Helloooooo ! Sorry, took me long to do this, don't have much time.
I just post you this before going to sleep! I'll write more as soon as possible!
Enjoy!
Melody - x.
Chapter 22
London, 5:02pm, 22nd April, 2011
The sun was shining upon London, reflecting its rays against the windows of a steam train that was whistling as it was passing through the skies of the city on a high railway and was surrounded by cars flying, thanks to colourful hot air balloons. The radios in the cars were all playing the news about the solar flares and sunspot activities, on the playground below, children were playing before being chased by pterodactyls willing to eat their sandwiches. At the corner of the nearest street, a centurion on his Roman chariot towed by two black horses was waiting for the traffic lights to turn green before making his way between the cars of the streets of London while, on the televisions displayed in the shop nearby, Charles Dickens was giving some hints about the Christmas special episode he wrote. A few seconds later though, the image changed to let a journalist present the news with, as first headline, something about the Holy Roman Emperor Winston Churchill who returned to Buckingham senate on his personal mammoth.
The senate was a big white building, decorated with red and gold banners embroidered with four letters: SPQR, standing for Senatus Populus Que Romanus, The Senate and People of Rome. And that was where the Holy Roman Emperor named Winston Churchill lived and governed.
The man was in his office with a lizard human Doctor, a Silurian, who was checking his blood pressure.
"Not too many late nights in Gaul, I hope" he said.
"Just the one, Malohkeh." answered Churchill. "I had an argument with Cleopatra. Dreadful woman. Oh, excellent dancer."
"Yeah, I can tell from your blood pressure…"
The Emperor looked at the grandfather clock in the corner of the room, which was indicating 5:02pm.
"What time do you have, Doctor Malohkeh?"
"Two minutes past five, Caesar."
"It's always two minutes past five. Day or night, it's always two minutes past five in the afternoon! Why is that?"
"Because that is the time, Caesar." said Malohkeh.
"And the date! It's always the twenty second of April! Does it not bother you?"
"The date and time have always been the same, Caesar. Why should it start bothering me now?"
Winston Churchill, disturbed, asked:
"I want to see the Soothsayer, where is he?"
"In the Tower, where you threw him last time."
"Get him!"
After the personnel under his orders went for the Soothsayer, they brought him back to Churchill's office, throwing him at his feet.
"Leave us." ordered Churchill to the Roman guards. "Tick tock, goes the clock, as the old song says." he said, leaning in and looking back at the grandfather clock. "But they don't, do they? The clocks never tick. 'Something has happened to Time', that's what you said, what you never stop saying. 'All of History is happening at once', but what does it mean?" he continued, frowning. "What happened? Explain to me in terms I can understand, what happened to Time?"
Dressed with a Roman toga and his feet and hands in chains, the Soothsayer looked up at the Emperor, his wild and long hair and beard still allowing his bright green eyes to sparkle with something of a mischievous enthusiasm. The Doctor. The Soothsayer was the Doctor.
"A woman."
Earlier…
In a wrecked ship, amidst the dust and smoke, a tall shape topped by a stetson hat walked towards an almost destroyed Dalek.
"Imagine you were dying. Imagine you were afraid and a long way from home and in terrible pain." said the shape, getting closer and closer, until eventually, his face could be discovered. "Just when you thought it couldn't get any worse, you looked up, and saw the face of the devil himself… Hello, Dalek." said the Doctor.
The Dalek started to shout in its annoying electronic voice:
"Emergency! Emergency! Weapon system disabled! Emergency!"
The Doctor took out his sonic screwdriver and quickly managed to open to top of the Dalek.
"Hush now, I need some information from your data core, anything the Daleks know about the Silence."
The docks of Calisto B
The Doctor walked along the docks before entering a bar filled with aliens. He walked straight to the red-skinned barman and said:
"Gideon Vandaleur. Get him. Now."
"Who says he's here?" answered the man defiantly.
The Time Lord abruptly put the eyestalk of the Dalek on the counter with a smirk, making the barman instantly go ask for this Gideon Vandaleur.
A short while later, the Doctor was sat at a table with the man he asked for.
Gideon Vandaleur was wearing a black robe and an eye patch, the Doctor had already seen one worn by Madam Kovarian at Demons Run.
"Father Gideon Vandaleur, former envoy of the Silence, my condolences."
"Your what?" Gideon asked, not understanding.
"Gideon Vandaleur has been dead for six months." the Doctor said, pulling out his sonic screwdriver and immobilizing the man. Then he flicked it and pointed it to the eye and looked at the tiny person in it. "Can I speak to the Captain please?"
