-Sorry for the long wait, I've had a lot of homework and stuff. And I also apologize if you find this chapter short. I would've made it longer, but I really wanted to post something
"Welcome to Alcatraz, 1942!" the Doctor says.
I step out onto a white cliff and look at Alcatraz. I don't understand how I'm here.
"Come on, what are you waiting for?" he asks as he closes my mouth. He starts hiking up to the building. I jog after him.
"How the hell did I get here? I was in New York, like, five minutes ago." I'm still baffled, but I continue walking after him.
"As I said, I travel through time and space. The TARDIS does most of the work, I just choose where we go." He continues babbling on about time and aliens and stuff, but I block it out and take in my surroundings. It's night, and very cold. I'm thankful for my sweater. The lighthouse light spins around and it passes over us. I have to shield my eyes.
The Doctor wraps an arm around my shoulder and pulls me close. "What do you think?" he says. He's smiling and looks like a kid in a candy store. "If I'm not mistaken, Robert Stoud checked in today."
"Robert Stoud?"
"Yeah, the Birdman? You should know who he is. He was a psychopath with a high I.Q. and -," I cut him off.
"I know who he is, I once did a project on him for English class, but you said he 'checked in' today. He dies in the fifties or something. It's 2029." He smiles at what I said. I don't see what's so funny.
I step away when he says, "I can travel through time and space. I can go where ever I want. I told you already that. I told you we were in 1942. To be specific, it's the nineteenth of December."
All of a sudden, a loud noise rings through the island. Men in funny uniforms surround us and four of them seize us. I try to push them off, but they are stronger than me. I look over to the Doctor and he's freaking smiling. He's being held down by two guys who could easily beat him up, and he's smiling.
A man in a dark navy uniform steps forward. "Take them to cell b-49," he directs to the officers holding us, "I'll talk to them at 0100." They push me towards the way we were going, and I lash out as their grip loosens.
I punch the guy to the guy to the left in the face and kick out the legs of the other man. They fall, but the dude I punched slaps me across the face. I grab my knife and stab him in the stomach, and then do the same for the guy on the ground.
I look over at the Doctor and a look of horror fills his face. His mouth is agape, his eyes as wide as a shark's unhinged jaw. The same with the men holding him, but there's a bit of envy that is seen on them.
I'm about to help the Doctor, but I hear a gunshot behind me and turn around. The officer with the navy clothes shot a bullet right at me. I look down and see blood running down my right arm. It drips from my fingers and onto the mud, swirling with the brown to create marbled effect.
The Doctor runs forward and grabs my arm. "Look at what you did!" he screams, "Nothing should ever end with violence, nothing." The men then grab us and push us toward Alcatraz.
