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Chapter five: Rage and Mercy
The Doctor bursts through the Tardis doors and flings his top hat angrily across the floor like a frisbee.
"What's a Lothlorian?" I ask, following him up to the console.
"An alien," The Doctor replies "A very nasty alien."
"Like you?"
The Doctor stares at me before speaking. "No, not like me. I'm not red with horns and a tail, am I?"
"I don't know. You could be a shape shifter." I point out.
"Oh, be quiet." He snaps.
"All right, calm down." I say, rolling my eyes. "What are we going to do then? We can't just let a weird alien go round killing people."
"You're absolutely right. You said you were good at history didn't you? When was old jack caught?"
I wrack my brain and close my eyes trying to focus on a date. "He wasn't caught but he stopped in….. Eighteen eighty nine I think."
A lurch of the Tardis makes Lyric snaps her eyes open and grab the handrail.
"Nice history." The Doctor grins, presses one more button and the jerking floor stops. The Doctor strides over to his tweed jacket and pulls what looks like a screwdriver out of the top pocket.
"What's that?" Lyric asks.
"It's a sonic screwdriver. It sonics things." The Doctor replies flipping it into the air and catching it.
"You should take the cane. You could whack him with it." Lyric points out. "And that's sonic too."
"I don't do whacking." The Doctor says. "The screwdriver's better anyway. We going then?"
"Hang on a tic." Lyric says running up the stairs back to the wardrobe room. She comes back down a moment later holding a pointy blue parasol.
"What have you got that for?" The Doctor asks, picking his hat up off the floor.
"Well, you have the screwdriver, Tardis and are a lot taller than me. I need something to defend myself with." she says, swinging the parasol above her head and snapping it back down so the point hits the floor with a sharp crack.
"Charming, aren't you?" The Doctor states, looking her up and down.
"Yep. Let's go monster bashing." Lyric grins, walking out the Tardis, parasol over one shoulder. The Doctor follows her, carefully avoiding the place where he'd stepped in horse dung.
The street lamps are lit, leaving the cobbled street in flickering half-darkness. Shadows whip back and forth from corners and alleys making Lyric shiver with dread.
"Where we gonna find him?" she asks, swinging the parasol from hand to hand nervously.
"I don't know. Let's just go have a look shall we?" The Doctor smiles, setting off down a random alley, sonic screwdriver pointed ahead of him. Alley after alley he and Lyric walk down, only the buzzing light of the sonic guiding their way.
Suddenly, a hissing sound from behind them makes The Doctor spin round. The Lothlorian steps out from the shadows, knife in one hand, pointed tail cracking at the air. The Doctor holds up both hands and slowly advances towards the Lothlorian. The Lothlorian snarls and slashes the air in front of The Doctor with his knife. The Doctor jumps back, nearly knocking Lyric off her feet.
"It's okay, calm down. We just want you away from here." The Doctor says. The devil like alien slowly lowers his knife to his side. "That's better. Why did you kill those women?"
A chilling smile creeps over his lips. "Fun.." he snarls, his voice rough and grating. "One more before the night is up!"
He shrieks, kicking The Doctor to the floor and leaping over him. He grabs Lyric by the throat and leaps onto the roof.
"Lyric!" The Doctor yells after her as the Lothlorian runs from rooftop to rooftop, his nails digging into Lyric's neck sharply.
They stop on the flat bit of a long stone roof, domed in the middle. The Lothlorian throws Lyric to the floor, grinning manically. Lyric reaches up a hand to her neck. It's wet from where his nails had broken the skin.
"Get up. Up!" he growls, his tail flicking from side to side as she stumbles to her feet.
"Doctor!" Lyric screams, backing away, dropping her parasol. "Doctor!"
"No one to help you now." the snarling creature grins, advancing towards her, knife gleaming in the half light. Lyric sees an opening and goes for it, trying to sprint past the man. He leaps towards her and grabs her by the hair, spinning her round. Suddenly, his knife is at her throat, carving a thin cut right the way across. Lyric screams at the top of her lungs, kicking out.
"I'd pop her down if I were you." A voice says from behind them. The creature turns slowly, not letting his grip on Lyric falter. The Doctor is leaning against the domed roof, sonic an hand, top hat slightly askew.
"How did you find us?" The Lothlorian asks, yellow teeth bared.
"I have a Tardis. Now, I'm not going to say it again. Put. Her. Down." The Doctor glares, slowly walking towards Lyric. The Lothlorian laughs, a harsh, guttural laugh and begins to back away.
"No. One more kill, then we talk." He says, getting ready to slit Lyric's throat.
Suddenly, Lyric kicks up her foot, throwing the parasol into her hand. She spins it round and jams it into the killer's side. He doubles over coughing as Lyric jumps out his path. The Doctor runs forwards, snatching up the dropped knife and kicking the Lothlorian against the roof. Now it's the Lothlorian with the knife at his throat, held in place by The Doctor.
"Today was not the right day to hurt my friends." The Doctor snarls. "My compassion has been stretched enough."
"Kill me then. Be done." The creature spits.
"As you wish." The Doctor mummers and raises the knife.
I believe that our decisions shape who we are. Every decision we make will affect someone's life in one way or another. Even crossing the road could kill someone. Split second decisions usually have the worst repercussions as when their made, whatever someone's feeling at that specific time can alter their whole life. And this is probably the worst decision I've ever made.
The Doctor is about to open up the Lothlorian's throat with a single slash of the knife. And I've never been one for standing by when someone does something they'll regret.
I smash my parasol against The Doctor's shins, making him fall flat on his face with a startled yelp. Spinning round, I whack the Lothlorian's face hard as I can with the other end of the umbrella thing. He drops to the floor, unconscious.
The Doctor's on his feet, knife still in hand. "Why the hell did you do that?" he yells, throwing it aside.
"I didn't want him dead!" I yell right back in his face, "If we kill him, we're no better than him! You told me you helped people and killing doesn't help anyone."
The Doctor takes a step back, ruffling his hair out his face. "Yes, yes, you're right." He holds his head in his hands for a moment then regains composure. "Right. The Tardis can send him back home. I can you stay here with him, you go get the Tardis."
"As if. One, I can't fly the Tardis and Two, I'm not leaving you here alone with him." I say.
"I'm not leaving you alone with him either." The Doctor replies. On the floor, the Lothlorian mumbles and starts to get up. I snap my parasol round and slam it into the back of his head. He drops back to the ground with a groan.
"I think I can handle him." I grin. The Doctor looks at me a moment then walks to the edge of the roof.
"Don't move. And don't let him move either." He says, backing down a ladder on the side of the building. I give a wave before his dropping to the ground shaking once his head is out of sight.
I breathe deeply, trying to calm my trembling hands before he comes back. The vrooping Tardis noise shocks me to my feet. The Lothlorian has disappeared and in his place is the Tardis. The doors swing open and The Doctor jumps out.
"That's him gone. In you get." He grins, standing out the way to let me in. "What do you want to do now?"
"I want to get out of this bloody corset and get some sleep." I reply, dropping the parasol by the door and heading up the stairs. "See you later."
Enjoy this long, long chapter that didn't take me half as long as the last one. I could hardly type fast enough!