The giant winged creature clocked me straight away. It hovered, its sharp eyes locked. I knew, because I didn't look away once, not even to check whether I was going to trip over a chair. Which I nearly did, several times.

I counted the small, pulsing beats of its leathery wings, louder than my own heart drumming in my ears, in sync with each other and my footsteps, rhythmic so not to freeze from pure terror. I didn't blink, I couldn't blink. The creature looked fast.

Don't say a word, Doctor, if youre smart. You'll startle it.

Of course, dummy. He already knows that. He knows everything.

Smart ass. And that's why you lo-

"Brave child! You show courage at last!"

Finch's voice shot through me like a venom covered bullet. My heart stopped, and the beats rang out, deafening me.

But I daren't look away.

The creatures eyes darted between Finch and I, looking confused with very little secrecy about it. Its claws flexed, its snout twitched nervously, almost angry.

"You've chosen a brave one Doctor, it's a shame she's about to succumb to her ill minded bravey. Is there not a saying, bravery can be confused with stupidity?" He drawled out, his thick pompous voice nasally drawing out each word for it to be heard. I couldn't keep my eyes from the Doctor any longer. I glanced. He was locked in between the two henchmen, hes face full of panic as he struggled against the strong arms. His eyes were on mine.

"Finch, please."

The man turned nonchalantly to the Doctor, eyeing him politely. "And just what do you expect me to do when a juvenile Krillitane is concerned, put it on a leash?" He laughed, as though the Doctor were a silly child. "No, it deserves to roam free. And kill what it chooses."

I heard each word, because he meant me to. I wanted me frightened. And I was. But, as I tore my eyes from the Doctor, I noticed the Krillitane still hovering. And it was looking straight at its master.

I sensed the anger within it, displaying it almost like a human. Its eyes blazed with the light of a thousand torches, its claws now clenched so tight I expected blood to be dripping to the ground.

I took my chance. I bolted.

The ladders weren't too far away, and my shorter legs took me faster than I ever thought possible. I climbed, and when I was at the right height, I sat on one of the rungs. I was just above the Krillitane, its wing almost hitting me at it stayed afloat. I could almost ignore the Doctor's shouts and protestations and the laughter of Finch for all the adrenaline scorching my system.

It all suddenly seemed to go silent. Anticipation.

I had to do it quick, my hands were sweating too much to remain on the metal bars for too long.

A sudden screech made my entire body jolt forward. Instantly, I lunged, and before I knew it I was holding on the neck. Just in time for the creature to launch itself in the direction of the window.

The Doctor had seen many great things. Many stupid things. Many down right mental things. Most he'd committed himself and played back later so he could feel all the more brilliant, but this one almost topped at least a quarter of his stunts. For now, all he could do was watch. Watch as his new companion risked her life just to get to them.

Finch's face was one he'd never expected to see on such a cold hearted man. He watched as though it were slow motion, morphing from a smile, to serious, to frown, to anger, until eventually his mouth was agape and his eyes wide with ferocious anger and fright. He knew it was coming straight for him.

"Move! Move out of the way!" he ordered the henchmen, but they were already moving, letting his arms go so fast they nearly took one each with them. He then ran just behind the wall of the window to catch Mia. It already felt like the last few minutes had stretched hours, and it felt too long. Not being able to see her, it didn't know whether she was safe.

The krillitane darted into the room, flinging Mia off of its back, but the wrong side. Taking up most of the room, he couldn't reach her, and the screeches made it impossible to shout and hear even himself.

"Mia!"

Only thunderous high pitched wails answered, and that's when he remembered Finch. He looked around the room, filled with krillitane wings, and finally found a pair of pale blue eyes. Only for a second, pinned against the opposing wall. Filled with such a hatred that could burn up a sun. If he had that power.

The black board the krillitane was pinning him against began to give, and splinters began to protrude. With disconcerting finality, the shards began popping around Finch's head, and daylight began to filter though. The Doctor nearly thought about saving him, showing him mercy. But this poor creature, nay, human, deserved its revenge.

…

My legs felt like jelly, so all I could do was watch. Watch as the thing that was once human take its fury out on the most detestable man I'd ever met. All I could think was whether the Doctor was ok, and, if so, what was he thinking of this. Wings and dust and debris and screams were preventing me from finding out.

Daylight suddenly shot through with its blinding glory, and in a flash, the room was empty. Only the ghosts of the wails echoed, and the faint, already fading scent of burning.