A/N: Once again in e-media. They took our headphones away but I used my common sense and put my iPod ones into the back of the Apple computer…YAY for smartness! Keeping awake by creating these ideas :D ENJOY!

Chapter 11 – Death By Daleks

Kirsty's POV

"No." Was the only thing I could say to the sight before me. There was a single dome-like structure hovering above the city but it stretched out for miles. As it moved, it blocked out the sun and we were lunged into darkness. The structure stopped and the worst happened.

Somewhere at the side of the structure, a door opened. It was like a garage door but out came the worst possible creature to ever manage to walk…or move across the earth.

Daleks. Thousands of them. Possibly millions.

Pandemonium struck and I could hear screams coming from every floor of the hotel. Michael tensed up and took my hand but didn't speak. None of us did. They were back, to kill us.

"S-should I call the Doctor?" Tiff said, being the first to break the silence in the room.

"Sure" I said. We still stayed rooted to the spot, not daring to move in case we were spotted by the Daleks. That plan didn't work for long. One of the oncoming Daleks spotted us all stood there and shot at us, shattering the glass. I scream and dragged Michael back into the TARDIS. The rest followed and we locked ourselves in.

"Fly this thing Tiff!" I shouted.

"I did before but we ended here again!" She shouted back.

"Well press a button and get us out of here!"

"I'll phone the doctor then."

"Hurry!" I said as I tried to de-stress and relieve the panic I was now feeling. Michael came over and hugged me until I was calm enough to talk without snapping at people.

"We'll get through this, Kirsty, and even if we don't I know something will work out for us. It did last time." He said while holding me closer. I didn't want to tell him that I wouldn't end up dead, no matter what happened. Mainly because he would be upset that I would stay young but watch him grow old, but also because I knew that if anything happened, Michael would end up dead.

Across the room, I could hear Tiff on the phone. She was talking about the controls and Daleks and how we needed to go back somewhere. She walked over to the console and pressed a few buttons. The TARDIS gave a huge lurch and I was thrown into the wall, shattering my arm.

"CRAP!" Tiff screamed as she ran towards me, "Are you okay?"

"Yea, my arm just hurts a bit, that's all" I reassured her. It didn't hurt a bit though, it hurt a lot.

"It's bleeding…" She said. I jumped up and realised that my arm was in fact, covered in blood. Blood was pouring onto the floor in huge surges and staining my clothes.

"Come here." Tiff said, dragging me towards the TARDIS' wardrobe, "Pick some clothes and get changed quickly."

As soon as I was changed, Tiff took my old shirt and wrapped it around my arm as tight as she could.

"This should stop the blood." She said.

"It better…" I replied, "How did it get cut anyway?"

"You must have caught it on something when you fell."

"Ah." I said, walking out of the wardrobe. Sarah, Gareth and Michael were just sat around looking worried. The TARDIS stopped moving about 5 minutes ago but none of us knew where we were. Tiff flicked a few switched and something came up on the screen. It looked like the inside of a science lab, the walls were all white and there were chemicals stacked on shelves against the wall. I walked over to the door and opened it up slowly.

Dozens of alarms went off and we were surrounded. By the Daleks.

A/N: SAVE MEEEE. I'm getting writers block :( Blame e-media…