It's been a while, but we're finally back with Amy, Rory, Martha and Mickey. I really hope you like this, and there's a couple of revelations :)
Amy cowered in the corner of the dark room. Someone was approaching; she could hear footsteps. There was a bar of metal in the corner of the room, which she brandished in fear, preparing to attack.
Suddenly, the door opposite her rolled upwards. Amy tightened her grip on the bar . . . A man rolled under the door – his hair nearly white – and dressed in a tracksuit. He was breathing heavily, and seemed just as desperate as Amy to escape.
"Oh my God!" Amy gasped, clutching the man by the shoulders. "Are you alright? What are you running from?"
"Who the hell are you?" the man spat, shrugging her off.
"I could ask you the same question. What's out there?" she asked, pointing to the door.
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," the man said.
"Ha!" Amy laughed. "You wanna bet? You have no idea!"
"Well, don't be shocked if I don't believe you," the man smirked.
The door opposite them rolled upwards. Amy's eyes bulged as she realised what it was that appeared through the door. The large golden machines. "GET DOWN!" she screamed, tugging on the man's shoulders.
The man refused, staying on his feet. "Yeah . . . I'm not really into that girly panic thing. Let me sort this, sweet cheeks," he said with a sinister grin.
Amy watched, both amazed and confused, as the man raised an alien looking gun at the creatures that appeared through the door. He fired repetitively, destroying the creatures; smashing them open into shards of metal and fire.
Amy, moving her hands from her eyes to look at the burning creatures. She gasped. "Do you know what those are?"
"Well, I know a Dalek when I see one," the man laughed, watching the three Daleks that he'd shot burning in front of him. "New for you I'm guessing."
Putting her hands on her hips, Amy stood up against the man. "I've seen more Daleks than women you've offended with your sexism. Girly panic thing – I've shot dinosaurs, fought pirates and been trapped in an asylum full of more Daleks than you've ever seen in your whole life."
The man chuckled. "Ever hypnotised the planet from a phone network, been Prime Minister, fought a plastic army and brought a whole planet back from hell?"
Amy shrugged. "Ok. So you have the upper hand. Tell me your name?"
"You tell me yours," the man insisted.
"Amy Pond."
"I'm the Master," the blonde haired man said.
"Ha!" Amy laughed. "Yeah right! So what if you've just killed three Daleks, I want the truth."
"That is my name – the Master," the man insisted.
"That's like my friend; he calls himself, the Doctor," Amy recalled, smiling to herself.
"You know the Doctor," the Master gasped. For a moment he thought to himself. "Ok . . . You may be more use than I originally thought."
Amy's eyes widened. "Is it possible to sound more creepy?"
"Maybe," the Master sighed, then he suddenly raised his gun to Amy's forehead. "Don't do anything stupid!"
"What the hell!" Amy cried, as the Master pulled her closer. "Get off me!"
"You're going to prove useful to me, Amy Pond," the Master smiled, his eyes wide in insanity. "I want the Doctor, so if you know him, then I reckon I can get to him much quicker."
"Why do you need the Doctor?" Amy asked, not daring to resist as the Master held her.
"All he good time," he replied, whispering into her ear. "Come on," he insisted, pulling her towards the doors.
"But there are more Daleks out there!" Amy panicked.
"I know," the Master smiled, licking his lips. "This is going to be fun."
"Argh!" Martha cried, covering her ears to protect herself from the beat the four that rattled through the Tardis. "Switch it off!"
"I don't know how!" Mickey panicked, randomly flicking switches in the Tardis. Eventually, Micky pressed a button and the beat stopping ringing. He removed his hands from his ears. "I thought I was gonna be deaf for a minute then."
"I definitely remember that sound," Martha recalled, stepping around the Tardis. "That was the beat inside the Master's head. The drumming from Archangel. Do you think the Master has the Doctor?"
"From what you've told me, I hope not," Mickey replied.
"But that was definitely the sound. How? Why?" Martha asked.
Suddenly, the Tardis was rocked to a side. Mickey caught Martha's hand as they were knocked against the console. "Get to the doors!" Martha cried. Mickey ran to the doors, but they locked shut as he pulled at them, unable to escape.
"We can't get out!" Mickey gasped, falling back into Martha as the Tardis was rocked to another side. The two of them tripped over the Tardis debris and wires, eventually rolling to a halt as the ship stopped moving. "What just happened?"
"I don't know," Martha stuttered, gasping for air as she crawled to her feet. "Let's try and see, hey," she said, tapping the monitor screen. On it flicked, a little blurred, but nevertheless she could see what was outside of the Tardis. "Mickey . . ." she said, tapping him on the shoulder.
"What? What is it?" Mickey asked, looking at the screen. "Oh . . ." he muttered.
The Tardis had landed in a long, cave-like area, a bit jungle. But lining surrounded the Tardis was a small alien of humanoid beings, their faces covered with masks and guns at the ready.
