DUN DUN DUUUHH...the villain is revealed! Hurray! Now all of you tell me your suspicions before...if you had any. xD
Anywhoo, this chapter came to me in about an hour, and I've posted it rather late so forgive me for any grammatical or weird errors.
That being said, read, review, and enjoy!
Amy woke with a start. She blinked several times, trying to adjust to the low light. It took her a moment to realize that she was in a large, dimly lit room, filled with little flashing lights. She blinked hard, and realized suddenly that there was something large in front of her…it looked almost like a person. She moaned faintly, trying to regain control of her senses. She was aware that her head was throbbing painfully, but as she looked down at herself, she realized that there really wasn't anything wrong with her, apart from a few scrapes and bruises. She shook her head again, trying to clear it, and looked up.
Amy screamed, and started so badly that she nearly flipped the chair she was tied to over. At that moment the part of her brain that wasn't freaking out was thinking about why she was tied to a chair. Seriously? She thought. That is SO overused… However, she was distracted by what was in front of her, and she tried to find her voice.
"Excuse me?" she asked hoarsely. She cleared her throat. Apparently she had been out for quite a while, because her voice was extremely cracked. "Can you hear me? Are you alright? Do you know where we are?" she asked, but she got no answer from the woman who was sitting in front of her. She was not tied to a chair; in fact, she was sitting quite calmly, her hands folded neatly in her lap like a proper business woman. She was dressed quite sharply, as if she expected to walk into a fancy job that day. It was at that moment, that Amy realized that whoever this was, they were at least partially responsible for her capture. She struggled a little bit, trying to get her wrists free.
"Do not try to escape," the woman said. Her voice was calm, collected, and yet almost…monotonous, and on the last word, she Amy swore she caught a waver. Amy swallowed hard, staring at her. She definitely seemed like an enemy, but at the same time there was something very wrong with the picture she was staring at. The woman seemed very neat, and very much like she was indeed the one responsible for Amy being trapped, but there was one thing off. The woman's eyes. They were slightly wide, and almost fearful, like she didn't know what she was doing. Maybe she was being ordered, forced to serve against her will? However, that didn't seem right either.
"What's going on? Who are you?" Amy said forcefully, trying to hide the fear in her voice. A slight smirk appeared on the woman's face.
"Wouldn't you like to know," she said snidely. Amy started a little, looking around. She could have sworn she heard something. She looked up to see a snake creature enter, standing quietly by what appeared to be a tall, arched doorway. "Amelia Pond, I have a few questions for you."
Amy stiffened, eyes narrowing slightly, trying to muster her courage. She didn't say anything.
"I take it you haven't been traveling with the Doctor recently?" the woman asked. Amy frowned a little, wondering if she should reply. There was no harm answering that question, right?
"Yeah," she said carefully, but she couldn't keep a slight quaver out of her voice. Apparently, the woman could tell. However, despite the widening of the smile that somehow did not seem to fit her face, she said nothing.
"You know, we could have avoided this whole mess if you had simply spoken to my boys earlier," the woman said with a smile. Amy managed a snort at that.
"Before, or after they kidnapped and tried to kill us?" she asked angrily. The woman sighed and shook her head slightly.
"I do apologize, they can be rather rude," she said, speaking as if she were talking about a misbehaving child. Amy gasped.
"What are you doing?" she cried fearfully. For she had heard it again; a voice, a whisper coming from somewhere in the shadow lit room. She pondered this for a moment; how were shadows light? Yet they were. The woman blinked slowly, staring at her for a moment. Amy glanced fearfully at the woman, trying to edge further away, although she only succeeded in pressing herself more against the chair.
"I'm afraid I don't know what you mean," she said softly, the distant hiss even more prominent. Amy stared at her fearfully. The woman paused for a moment, and then continued.
"Well, you and your friends did me a great favor in killing those soldiers back there, as I had ordered them not to kill you, but they just don't listen do they? It says here that you traveled with the Doctor until roughly around the year 2011 when he broke it off, and I'm afraid, it's a little bit fuzzy after that," she paused, and gasped in happy realization. Amy stiffened, flinching slightly. Her headache got worse.
"What do you mean, it says here, I haven't got paperwork on when I've been traveling with the Doctor," Amy growled irritably. The woman ignored this.
"Oh, bless him! Well, I can see the Doctor understands the value of information, as he's put up a little shield for you, so I can't access the vital information," she sighed. Then, it seemed like she remembered that Amy was talking to her. "Oh! Why can't you see?" the woman held up a sheet of paper, filled with words, and as she glanced at it, Amy saw that her name appeared frequently.
"Where did you get that?" she asked, out of fear, and curiosity. The woman leaned forward.
"Not from the government," she whispered, and then giggled. Amy stared at her. This woman was crazy. "Oh my, that does sound funny, doesn't it?" she said, apparently in wonder at the sound of her voice. "My dear girl, you must realize by know where I'm getting this information from? It says you have a husband named Rory, and that you and him recently ran into one metacrisis Doctor and Rose Tyler, before meeting up with Lucy Scullvanger, Martha Jones, and Jack Harkness. Sorry, Captain Jack Harkness, and apparently you've made it very clear that you are married, and have a child by the name of Melody Pond, or River Song, who is also present."
"How do you know that?" Amy cried without thinking.
"Oh sorry dear," she said with mock sympathy. "How's that headache?"
Amy gasped in horror and realization.
"You're reading my mind!" she cried.
