Chapter 2- A Child's Tears in a Silent Town
The air hit him, bringing with it the smells he distantly remembered, and with it the memories he longed to forget.
He gazed over the fields and valleys, taking in the view. The village almost looked peaceful; a sleeping little town that was just beginning to awaken. So no one had started causing havoc on it yet... what was the Son-of-Mine up to? Planning his revenge... plausible. Waiting to trap him...likely. Waiting for forgiveness... not so much. The doctor smirked.
Reluctantly he shifted his feet, moving away from the TARDIS, and away from safety. It's amazing how much a box can calm your nerves. He dipped and dived into the grasslands, following the mental path that led to Son-Of-Mine. It was strange; before his coat whipped around him, adding sound to this tongue-tied town, but now he didn't have that, and the silence threatened to swallow him, as if it was alive. Instead he had a bowtie and jacket...what good was that?
As he continued to move he knew he was getting close and he slowed just a bit, anticipation filing him.
Eventually he was there, just turn the corner and this was where the child should still be, suspended in time, but it seemed that wasn't going to be true, but maybe hopefully, the doctor wished he had stayed around.
Luck, it seemed was on his side; he heard a rustling in front of him, signifying that there was life a little further ahead.
Bracing himself for an ambush he turned the corner, a look of murder on his face. But we he saw shocked him so much that he wondered if he had accidently taken himself to an alternate reality...
... There sat the child, his back to The Doctor, crying. No, not crying, weeping. It was so shocking that he forgot that he was meant to be angry with him. And then he began to speak.
"Sister...sister...I'm sorry, so sorry...forgive me." The child was weeping for his lost sister that The Doctor had trapped in a mirror.
The Doctor jolted; something inside him pitied the thing that Jeremy Baines had become. So much so that it made him speak.
"Jeremy..." he began, yet he was cut off as Son of Mine suddenly lurched to his feet, whipping round to face him.
"Don't call me that!" he growled, "that is not who I am." He wiped his eyes furiously with his sleeve of the scarecrow outfit which he still wore. The Doctor briefly noticed that straw lay at the boys feet and bits still dangled from his clothes.
"No," The Doctor agreed, "but it's the person you have taken over, what else am I meant to call you?" he argued. There was no reply. He decided to try something different.
"I kept my promise; I visited her you know." There was no mistake about whom he spoke and a sort of gratefulness passed in the boys eyes.
"Thank you," he murmured, seeming happy at the confirmation of that at least.
"I told you I would check on her, I'm a man of my word."
"Yes, but you didn't release her did you, you still kept her imprisoned like an animal," the child retorted, a slight hint of longing in his eyes, as if The Doctor had changed his mind. Surly he must know by now that I rarely ever change my mind when it comes to murderers, The Doctor thought.
"No, I'm sorry, I cannot release her but more importantly..." he started, "how on Earth did you get free?" The child suddenly looked sheepish, if it was possible. This was not the obnoxious, violent and sadistic alien he had trapped here. Something had happened. But what?
So here is chapter 2 for you xD I hope you enjoyed it and please review; it gives me confidence to carry on writing. So finally I hope you all had a great christmas/ holiday season and happy new year to you.