A/N: So I had my computer in bed, thought I would be comfortable while putting up my new chapter. Then all of a sudden my brain just went all like "Huh, this bed is comfy, I think I'm just gonna turn off even though I'm doing something and sleep in." So, yeah. I made it a longer chapter just for you to make up for my stupid brain. Enjoy!
Chapter 8:
The Doctor's eye widened slightly as the small, infuriated mother nearly shouted at him.
"Who are you to say there's something wrong with Alli and how I should raise her?"
Rose, trying to calm her down, "No no, we're not tryin to tell you what to do, just what might help!" The Doctor just sighed and rolled his eyes before he pulled out from his pocket, the psychic paper, and held it up to her face.
"I'm a renowned child psychologist from England, Rose is my assistant. We were intrigued by how she acted, couldn't stay away." He flipped his book back into his coat giving a smile, silencing Liz from anymore questions. "We're meant to be on vacation, that's why we didn't say. Oh well."
Rose shook her head and went along with the story. The Doctor still seemed a bit edgy before suddenly getting up and beginning to say his farewells.
"Well, thank you for the entertainment, send Alli Rose our regards, and Amber, be nice to your sister, we really must be off. Ta!" He flipped his brown duster behind him as he set for the doors leaving them all a bit shocked from his abrupt exit.
"Well, best be going. That's about as much of a good bye he can spare at the moment. Bye." Awkwardly jogging towards the Doctor as she closed the door behind her. Leaving the soon-to-be-smaller family behind, and slightly confused.
"What was that about? Why'd we have to leave all of the sudden?"
Doctor, still keeping a quick pace, responded, and slightly rambled, "We already got way more involved than we should have, knowing more about Alli helps, especially now that we learned about Alli being a slight sociopath, but there's plenty of those in the world, no one can help that." This statement caught Rose's attention.
"Wait, how you mean slight sociopath? She seemed really nice, and I'm pretty sure I didn't pick up and Dexter vibes from her."
"Not everyone is like that Rose, there's is a lot of people in the world with this kind of condition but the type of the disorder ranges for different people. Some people manipulate for enjoyment, some can't help it and feel remorse, others don't even know what they're doing." He rambled on as he held the branch up for Rose to walk back under as they made their way back to the TARDIS.
"The thing is, she has a huge amount, an alarming amount of dopamine pumping through her tiny body, so much I'm surprised she doesn't have schizophrenia or even a bit of bipolarism. But anyway, if she has all that dopamine, that's what caused her to not feel bad about doing that, hell that's probably why she enjoyed it, everything she did, instant happiness." Snapping his fingers. "Whether it was good or bad, might have messed with her morals a little, but she is very clever, no, brilliant! Which is why I don't understand how she could have just disappeared! Without a trace! Zip! Nada! Nothing!"
"Could she just have been kidnapped though? Maybe she trusted some guy that looked like a police officer or something and couldn't fight him off." Rose offered, she didn't like thinking this dark without some way to help her. If we solve this though, we can stop anything from happening to her, she thought to herself. Although it slightly humored her how exasperated the Doctor got when he didn't understand something.
"No, she sure as hell wouldn't have wandered off with a stranger even if it was an official, and she couldn't have been taken without a fight, I saw her taekwondo medals, by the time she's supposedly taken she'll be a black belt and seeing as the type of sociopath she is and can't feel emotions properly, she wouldn't be scared or freeze up."
"Well she did get taped to a door by her sister, so she could be overpowered."
"No no that doesn't count, she probably wanted to get taped to that door so she had evidence of Amber bullying her." Doctor stopped walking for a second while thinking. "Really? Taped to a door?"
Rose nodded her head in amusement. "Blimey she has anger issues, but anyway, back to the problem at hand. Still though! None of this makes any sense! She was at her bloody school when it happened, where'd she go?" He scratched at his sideburns as he stopped in front of the TARDIS while Rose opened the door with her key.
