don't follow him around. I'm training to be a doctor. Not an alien doctor, a proper doctor. A doctor of medicine." Said Martha.
"Well that certainly is nonsense. Women might train to be doctors, but hardly a skivvy and hardly one of your color." Joan Said rather rudely.
"Oh, don't' start that!" I said.
Martha rolled her eyes and turned to Joan. "Oh, do you think? Bones of the hand. Carpal bones, proximal row. Scaphoid, lunate, triquetal, pisiform. Distal row. Trapezium, trapezoid, capitate, hamate. Then the metacarpal bones extending in three distinct phalanges. Proximal, middle, distal." Said Martha.
"You go girl." I said.
"You read that in a book." Said Joan.
"Yes! To pass my exams! Don't you see this is all true?"
Joan ignored her, turning to me. "Rose? What are you wearing?" She asked.
"Normal, everyday clothes from 2007. Easy to fight in as well. Buns give me headaches, and heels pinch my toes." I said.
Joan stared at us. "I must go." She said, turning around.
"If we find that watch, then we can stop them!" Said Martha.
"Those boys are going to fight. I might not be a doctor, but I'm still their nurse. They need me." Finished Joan, rushing out the door.
Joan Redfern – 1st person
"You're with Armitage and Thwaites. They know the drill. Joan, it's not safe." John said to me.
"I'm doing my duty, just as much as you. Fine evening we've had together." I said jokingly.
"Not quite as planned. "
"Tell me about Nottingham." I said without looking up.
"Sorry?"
"That's where you were brought up. Tell me about it."
"Well, it lies on the River Leen, its southern boundary following the course of the River Trent which flows from Stoke to the Humber." Said John.
"That sounds like an encyclopaedia. Where did you live?
"Broadmoor Street. Adjacent to Hotley Terrace in the district of Radford Parade." Said John, still sounding like he was reciting facts from a book.
"But more that facts. When you were a child, where did you play? All those secret little places, the dens and hideaways that only a child knows? Tell me, John. Please tell me." I begged.
"How can you think that I'm not real? When I kissed you, was that a lie?"
"No, it wasn't. No."
"But this Doctor sounds like some, some romantic lost prince. Would you rather that? Am I not enough?" Asked John.
"No, that's not true. Never."
"I've got to go."
"Martha was right about one thing, though. Those boys, they're children. John Smith wouldn't want them to fight, never mind the Doctor. The John Smith I was getting to know, he knows it's wrong, doesn't he?" I asked.
"Mister Smith, if you please!" Called someone
"What choice do I have?" Asked John. He kissed me lightly and ran off.
Timothy Latimer – 3rd person
Timothy was helping build a barricade with the rest of the boys while Hutchinson went through his normal rant of insults about him.
"This could mean life or death for us Latimer." Said Hutchinson.
"Not for you and me." Said Tim.
"What do you mean?" He asked.
"We survive this and go into battle next year. I've seen it. It means we survive this." Tim looked down at the watch. "And maybe I was given this so I could help. I'm sorry." Tim ran off.
"Latimer, you filthy coward!" Yelled Hutchinson.
"Oh, yes! Every time sir!" Tim shot over his shoulder.
Tim ran into a corridor and sat with the watch in his hands. "Beware her." Whispered the watch.
Tim look up to see the daughter standing there.
"Give me the watch." She said.
"I would, but does the little girl in you want to see this." Tim opened the watch and a golden light shot at the daughter, showing memories of the doctor in battle.
She ran off.
But little did Tim know that outside the family had realized that the Time Lord was hidden inside the watch, in the hands of a schoolboy.
And they were going to do anything to get it.
The courtyard
The boys had just shot all the scarecrows, and standing in the middle of the courtyard was Lucy Cartwright.
The headmaster walked up to her. "You, child. Come out of the way. Come into the school. You don't know who's out there. It's the Cartwright girl, isn't it? Come here. Come to me."
Martha ran out of the school. "Mister Rocastle! Please, don't go near her."
"Sir, she was there at the dance. She was with them." Said John.
"I've seen many things today, but a little girl murdering citizens is not something I'm ready to believe." Said the headmaster
"You're funny." Said Lucy. "So funny." She shot the headmaster.