Hi! New chapter! SOrry it's been a while, but I've been really busy on other writing projects that had to take priority. Anyway, I hope you really like this. Enjoy!
The Doctor fell to his knees, gasping and heaving. A web of pink tentacles were wrapped around his neck, which had previously tangled around his body and pinned him to the wall. He undid the bonds around him and scrambled to his feet, still gasping for breath.
"Woken up, I see," smirked River Song (the Zygon) stepping beside the Doctor's body. "What happened there then?"
The Doctor wheezed. He looked up into the Zygon's eyes and replied, "It died."
"What?" River stuttered, kneeling down to the Doctor's level. "He died? How?"
"He was hit by a car," the Doctor replied.
"A car . . ." River stuttered. "Ok. We'll have to make new arrangements for our plan then."
"What plan?" the Doctor asked. "Why here? Why the Second World War? This has to mean something!"
River smiled a little. "You want to know our plan? Ha! Why explain our plan? So you can find a way of beating us? I think not," River laughed, stepping away from the Doctor.
"Why Clara?" the Doctor cried, still gasping on the ground. "Who even is she? Who were those children? Why her?"
River stopped. Slowly, she turned her head around towards the Doctor. "Spoilers."
"Don't you dare!" the Doctor snapped, crawling to his feet. "How dare you use her voice!"
"It's in my head. It belongs to me. Get used to it, Sweetie," River smirked. "Come," she said, pulling the Doctor by the arm. "We need to find a use for you."
"Sarah!" Rory cried, scrambling through the tunnels as the Cybermen approached.
"There's a light up ahead!" Sarah said, ahead of Rory as they led the other prisoners from the Cyber base.
"Hurry up!" Rory worried; he could hear metal behind him.
Sarah Jane reached a ladder at the end of the tunnel. The pointed her sonic lipstick to the metal plate at the top of the steps, making it click open and roll to the side, letting a bright orange light spill out from above them. "Go! Go!" she cried, ushering the prisoners up it.
"Hurry up!" Rory screamed again as the Cyberman grew closer.
"Come on, Rory!" Sarah insisted, leaping up onto the steps, beginning to climb.
Rory followed her. Beneath them, a swarm of Cybermen appeared. They shot at Rory, only just missing, before chasing them up. Rory and Sarah panicked, climbing as fast as they could away from the Cybermen. The Cybermen were fast, though.
Eventually, Rory and Sarah spilled out onto the surface of the Earth. Finally, they could see the sun, shining above them, and the fresh air that lingered amongst the tall grass and trees.
"Out the way!" Sarah cried, pulling Rory away from the exit so that she could lock it shut with her sonic. The metal plate slid over the exit, trapping the Cybermen before they could reach the surface.
"Jesus!" Rory gasped, collapsing to the ground.
"Come on. Get up!" Sarah beckoned, pulling Rory off the ground. "That won't stop the Cybermen. They be out in moments!"
"Ok. Come on," Rory agreed, leading Sarah out into the park. "Run!" Rory cried to the other prisoners. "Go!"
"Get out of the park!" Sarah cried. "Go home!"
Like Rory and Sarah, the prisoners just ran, hurrying to get to safety.
"Where do we go?" Rory asked.
"I don't know. Visitor centre?"
"Ok. We'll make a plan from there. But I need to find my friend; he'll be able to help," Rory explained.
Sarah chuckled to herself a little. "I doubt many people could help us with this. I used to know a man who could, but he's long since gone. I know a group of people in the UK that could help, but the Cybermen took my phone."
"So we're trapped here?" Rory stuttered.
"We just need to find a way to communicate with the outer world. You don't have to, Rory. This must be so unusual for you – I understand. If you want I could give you some numbers; people to help you get used to this."
"Ha! Trust me, this is just every day. Wanna know a secret? I've met the Cybermen before," Rory grinned.
"What?" Sarah gasped. "How come?"
"The friend I mentioned – he can travel through time and space," Rory explained.
"Oh," Sarah muttered, smiling. "I once knew a man who could do that too. He used to travel around in a blue box."
"The Doctor!" Rory gasped.
"You know the Doctor?"
"You knew the Doctor?"
"Yes!" Sarah cried. "I was his companion."
"I am his companion."
"Oh . . . Getting younger I see," Sarah smiled. "He was always one for women, but I see that he has . . . A new taste."
"Oh. It's not like that!" Rory insisted. "My wife, Amy, travels with us. I'm more of the third wheel that fits in surprisingly well."
"That's nice," Sarah smiled. "Could you contact him?"
Rory checked his pockets. "Sorry. No phone."
"Ok. We need to get to some sort of centre."
"Yeah, before we get eaten alive by bears," Rory frowned.
"Exactly. Come on," Sarah decided, pulling Rory along.
"Donna!" Gwen called, chasing after Donna through a town centre, past shops and markets.
"Stay away from me!" Donna threatened, storming away from her.
"Donna! You need to come back!" Gwen insisted.
"Ha!" Donna laughed. "No way. I don't trust you."
"But, Donna!" Gwen pleaded, grabbing Donna's arm.