"What do we do?" Martha asked, worry filling her eyes.
"We don't have to do anything. We could just stay here," Mickey suggested. He jumped as there was a knock at the door. "Ok . . . Now I'm not so sure."
"You decide," Martha insisted.
Mickey placed his hands on the back of his head, thinking for the best outcome, even though he would never have a clue. "Hands up."
"Why?"
"We're surrendering," Mickey had decided, putting his hands up as he led Martha to the doors.
"Are you sure?" Martha asked.
"No," Mickey said, completely honest. "We might as well though. The way I see it, we can either wait until they get in here, or we could be out there; investigate from enemy lines."
"Just like with the Doctor," Martha said, smiling a little. "Come on then, husband," she grinned, kissing Mickey on the forehead. "Let's go."
Martha and Mickey raised their hands as the cautiously stepped out of the Tardis, closing the door behind them. The army before the remained as statues, occasionally hissing and adjusting their guns to the optimum position to kill. Suppressing their inner panic, the two of them remained calm and level-headed, standing up against the aliens.
"Identify yourself by species, planet of origin and intention," Martha commanded. There was no response. "Identify!" she insisted.
An alien, similar to the others yet obviously higher ranking, slunk out of the crowd. "You are our captives; you shall reply, not us," the alien corrected. It was female, judging from the voice.
"We ain't speaking to no aliens without having names," Mickey defied.
"Oh, I think you shall," the alien hissed, suddenly pointing her gun at Martha.
"Mickey Smith and Martha Jones. Married. Humans from London, England, Earth. We got stuck inside that ship when you dragged us on board; it doesn't belong to us," Mickey cried, desperate to save Martha.
The female alien lowered her gun. "So you were stealing it?"
"No," Mickey replied.
"Yet you've taken it from the owner without permission to do so and have made no effort to return it. Perhaps a dictionary would prove useful," the alien hissed.
"Yeah, but it wasn't our fault. If anything we were abducted," Mickey complained.
The woman hissed, drawing in a deep breath.
"So tell us: who are you?" Martha asked.
Slowly, the alien removed her mask. She was a creature, a mix of reptile and human, with scale covered skin and a fanged tongue, which made Martha and Mickey's jaws drop. "I am Commander Vesper of the sixth Silurian Arc. This is my army, and you are on my ship."
"Ok . . ." Mickey stuttered, a little shocked.
"Why are you here? How are you here?" Rory asked, wiping his forehead of sweat as the room grew increasingly hot.
"Journalism," Sarah Jane replied, shaking off her jacket. "I came here for a report, when suddenly I couldn't help but fall asleep. I woke up here without a clue how long I'd been sleeping. Last night there has this almighty crash, and in the morning they dragged you in here."
"Who's they?"
Sarah Jane pursed her lips, looking up to the ceiling as if she was holding in a terrible secret. "And old enemy of mine," she replied, feigning a smile to Rory.
"So this is like some really over the top revenge?" Rory wondered, a little confused.
"No. Not for their standards. No, this is just normal. Well . . . Judging from the handy choice of location, I'm sure there's more to come."
"Choice of location?"
"Rory Williams, do you have no idea of what is above us?"
"Not really . . . If you had a map that would help."
Sarah Jane let out a small chuckle then turned deadly serious. "We are under Yellowstone National Park."
"Yellowstone National Park – America," Rory clarified.
"Exactly," Sarah Jane nodded. "Also as in, Yellowstone Park – world's biggest super volcano."
"Ah!" Rory sighed, hitting his head back against the wall of the cave. "That'll explain the heat. So who is it? You said this was done by an old enemy: who?"
Just as Sarah Jane was about to answer, footstep filled the cave. Everyone in the room screamed, cowering away from the passage that led into it. Even Sarah Jane stuttered a little, moving closer to Rory who looked about, confused.
"Do not resist! You will be upgraded!" a Cyberman chanted, stepping into the room with several others flanking it. "You will be processed and upgraded to the Cyberiad!"
"Cyberman," Rory gasped.
"You've seen them before?" Sarah Jane asked.
"Ascend," a Cyberman instructed, looming above Sarah and Rory.
"Do as it says," Sarah Jane insisted, urging Rory to stand.
"Follow. You will be upgraded," the Cyberman commanded pointing its armed gun at Sarah and Rory.
"Yes. You don't need the gun; we'll follow," Sarah snapped.
She and Rory, along with the rest of the group, we dragged along by the Cybermen through tunnels under the park. Some people broke down, falling to their knees in tears or attempting to attack them despite their wrists being bound.
"Upgrade means turn-us-into-Cyberman, I'm guessing?" Rory confirmed.
"Judging from context, I'd say yes. We've got to get these people out!"
"We need to get these wrist things off."
"Ok . . ." Sarah Jane said, thinking.
I really hope you liked this chapter! Please review :) I'll add another chapter soon (how will Rory and Sarah escape?)