After the little man nodded, the Doctor spoke up again:
"Hello again! The Teselecta time-travelling, shape-shifting, robot powered by miniaturized people… Never gets bored of that! Long time since Berlin."
"Doctor, what have you done to our systems?" asked the Captain.
"They'll be fine if you behave. Now, this unit can disguise itself as anyone in the universe, so if you're posing as Vandaleur, you're investigating the Silence. Tell me about them." deduced the Doctor.
"Tell you what?"
"One thing, Just one." he said, looking straight at the Teselecta in the eye. " Their weakest link."
Calisto B - Live Chess Arena:
In the middle of an arena, crowded with people shouting at the top of their lungs, were two men sitting around a table, playing chess. Live chess to be exact.
One was wearing a stetson hat, and the other had a face that looked quite distorted and was wearing an eye patch similar to Gideon's and Madam Kovarian's.
"The crowd are getting restless." stated the Doctor with a smirk. "They know the Queen is your only legal move, except you've already moved it twelve times, which means there are now over four million volts running through it. That's why they call it Live Chess. Even with the gauntlet you'll never make it to Bishop Four alive." he continued with the look of a winner.
"I am a dead man, unless you concede the game." said the man with a hoarse voice.
"But I'm winning." stated the Doctor, leaning in.
"Name your price."
"Information."
"I work for the Silence. They would kill me." said the player.
"They are going to kill me too very soon." answered the Doctor. "I was going to lie down and take it, but you know what? Before I go, I'd like to know why I have to die."
"Dorium Maldovar is the only one who can help you."
"Dorium's dead. The Monks beheaded him at Demons Run." said the Doctor, obviously still affected by the blue-skinned, fat man's death.
"I know." he said with a smile. "Concede the game, Doctor, and I'll take you to him."
The Doctor's lips twitched a small smile before he decided to concede the game.
The Seventh Transept:
The Doctor and Gantok, the man from the Live Chess, walked into the catacombs, where the Headless Monks kept the leftovers. Spider webs, dust and roots were all over the place, and skulls on the floor and in the walls were stored by the thousands.
"Watch your step, there are traps everywhere." said Gantok, holding a torch.
As some skulls seemed to twitch, the Doctor said:
"I hate rats!"
"There are no rats in the transept."
"Oh, good."
"The skulls eat them" Gantok added.
At those words, all the skulls turned around to look at the newcomers with their wide, sinister and empty orbits.
'The Monks behead you alive, remember?" said Gantok.
The men stepped forward though their steps were not so sure anymore, until they arrived at the main chamber, where pillars were standing there with squared and well decorated boxes on them.
"Why are some of them in boxes?" asked the man in a stetson.
"Because some people are rich and some people are left to rot." the other answered. "And Dorium Maldovar was always very rich."
The Doctor took out his sonic screwdriver and opened Dorium's box. A fat blue head was resting in it, eyes closed. A few seconds later thought, Dorium's head sneezed, making the Doctor jump, not expecting this. He turned to Gantok before looking back at the head:
"Thank you for bringing me, Gantok."
"My pleasure, it saves me the trouble of burying you. Nobody beats me at chess!" said the eye patched man. He drew his weapon and pointed to the Doctor, stepping forward.
As a click was heard only by the Doctor, the floor disappeared under Gantok's feet, throwing him into a pit. The Doctor tried to grab his hand and pull him out, but the skulls that filled the pit attacked Gantok and soon there was no more Gantok to see…
The skulls, done with the chess player suddenly turned around, looking and hissing at the Doctor, who immediately used his sonic to close the trap door, waking Dorium up.
"Hello? Is someone there?" he asked. As the Doctor walked up into his visual field he exclaimed: "Ah, Doctor! Thanks God it's you! The Monks, they turned on me."
"Well, I'm afraid they rather did, a bit." the Time Lord said, uneasy.
"Give it straight to me, Doctor. How bad are my injuries?"
"Well…"
"Ha ha! Oh your face!" Laughed Maldovar, obviously making fun of the Doctor.
"This is absurd!" exclaimed Churchill taking his cigar out of his mouth and standing up. "Other worlds, carnivorous skulls, talking heads! I don't know why I'm listening to you!"
"Because, in another reality, you and I are friends." explained the Soothsayer, the Doctor, who was sitting at Churchill's office. "And you sense that, just as you sense there is something wrong with Time."
"You mentioned a woman."
"Yes. I'm getting to her." said the Doctor.
"What's she like? Attractive I assume." Churchill asked, making the Doctor smirk.
"Hell. In high heels."
"Tell me more."
Let me know what you think, was quite an exercise for description! :)