"NO!" Donna snapped, pushing Gwen off her. "You ran over that man. You hit him with your car and killed him. Yet you're not even affected. Look at me -I'm crying and I'm innocent."
"Donna, you have to believe me when I say that that wasn't even a real man," Gwen begged. "He was going to kill that girl and many more if he had the chance."
"Oh, and I expect you're such an expert!" Donna glared.
"Yes I am!" Gwen snapped. "Sorry," she apologised.
"Yeah? You should be," Donna hissed, then continued to walk up the street.
"Donna!" Gwen called. "I'd get it if you didn't trust me, but let me walk with you."
"No way!" Donna called back.
"I recon you want to," Gwen said. Donna stopped walking. "I recon that there's a little part of you in your head that says that you trust me; that we've met before and I tried to help."
Donna took in a deep breath, resisting the urge to cry. "Really?"
"Almost certain," Gwen replied, smiling a little.
Donna shrugged. "Ok then. If you insist."
"Thank you," Gwen nodded, stepping beside Donna. "Talk about whatever you want. I'll just listen."
"I don't think I want to say much," Donna shrugged, walking with Gwen up the street, passing shops.
"Really? How's life?"
"Normal, I guess. Nothing special."
"I don't believe you. I doubt there's any such thing as normal."
"Well, you'd be surprised," Donna laughed. Suddenly, she stopped, in the middle of the street.
"What?" Gwen worried. "What is it Donna?"
"Look," Donna said, pointing to a shop window. Donna led Gwen towards a small bookshop at the other side of the street. Donna pressed a palm against the glass, peering in at a specific book on display. It was a small book, title: 'A Journal of Impossible Things'.
"We need to get out of here!" Martha cried, following Mickey as they two of them ran through the Silurian Arc, as sirens wailed around them. "We're the Tardis when you need it!"
"Come on!" Mickey said, pulling Martha through the ship.
Martha pressed button, opening up into a separate passageway. "Through here!" Martha insisted, leading Mickey. Footsteps marched behind them as the door sealed shut behind them.
"What's through here?" Mickey muttered.
"Down here!" Martha cried.
Mickey noticed what Martha was pointing to – an escape pod. "Yes," Mickey laughed, pulling Martha into the airlock. One the other side of the door, the Silurians marched towards them.
"Hurry up! Hurry up!" Martha panicked.
"Hold on a minute!" Mickey insisted, watching the screen to the side of them count up to 100% completion. "Ok. Now!" Mickey cried, pulling open the doors to the escape pod for Martha to climb into.
"Get the apes!" Vesper snarled, banging on the door to the air lock. "Someone open the doors!"
Mickey closed the door to the escape pod behind him, sealing them into the small, circular space. The escape pod was tiny; one rigid bench and a screen with a keypad. There was a dark green light, and what seemed to be roots grew from the top of the pod.
"How do we get out?" Mickey panicked.
"Hold on," Martha muttered, searching through the keypad, "I've been in escape pods before. Let me just remember."
"I don't won't to hurry you but . . ." Mickey trailed off as Vesper and the Silurians finally forced their way through the airlock.
"One second!" Martha insisted, clicking buttons at the keypad. "Ok. We need twenty seconds for force stabilisation."
"We need to go now!" Mickey cried.
"Go now and the pod will be shot out into space without any control!" Martha replied.
"Just do it!" Mickey insisted.
For a moment, Martha considered her options, then agreed with Mickey that they didn't have time. She firmly pressed a large button, and the pod was flung out into space, sucking the Silurians with them . . .
Immediately, the two of them were silenced. The escape pod was hurtled through space, so fast that the Silurian Arc had disappeared into the distance within seconds. Martha and Mickey were flung through the pod, spinning and tumbling. The stars and sun spun around them, plunging them into disorientation and confusion as the pod continued to hurtle out into the distance.
"Oh no!" Martha cried, staring out of the window.
"What is it?" Mickey gasped, falling onto his back as the pod spun.
"It's the Tardis!" Martha cried.
Mickey looked out the window, noticing the small blue box that seemed to hurtle towards them. "Hold on!" Mickey cried, pulling Martha closely as the two ships collided. The pod rocked, spinning out into the darkness as the Tardis disappeared from time and space . . .
The Doctor was led by River into a large office, surrounded by Nazi flags. He was sat down in a leather chair as two other Zygons entered the room, surrounding him.
"What am I here for?" the Doctor worried, watching the Zygons snarl around him.
"I thought it was worth getting your blood boiling," River grinned, sitting on a large desk. "Want to see? Come on in!"
The Doctor, watched, in horror, as the door at the end of the room opened. In stepped a man in military uniform, and a Nazi strap around his arm. His hair was black and well combed, and along with a moustache. The Doctor's jaw dropped.
"Hello, Doctor," the man said in a German accent.
"Hitler . . ." the Doctor stuttered in fear.
Ooh! Hitler's a Zygon! What could this plan be? And what will happen to Martha and Mickey, trapping in an escape pod as they tumble to space. And how will Sarah Jane and Rory escape the park?