So, today's second installment! The reason I've posted these together is because they both felt very short, especially after Chapter 9. I considered merging the two, but I liked this title too much and wanted to keep both cliffhangers. So shoot me, I was evil and hung onto them for a bit in order to release them together. Enjoy~
Chapter 11: Darkness Decadent
The Doctor lurched forward, grabbing Eyphah's ankle as she drifted into space, preventing her from going too far. He smiled, relieved, and called up to her. "You okay?"
"Yeah," she replied, her voice more full of wonder than fear. "Can I stay up here for a minute?" She asked. The Doctor consented.
Outside of his field of vision, the ginger girl slipped a hand into her pocket, drawing out one of the two bottles she had taken earlier. The darkness in her eyes was back, clouding the grey-green irises and turning them deep purple speckled with darkest black.
The bottle's contents drifted around within the glass shell as zero gravity took it's effect. The liquid within the bottle was a bright, putrid green. It glowed softly in the starlight as Eyphah grasped the cork with two fingers and his the little bottle in her palm.
"Uhh... Doctor? I want to come down now..." She called. Her voice sounded small and timid - as if the adrenaline had worn off and she had realised exactly where she was. The Doctor obliged, gently tugging her back within the relative safety of the TARDIS.
She fell against him as gravity pulled on her once again. Her hand brushed past his ear just momentarily during her descent. "Sorry..." She mumbled, pushing away slightly, blushing. He shook it off without issue. "What do you think?" He asked eagerly, gesturing at the view. She turned her back to look at it again.
"Amazing!" She said, turning to face him again. But something was wrong. Eyphah put the empty glass bottle back in her pocket as the Doctor shook his head from side to side, pressing his palm to his forehead as he tried to alleviate the pressure that was accumulating.
"River..." He called as the potent poison rippled through his already weakened body. There was no response.
The Doctor looked over to where River had been. His bespoke psychopath had collapsed to the floor and was twitching every now and again as an equally potent poison tore through her veins.
As his vision began to cloud, the Doctor looked back at Eyphah. Her young eyes were empty and cold as he collapsed to the floor, unconscious.
The moment his head hit the ground, Eyphah grinned with sadistic satisfaction. Stepping over his prone body she walked over to the console and began to type in commands, sending the TARDIS hurtling through empty space. Reaching into her pocket, she brought out the two glass bottles and left them to one side.
She flounced away down an endless corridor, grinning still, whilst - behind her in the console room - River and the Doctor lay still, fighting for their lives.