"Very good, full marks for one Amelia Pond," the woman said sarcastically.
"Who are you?" Amy snarled on the verge of tears. She didn't know what to do, how could she keep that wretched woman out of her mind? Yet as she stared at her, she still saw something off, and was drawn back to her original thoughts.
"Ah yes, I suppose, I'll give you a little hint, after all, the Doctor should at least know his opponents name I suppose. Well, for starters, I'm not in the room."
"What?" Amy asked incredulously.
"Nope, not here, somewhere else, and I'm waving at you but you can't see me," she said cheerfully.
"Why are you doing this?" Amy whispered. "Who is this poor woman you've possessed?"
"My motives probably wouldn't mean anything to you, and as for this woman, well; we've been acquainted for a very long time. As for you, well thank you very much Amelia, but I'm afraid this conversation is over, as I have extracted all of the information I need."
Amy's heart, which had already been beating rapidly, now picked up a frantic pace as she struggled to keep calm.
"Are you going to kill me?" she asked hoarsely.
"Goodness me, dear, what do you take me for, a barbarian? No, no, no, no, that method is for savages, I'm going to let you go, however whether or not you survive the trip down is your own decision."
"What?" Amy asked, so shocked that she almost forgot her fear.
"Oh yes, for now it's your choice," the woman said nonchalantly. "Although," she added. "Either way, it's going to hurt….a lot."
Without warning, Amy's head practically exploded with pain, and she was barely aware as he scream rent through the air and she fell to her knees. Before she could even comprehend the situation, the rest of her body was in flames, horrible wrenching pain like every bone in her body was being broken, like knives were slicing between her ribs. She felt like she was dissolving, slowly, agonizingly. However, through her pain, she heard something very distinct.
"Now that you're on your way back, and you've chosen pain over death, I have two things I would like you to tell the Doctor,"
The voice was low, distant, and almost a hiss, but this time it was definitely male. As the pain consumed her, and Amy's world began to darken, she caught the voice again, distant, but audible.
"Tell the Doctor that Donna Noble has left the Library, and also tell him, that I've been waiting for him for so long, in the dark, and the cold, and the diamonds…tell him, my name is Midnight."
And then, everything went black.
Rory had panicked, and already run off in the direction Lucy had pointed that the snake men had appeared to go, the Doctors, Jack, and River were working on the bomb, and Rose had disappeared with Rory to keep him company. Lucy, feeling rather useless, was sitting on her jacket in the snow, fiddling with a blade of dead grass that had managed to poke through the snowy ground. For some reason, she enjoyed peeling off each little layer of the blade, making it smaller and smaller, quite distracted by this activity until she heard the crunch of snow, and looked up to see Martha coming over.
"Hey," she said dully, but with a smile. "Mind if I join you?"
"Yeah, sure," Lucy replied, moving over so that Martha could sit on her coat as well. The two of them sat there in silence for a moment, watching as Jack and River appeared to be arguing about something while the eleventh Doctor tried to shut them up and the tenth Doctor was fiddling with wires. Lucy half smiled as she watched this.
"He's so different," Martha muttered. Lucy nodded silently, not really aware that she was doing so.
"I suppose," she muttered. "When did you meet him?"
"Long time ago," Martha replied softly. She looked rather distant. "Must have been...2007. I met him in a hospital and a bunch of space rhinos…the Judoon or something took the whole thing to the moon and back all in one morning."
"Sounds exciting," Lucy mused.
"It was…but it was just as terrifying,"
"When is it not?"
The two women both chuckled, and then lapsed into that awkward silence again.
"It feels like it's never going to end," Lucy said suddenly. She didn't know what prompted her to say it, but she did.
"What do you mean?" Martha asked, mildly puzzled.
"Well, I mean, the traveling…and the Doctor….he seems so forever, it's like, he's going to be zooming around the stars for the rest of eternity, and we're just going to drop off the band wagon, and he'll move on,"
"Well yeah, life has to go on, if there's one thing I've learned about traveling with the Doctor, it's that we're very small, but even the tiniest thing can make all the difference in the universe," Martha replied. Lucy nodded.
"Yeah…" she said distantly, allowing the meaning of these words to sink in.
There was a pause.
"What's it like living in the twenty fifth century?" Martha asked.
"Brilliant, not actually too different from here, well, when I say here…I mean in your present, blimey this gets confusing doesn't it?" said Lucy. "But it's amazing; humans moving out among the stars, starting to really explore…" she trailed off.
"I'd like to see it," Martha mused.
"Well, after this mess is over, you should come see it with the Doctor and me," Lucy said.
"God, that really is tempting," Martha said, grinning. "But I couldn't, I've got a husband to go home too."
"Ah yes, Mr. Mickey then, how is he?" Lucy said with a grin. Martha frowned, confused.
"How do you know him?" Martha asked, puzzled.
"Come on now, you guys weren't a pack of stray dogs," Lucy said with a grin. Martha raised an eyebrow.
"I suppose that's a good thing," she muttered.
"Of course it is!" Lucy said.
"Don't you get tired of it though? I mean, the constant danger, and saving the world over and over again?" Martha asked.
"Nope," Lucy said without hesitation. "I don't think I'll ever be able to stop. I've still got places to go, and people to see after two years, and I'm sure my list will just keep on growing,"
"I just could live like that anymore…it was too….too much," Martha faltered slightly. They stopped talking and enjoyed the silence a little longer, both aware that there were secrets in the conversation they had just had, secrets that needed to be told, but that would be ignored.
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