"Well, how about we go to the school the day it happened and find out for ourselves?" She offered as she pushed the door open for him, raising her eyebrows at the offer.
"You got yourself a deal." He said in a low voice with his trademark half smile playing on his lips. They bounded into the TARDIS, and shortly after, the beautiful wheezing filled the air until the box dematerialised out of sight.
I'm flying. Flying high in the air, through cities with warm colours and bright sun light from every direction, but they're not my cities. I'm not flying though, I look down and see myself seated inside a car. Oh, its a flying car! I look closely, there's no steering wheel. Am I on the wrong side? I look to the other half and find not only no steering wheel, but Amber sitting with me, she only looks out the windshield while she's enjoying the view and talking, though I can't talk back.
My hands fly to my face, my mouth can open but I cannot speak. I look back to the civilization zooming past me, we fly down. In through the streets, even a store, until we drive, or fly, down stairs into what would seem to be a metro station.
I can't even scream at the sight in front of me.
Towering buildings, skyscrapers, an entire city underground, burning. Flames engulfing the crying metal, devouring it like paper. Watching slowly as some fall with the flames attached to it like a parasite, crushing anything beneath it.
Thundering crashes are nearly all I hear over the curdling screams of men, women, children, starting and stopping like a stuttering car engine. There's something else I hear, it's terrible, it's laughter.
I turn to my sister, only to see the horror on her face, but not at the nightmare we're trapped in, at me.
I see behind her window a crumbling building ramming into her side before all I see are the bloody flames of where she once was. The building falling reflected a more paralyzing image than I could bare.
As the mirrored side of the tower picked up more and more speed as it fell to the ground, the constant reflection of what should have been me remained.
The long hair that was no longer blonde was soaked with red blood, dripping down her pale dress with unnatural, unmoving arms. Her head was tilted at an odd angle as her eyes pierced my own, with a smile that was cold and filling the air with a heartless laugh, not reaching her dead eyes. Her pale, bluish body speckled with blood floated, suspended in the air. Until the building that supported the image of the bloody child fell into the ground.
I looked down to find myself suspended as well, my feet dangling over streets flowing with blood, fire and bodies.
I shouldn't have looked down, I shouldn't have looked.
The blazing fire that radiated the underground metropolis lost it's heat as I felt the cold surrounding me. Silence took over the crackling fire and groaning metal, only to be left with a harsh breathing. That of which was not my own.
My gaze slowly raised to be met with steel blue, opaque, and dead eyes of my own, hovering just in front of my face. She had no expression until my fear was palpable in the air. Then, her face whipped, twisting her blue lips in a grotesque shape, into that of an insane grin.
Her hand flashed in front of my face as she grabbed me, and all I saw was darkness.
Alli sat straight up in the dark as her erratic breathing filled the heavy air in the small room. Why are the fun dreams the one I always die in? she thought irritably to herself.
She always had vivid dreams, and she wrote them down and drew them when she could, but they were violent. Nothing she ever did in her life explained the gruesome realities her unconscious mind created, it always ended the same way. Her death.
Her heart nearly stopped when she saw her room, or what she thought was her room, perfectly mimic the starry night sky. Purples, blues, blacks swirled together and spotted stars and galaxies covered the walls lighting the dark.
If she had not known any better, she would have imagined herself adrift in space.
She silently thanked the Doctor as her heart calmed down at the sight bestowed to her. She laid back down in her bed writing about her nightmare into her blue notebook before drifting off to sleep. Thinking about her new, albeit strange, friends.
Somehow, she knew the pretty blue box would be gone in the morning, but she'll see it again soon.
A/N: Real dream by the way, woke up and was to scared to move since a mirror was right next to my bed. Just coward in my blankets until I smelt bacon. I have my next chapter written out so I'll post it when I can. And if anyone can help me respond to your reviews, like instructions or something on how to work it, I'm getting flustered and I would love to talk with you!