The chapter before this was more of a proluge, so here is the first real chapter. Enjoy and tell me what you think.
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After willing myself to move from the upstairs hallway, I moved downstairs into the kitchen. I stood in front of the coffee maker as it bubbled and poured into the glass container below. Glancing down at my hands, I moved to weakly grip the counter to stop them from shaking. Leaning foreword my head rested on the cabinet closing my eyes, I let the smell of coffee fill my nose and calm my mind. Blindly reaching out to the upper cabinet, I groped for a mug. I opened my eyes to turn off the coffee maker and quickly threw some into a travel mug. After the event leaving for awhile maybe best. Leaving the mug on the counter, I move to pull on my trainers and slipped into my jacket. I double checked the pockets for money and keys before grabbing the mug. Without looking back, I quickly moved out the door.
I had not prepared well for the weather, cold wind nipped at my bare legs constantly while the slushy snow seeped into my trainers. Holding the warm mug close to my chest it warmed my hands and reminded me that the cold was only temporary. It was like this before, the night I met that odd man. It's been years since and fact started to mix with the fiction of dreams. I could only remember one thing for sure, blue. I ducked my head deeper into my jacket in an attempt to hide from the wind. I noticed my shoelace had come undone, I moved to hide from the wind behind a phone box and knelt down to retie it.
As I finished, I remained knelt down, something was wrong. The street seemed quiet, abnormally quiet. Unwillingly, I lifted my head and let me eyes take in the street. Everyone seemed gone maybe inside or on the street over? There must be construction down the street that must be it. Brushing off my knee, I went to straighten but like a bolt of lightning I felt it. The sweat started again, followed by the irrational fear that started to consume me from the inside out. I was like when home alone and you have to go into the basement as a kid. The whole way to what you need you watch the shadows, and as soon as you get what you need and back to the stairs the irrational fear forces you to run up the stairs like the devil himself is chasing you. Breathing out, I my head started to turn to see what was there.
My hand was wrenched from my side, my head whipped to the right. "Don't look just run." My eyes widened. Before I could question, I was being dragged behind a crazy man with porcupine like hair.
"Wh-what's behind us?" I questioned as the man continued to drag me with him.
"Ktrasin, it's a species that like to follow its prey, usually they stick to other plants. Never really had much of an appetite for humans before." The man said, a certain curiosity coated his voice.
"Ktr-what? Like an al-" My sentence was cut short by a hand covering my mouth, he had whipped me around an alley way corner. We hugged the wall, his back to the brick and mine to his front.
"Shh." My head turned as much as it could and I couldn't help but to stare at him. I tried to say something, but it ended up a muffled jargle of sounds. "Shhh. Ktrasins have very good hearing, we need to be quiet." The man spoke in a hushed whisper, his voice sounded close to my ear. "Now listen, when I move I need you to run. Don't stop, don't look back, just run." I shut my eyes, I tried to speak again say anything but I couldn't. Deep down I knew this was my fault, this thing has been there for so long. I just assumed it resided only in my house. "I need you to nod if you understand." Squeezing my eyes closed, I slowly nodded my head. "Don't worry, I'll be fine." Silence buzzed in my brain, my body tensed in preparation. "GO!" The man shoved me away from himself. "Look at me, I'm a distraction! (1)"
I stumbled away, my legs wobbled. As he tried to get the things attention, I couldn't help but to stare at the skinny man. Out of all of the things he could say that came out of his mouth. My wide eyes met wide, brown eyes and that's when it hit me; Run.
Spinning on my heel, I pushed myself to run. The rubber soles of my trainers slapped the cement. Cold slush clung to my shoes and flung up onto my legs, I could feel it. The world seemed to slow as I ran. I could hear the man shouting but I was unable to decipher what he was yelling. I slid on the slick cement before dashing around the corner. Tripping over my own feet, I caught myself on the wall scraping my hands a little in the process.
I ran all the way back home, taking a longer route then normal to avoid any conflict. By the time I reached my door I was panting and hunched over trying to regain my lost breath. Fumbling with my keys, I finally stuck the right key into the keyhole and twisted until it clicked. As I started to open the door, I felt it. That feeling again, cold sweat and irrational fear. Shrieking, I found myself hurtled into my house and to door slammed shut. An arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me farther into the kitchen. "Let go!" I failed out my legs, trying to get free. "Help! He-"
"Stop yelling, it's me!" I was turned around to face the man from before.
"What reason is that to stop yelling?" I shouted, trying to tug free from his grip. "There's a strange man in my house!" I shouted, trying to tug my arm free. Due to all the running, my breathing had yet to calm I was left panting.
"Hey, I'm..." He paused, an odd look on his face. "Okay, I'm as strange as they come but that doesn't matter now. Right now there's a Ktrasin outside and it's not interested in anyone but you. Why?" He let go of my wrist, "What makes you so special?" His hands held my upper arms, but that didn't stop my struggle. His words had chilled me to the bone, me, why me? "Okay okay, it's outside we're in here." He continued to talk but I started to tune him out.
That's when it hit me, it's outside. Outside of the door, but it was inside when I left it. "Ah...I'm not so sure." I said, my hands moving to grab his forearms.
"Not so sure of what?" He moved in closer.
"When I left, it was in here. M-meaning it got out, what's stopping it from getting in Sir?" I stated.
"No Sir, just The Doctor. Now we're going to think out a-"
"DUCK!" I hollered, my hand shot out and grabbed his tie yanking him down with me. I felt the air above my head move, "Run! Up the stairs into the first room!" I shouted, never releasing his tie and took off towards the stairs. My legs and chest burned, my throat felt dry and I think I'd puke if there was anything in my stomach.
I felt two hands land on my back, they started to push me up the stairs. "So I never did get a name." We ran into the full bathroom, before I could answer the man, the Doctor, turned and slammed the door shut. He took out a metal pen like device.
"A fancy pen isn't going to save us. Lock the door, just twist that there."
"It's not a pen! It's a sonic screwdriver and-"
"Doesn't matter! Lock the door!" I shouted, reaching around him and twisting the lock.
"You know you shout a lot." The Doctor said, "Could you release my tie?" I looked down to see my hands holding the tie in a death grip, my knuckles white.
"Ah yeah, sorry." Releasing his tie, I saw the poor red fabric was wrinkled form my grip. "I-I'm Allie, Allie Johnson." I said turning and moving to sit on the covered toilet seat. "So, Doctor why are you here? In my house?"
"The Ktrasin, it's after you and I don't know why. Why is this room all blue?" He asked, glancing around taking in the bathroom.
"Hey! My house you're the in-" I yelped as the Ktrasin, or whatever he called it, slammed into the door. I took a shaky breath and tried to calm my nerves.
"Why aren't you surprised?" The man moved closer, "Most humans I've met that end up in this kinda thing, they scream and cry. I mean you scream but that's anger not..." He was kneeling in front of me.
"Not what?" I asked, trying not to stare at him to much.
"Fear."
(1) - I couldn't resist a spin off of the 11th doctors quote in one of the last episodes of season 5.