Chapter 2

The Doctor woke up with a start.

He took in his surroundings.

He was in a stasis chamber.

Metal manacles clamped his hands and feet to the walls.

Everything was cold, so very cold, and he noticed for the first time he was shirtless.

He tried to move his head, but it was clamped in a solid iron vice.

A clammy, twisted hand that practically emanated the mixed signals of power and cruelty caressed the Doctor's face.

"You. Will. Obey," the voice hissed.

"No," the Doctor answered, wincing with the mental probes that were now assailing him from all sides.

Electromagnetic waves assailed his brain, weakening his will and his defenses.

"You. Will. Obey," the voice insisted once more.

"No…" the Doctor whimpered.

More and more waves assailed his brain until there was only a corner of sanity left in his mind.

"YOU. WILL. OBEY," the voice hissed triumphantly.

And the Doctor, against his will that had been stripped away, against all he once was, replied, "Yes, my lord. I will obey."

Raucous laughter filled the chamber.

"Come, my brotherssss," the voice cackled. "Tonight we ssshall not only rule the Doctor, but all of Parisss assss well."

A cacophony of laughter joined the chorus, until a thousand different demonic voices laughed at their power and insanity.

Amy ran. She ran faster than she had ever before, even in all the years she had been with the Doctor.

A million theories ran through her head.

One, the Doctor could be teleported.

Two, the Doctor could be captured.

Three, the Doctor could be being tortured.

And, lastly, worse case scenario, the Doctor was dead.

Unfortunately, this was the scenario at the forefront of Amy's mind at the moment.

Rory, who she had barely noticed so far, as engrossed as she was in her own thoughts, tug her into what looked like an alley. (It was SO hard to tell when you were out of your own time, Amy reflected.)

"Come on!" He mouthed, and she followed, willing for any distraction, any at all.

The creature roared with what sounded like a mixture of frustration and pure agony, and stormed after them.

The Doctor's mind was screaming. Every part of his body was in agony. He could still feel the electromagnetic waves assailing him, suppressing him in the deepest parts of his consciousness.

And yet no sound would come.

All the years of his life he was in control, was able to conquer ever the most unruly of emotions, able to keep going, pretending as he was, keeping up the façade that was all his companions would ever see.

And yet here he was, forced into the most primal parts of his consciousness, and he could feel the pulsing force of evil, a force he had never experienced before.

Yes, he had felt anger.

He had felt pain.

He had been assailed by guilt and heartbreak and all the other emotions that defined him.

But never evil.

No, evil was new.

And it defiled his life like all the blood on his hands from the genocide of his race could never do.

And he could feel him laughing with the rest, an evil, cackling sound that made him want to run away for all his life, but he was marooned into place.

And he felt himself saying with the rest words that would haunt him for the rest of his life.

"We are your gods. And you will obey!"

No, his last parts of sanity screamed, no.

But it was lost in the bewildering feelings that permeated through his body.

And the Doctor knew in that moment that if it was not for the entities that were holding him up, he would not even be standing.

And slowly everything around him faded into blackness as drugs were pumped into his veins.

Amy and Rory were at a loss.

They were trapped in a dark alley on an earth that was not their own, awaiting their deaths, when the creature vanished in cloud of golden dust.

"Wh-where did it go?" Rory stammered.

"I don't know," said Amy, sounding more in control than Rory, but really still internally panicking, recovering from the adrenaline pumping through her veins, "But that's the same type of thing that took the Doctor away." She groaned. "Gosh, I've never thought I'd miss him more than now."

Rory gently pulled her into a hug as she began to sob from the shock of everything that had happened that day.

She cried for the Doctor.

She cried for the insanity of the situation.

And she cried for the loss of an age and the death of all that was good.

"What is the meaning of thisss?" the same hideous creature that had pursued the Ponds hissed. "Death wassss near, my prey wasssss there. And you choose to bring me back?!"

"Patience. A more intimate death awaits them." The leader announced with morbid glee.

The stasis chamber opened and the Doctor was revealed, eyes closed, held up only by the manacles that bound him.

Manic laughter filled the room as the Doctor's eyes snapped open and he formed dry, gasping words with a voice not his own, "I will find them." he took a long, rattling breath, "And they will worship you."

Pain.

The pleasant blackness turned into a living torment as the Doctor felt unholy fire burning through his throat and permeating every single corner of his sanity.

It hurt to open his eyes.

It hurt to form words.

Everything was on fire, and he wished he could scream.

But all that came out was twisted words of wrath against all he held dear in the world.

Then he was falling, falling so far down into the city below, and with a feeling of lightness, he fell down into the corner of an alley, where he fell into darkness once more.

"Doctor!" he heard Rory's voice calling. "Amy! Come over here!"

Blearily the Doctor opened his eyes.

NOOO! the last part of his sanity screamed at him RUN!

And so the Doctor ran as far away as he could, leaving Rory in his dust gaping at where he had been.

"Where'd he go?" Amy questioned as she came up, panting.

For the last hour she had been searching with Rory all over town for the Doctor, becoming increasingly frustrated at the flippant nature of the people to the imminent danger they were all in.

And now, of all times, Amy thought, the Doctor goes and disappears. AGAIN.

"I-I'm not sure," Rory answered, bewildered.

Amy huffed. "So you brought me all the way over here to show me nothing?"

"H-he just took off running. I found him unconscious in that alleyway, and when I finally got him awake, he took off running like a terrified rabbit."

Amy's eyes widened. "We have to find him, Rory. NOW."

And with that she took off running towards the Eiffel tower, around with all things seemed to center.

When the Doctor finally reached the center of the city, he was overcome by a mental assault so strong that it made him nauseous.

NO! the voice in his head screamed, You were supposed to kill them.

Rage, inexplicable rage boiled over, searing through him like a red hot iron.

And yet now he was so numb from the pain of fighting that he gave in.

And for a moment they took over.

The creatures (who would not refer to themselves as anything but "your gods") were anxiously watching their view of the world through the Doctor's eyes, much like a group of guys would gather to watch a football match.

As Rory come into view, there was a wild cheering, which with their voices was the epitome of hate, twisted and turned into sound.

But what happened next turned their laughter into rage as the Doctor began to run away.

And all the hate of their species was bent on controlling the Doctor, a feeling which overpowered and subdued the Doctor many miles below.

"We must feast on their minds. First the Doctor, now Parissss, then the WORLD!" their leader screamed.

AN: Sorry. I am leaving you on another cliffhanger. I probably enjoy tormenting my readers (if anybody is still reading this) a little too much. However, the good part is, I have through Chapter 4 already written, so you shouldn't have to wait too long. I own nothing expect for the aliens that I made up. :) Until next time...

PS: I now am trying to update every week, if I can keep up with it...