Chapter 23 – "Void Stuff"
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Slitheen had abandoned the place but it was in a complete mess. Chairs had been thrown around and the distinctive smell of warm blood rang through the place like a plague. The fact that I could tell the difference between warm and cold blood scared me, but also reminded me...
"Kirsty!" I yelled before speeding down multiple hallways. I remembered them almost perfectly; if I took a right at the top of this corridor, the door should lead to where the fight happened. I turned the corner, flew through the door and there it was. The aftermath.
Tiff rounded the corner behind me and immediately spotted Philip stirring from his long sleep. Shrieking, she ran over to him and they both went to check on some adult that was lay in a bloody mess against the door at the opposite side of the room. I quickly scoped the room but I couldn't see the tell-tale ginger colour anywhere. Music seemed to hum softly through the speakers; Kirsty told me a while ago how the Daleks hated any form of music whatsoever.
And bury me in all my favourite colours...
Panicking, I paced the floor, still searching for her now brittle body. Tiff and Philip were still at the other side of the room and it took all of my strength not to scream at them for being so inconsiderate. Quickly, I ran up the steep stairs to the very top of the dome and found the best vantage point. It was from up here that I saw here.
She wasn't miles away that I'd have to run back down and across the bowl to see her, but she was next to me. Kirsty. My Kirsty. Her hair was dull and faded, just as her skin was white and lifeless. I walked slowly over to her, pleading for a final chance for her to be alive.
Propped up against a wall, she still looked perfect. I didn't dare open them but I knew the sparkle that usually filled her eyes would have gone with the wonderful being that was her soul. I fell to my knees beside her, dry tears falling down my face. One of them splashed onto her now cold hands; I took it in my own. She wasn't yet stiff but her hand was clenched around something so tightly I couldn't get at it. Suddenly, it opened as if she was alive. My eyes darted up to hers but there was still no stir. Something had fallen on the floor, I carefully picked it up.
"Void." Was all it said. I tossed it to the side, it wasn't even her writing. I pushed my arm through the weight of her lifeless mass and managed to pull her up into my arms. Gently carrying her down the stairs, a few of my tears fell onto her pale face. I set her down and wiped them away. All the life was gone completely now, even the way she looked like she was sleeping when she was propped up against the wall, now she just looked like a lump of meat. Perfect, beautiful, meat.
Philip came over and sat down beside her; I glared at him. I couldn't even say a word but my eyes signified "leave her alone." I must have been sat for a good half 5 minutes but time had seemed to stop. Nobody dared move, probably scared in case I got a little too angry. Her lips slightly parted, I took Kirsty into my arms again. It was stupid of me really; I've always wanted to me a pathologist, but I could have sworn I heard her breathing. It filled me with such joy, such hope.
As my heart skipped a beat, I passed out on the floor. Kirsty lay in my arms, just like old times.
A/N: Yes, I know it's been a while but Fanfiction wouldn't let me upload! Sorry for the wait, but I do hope you enjoyed this chapter. More will be up soon ;)
Kirsty x