A/N: Hihi! If you're here it probably means you read the first part, so thank you soo much for taking the time to read my story, I really hope you're enjoying it. I've written the second chapter hope you like it and that Chapter 1 wasn't too cheesy –I was rereading it and wincing at parts. I shall try and reduce the cheese. Cheese is bad. Inane babbling aside, I've put the rating up a bit cause this chapter has some violence and I'm not sure how it works so I don't want to get in trouble. If you have the time to review after reading, please do! I love feedback! But back to the point, here's the next bit.
Also, Dreamcatcher49, thanks soo much. I was almost too scared to read it cause it was the first review, and then was so happy!
They had landed on the outskirts of a forest, overlooking a small, sleepy town. It was bitter cold, and snow had settled on the wooden huts. The village was surrounded by great sprawling fields which Rose imagined were farms in the spring, but were now to frozen to do anything but walk on. In the distance she could see an icy lake, like a frozen mirror in the landscape. As she walked towards the town Rose felt an overwhelming sense of calm. She had been right, there was no danger here. As if on cue, the silence was broken by angry shouts and the roar of trucks. Rose grinned and quickened her pace. She liked it better this way anyway.
On the other side of the village was a large crowd of people. They were shouting and waving rakes in the air, their faces contorted with anger. In the distance Rose could hear a low rumble. She weaved her way through the crowd, trying to get a better look. Over the horizon, blurrily at first, she could see an approaching convoy. The crowd must have seen it too, because their shouting grew into a great roar of rage. They screamed and cursed the approaching men, shaking their rakes so hard Rose thought they might snap clean in two. She turned to the woman next to her, her face partially obscured by a headscarf.
"What's going on? Who are them men?" The woman turned to her, and to her shock Rose realised that it was not a woman, but a girl, no more than 17. In a different lifetime she must have been pretty, but she was painfully thin. The skin on her face seemed to be plastered to her bones, and her sunken eyes were wide and grey, mirroring the empty sky. A strand of light blond hair slipped out from under her scarf, only to be hastily tucked away. Her face was twisted in fury and when she spoke Rose almost winced at the venom in her voice.
"It's the soldiers. They've come for our land. Dirty thieves, ugly fools. Damned if they think we're going to give it to them." She narrowed her eyes. "How can you be ignorant of this? Are you a spy?"
"No, no nothing like that!" Rose said hurriedly. "I'm, well, a ..a traveller. I'm a long way from home." The girl regarded her coldly.
"You're unlucky too. I'm Alyona."
"Rose. Nice ta meet ya."
"I cannot say the same." With that, she turned away, back to the approaching men. The trucks had stopped meters away from the parameter of the village. A short man in green coats and insignia and clutching a sheet of paper strode officiously towards the crowd.
"Comrades," he said in a superior voice. "Rejoice! Your farms are to be collectivised as part of Stalin's grand plans to turn our nation into a great power." He waved the paper. "I hold in my hand a register, one that demands you are collectivised. On signing it, you will show your support not only for the future of agriculture and this great country, but you will also forward your own well-being."
"To hell with your register!" yelled Alyona. The crowd roared in agreement. The man's face twisted into an ugly sneer.
"Which filthy, rotten, kulak is spouting such anti-revolutionist trash? Bring her forward!" The crowd didn't move. "Now!" The man's voice dropped to a low, deceptively calm tone. "I am going to ask once, just once more. Bring the traitor forward, and maybe, just maybe, you'll all go back to your homes tonight." Alyona blanched, and made to step forward, but Rose grabbed her arm.
"What're you doing? You'll get yourself killed!" Alyona growled and yanked her arm away.
"Better me than the village. Stop interfering! You'll get us all hurt."
"But.. you only said what they all were thinking! It's not fair!"
"Naïve little girl," Alyona snorted. "Where do you come from? Fairy land?" She made to move forward again, but was stopped by the man's sudden shout.
"I see. You are defending the kulak, so you are no better than the kulaks. I will not stand for it, we will not stand for it! Do you think you are irreplaceable? That there are not thousands like you wandering the land without jobs who would beg to work on our farms? Well then." His voice went quiet again, assuming an almost business-like tone. "You can work elsewhere. All of you." He nodded to the soldiers behind him. "Get them in the trucks."
"No!" yelled Alyona. "No, please! It was me! I'm the kulak. Let them be." She pushed her way forward, until she was standing face to face with the officer. "Please," she breathed. The officer's eyes narrowed. He drew his rifle.
CRACK!
Alyona collapsed to the floor, clutching her broken nose. The officer squatted down next to her.
"Too late dear," he cooed, running a gloved hand gently down her cheek. "We need to make examples. To show people what will happen if they try to resist the revolution. Besides," his voice dropped to a whisper, "there are far worse things than death." He kicked her violently, then shouted to his men.
"Trucks. Now." The soldiers jumped to obey, surrounding the crowd and prodding them with their guns, forcing them forwards. When the crowds hesitated, one soldier lifted his rifle into the air and started to shoot. There were terrified screams, and all at once the crowd surged forwards. Mothers bent over their children or swept them into their arms, keeping their eyes down as they were herded away. Rose found herself swept forward, caught up in the mass movement. Although, she thought glumly, even if she could move, the soldiers would see. She shuddered and looked desperately towards the wood, where the outline of the TARDIS could just be seen by the trees. Then rough hands grabbed her by the collar, and threw her into a van.
A/N: Oh, that got pretty dark. Sorry! Although I suppose it wasn't really a cheerful subject matter. In case you weren't sure, a kulak is this rich peasant that Stalin decided to blame all his problems on, and so he tried to kill them all, as well as using the term as an excuse to remove any possible dissenters.