Doctor Who
By Tyloric

Rawr! Sorry it has taken so long to update. My original computer crashed and I lost all my notes! Let's see if we can't get things back on track, yes? Unbeta'd, as I wanted to post this as quickly as possible. I'm going to try to stick to a schedule of one update per week, so look forward to that.

Chapter 9

He hated these clothes; he wanted his red coat back. But a man dressed in a blood red lab coat was bound to draw attention to him, and attention was not something he needed, not today anyway. Today was all about being a… civilian. The thought made Terran scowl. He wanted to rip these people apart, he wanted to drain their lifes-blood from their bodies, he wanted to level this city until there was nothing left but blood and ash.

But Professor Normal had been clear: blend in, get close, and kill him. That could only be accomplished by keeping a low profile.

He walked down the street passing people who were talking on their phones, walking their pets, and being… happy. It drove him mad; there was a rage that was festering deep inside him. He wanted to let it loose, let it feed. But he couldn't, and that only made things worse. He passed shops and cafés, the smell of bread, coffee, and exhaust littering the air.

It took longer than expected, but eventually he arrived at his destination: the hospital. He glared at it, before heading towards the electric sliding doors. Terran had dyed his hair and put in colored contact lenses for this particular assignment: apparently he would be recognized otherwise. He followed the directions he had been given, getting on the elevator and traveling up to the proper floor.

Terran noted that he would burn down the hospital first, when he started his destruction.

He kept a casual pace down the hallways, not drawing attention to his person, before he finally came to the room he sought. He breathed a sigh that was partly to do relief, and partly due to anticipation.

He turned the door knob and entered.

/

Dusk was staring out the window, thinking. He was still trying to process it, being a clone, being a fake. No, that wasn't quite right. He was real enough, he felt real anyway. He just… wasn't unique. Somewhere out there was someone just like him; same eyes, hair, nose, voice. The only unique thing about him now was that he had a new name.

Dusk smiled at that. A new name, one Hammer had given him.

He wasn't quite sure what to think about Hammer anymore. When they'd first met he had been a stubborn egotistical ass who had mistaken Dusk for someone he wasn't. But as soon as Hammer had found out that he wasn't Horrible, or Billy, or whatever his name was, his tune had completely changed. Now he was somewhat… decent.

They might even be friends.

He heard the door to his room open, and he turned his head expecting to see one Captain Hammer.

It wasn't.

The man, who closed the door behind him, was his height, about his weight, and… had his face? There were differences, hair and eye color to be sure, but… no, he was sure. The man's face turned up in to a sneer.

"Look at you. So you're one of the failures. Sad." His voice was the same as Dusk's too, but it was… harsher.

"Who are you?" He asked a bit numbly.

"No time for questions, I'm on a schedule." He moved like a man on a mission, going straight for Dusk, he raised his hand and pressed it against Dusk's chest and the world suddenly exploded into a spectrum of pain. He literally felt his heart falter as every nerve in his body began screaming and the monitors connected to him began bleeping warningly.

And as suddenly as it had started, it stopped.

"That's not very nice," he heard Hammer say from somewhere above him, followed by a loud thack. The man was flipped head first over the bed, tumbling over Dusk and on to the floor on the other side of the bed.

And then the word faded to black as the heart monitors shouted.

/

Terran was dazed and his jaw was more than likely fractured, but he could already feel the bone mending. He blinked, getting to his feet shakily, before glaring at the man who had struck him. Perfect hair, gloved hands, hammer logo on his shirt, "Captain Hammer."

Hammer didn't say anything, and was already moving around to the other side of the bed. He grabbed Terran by the collar and lifted him off the ground, slamming him against the far window. "What did you do?" he demanded angrily.

Terran grinned slyly. "A little bit of this, a little bit of that." Another slam against the window sent his senses reeling for a moment, and the villain noted the nurses rushing in, stopping just short of the door. Then a bald man entered just behind them, assessed the situation, and strode over to the defect.

"What's happened?" The bald man asked.

"Working on it," Hammer replied through clenched teeth.

Terran grinned again. "You don't even recognize me, do you?"

Slam! "What are you talking about?"

"Come on, Captain Hammer. Take a real good look. Listen to my voice. Anything familiar?"

For a few moments Hammer glared at him through narrow eyes, but Terran could see when realization set in, and that look when from anger, to shock, to confusion. "Horrible?"

"Oh, so close." Terran said, tired of this little game. "But, wrong." He pressed his hand to Hammer's chest and began to drain him. The hero immediately was sent reeling, his grip faltering and releasing Terran to the floor.

"What are you doing?" He gasped.

The villain gave him a wicked smile. "Eating you."

Hammer was on his knees now, and Terran could feel the pure power that filled him. It was unlike anything he had ever experienced, and he wanted more of it, wanted all of it.

Then the bald man was at his side, and he looked Terran in the eye and simply said, "Sleep."

And he did.

-tbc