Hi again! Oh god, this chapter... I did it slightly different... and it's probably kind of a bad different. Let's just say I'm pushing the T rating to it's max. Gore/Violence in the chapter! Because yeah, we all enjoy that stuff. Don't worry, if you don't like that kind of stuff, don't click off! I'll put a little Author note where the gore starts and ends, so if you don't want to read any of that stuff you can just skip :) I hope you enjoy!

(Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor who! I only own my OC, Phoenix.)

Phoenix reappeared in a museum, a very dark one at that, and it looked like it was filled with alien artifacts of every kind… God, she was at Van Statten's museum right now, wasn't she?

Phoenix groaned. Anywhere but here! Seriously, this was the worst place to be.

She stumbled a little from the jump, sticking her hand out and leaning on one of the glass cases to balance herself and keep upright.

An alarm went off immediately, making Phoenix jump. "Shit…" She muttered, realizing just then what she had done. Initiated her almost certain torture.

Phoenix frantically looked for a way out, seriously any possible way to avoid this situation. But guards started piling in on either side, and she was trapped unless she jumped again.

Which, was never happening. Time was a bitch, seriously. She never got to go where she wanted to, ever. So yeah. Fuck.

The guards got closer, pointing their guns at her. Phoenix groaned. She really didn't like guns at all. They were useless metal traps that are used to murder innocent people. What are they good for again?

Phoenix growled as the guards got even closer, and she backed up onto the wall. Come on, jump, jump.

But of course, wishes were almost never granted, and she was grabbed, her hands forced behind her back. She struggled, but the guards were impossibly strong, so she just gave up. There wasn't any preventing it at this point. She just had to hope the Doctor was already here. Or if not, she would have to wish the torture wasn't that bad.

But of course, wishes are almost never granted. Ever.

The guards took her to Van Statten's office, their guns trained on her the whole time. She sighed, darting her eyes around constantly for any chance of escape. There were obviously none. These guards were pretty good. She still hated them obviously, but she had to give them credit on their tactics.

She was shoved in front of him, but she kept her head down. Seriously, this guy was a creep, and she didn't even want to look him in the face he was that disgusting to her.

He tried talking to her, trying to get her to say something, but she blocked him out. Wouldn't everyone? Giving answers only makes these situations worse, because then they believe you have many answers. Which is the exact opposite of what you wanted to do, obviously.

"Take her to the chambers." Van Statten says eventually, waving his hand toward the door.

Torture time. Phoenix grimaced at the thought of the pain she would have to endure in the future. And it would probably be worse. She just hoped she could last that long…

(Author Note: Gore/Violence Start!)

Phoenix was forced down the stairs, tripping and tumbling as she went along. She had now been put in handcuffs, so she really couldn't do much to help herself down. And it didn't help that the guards were pushing her.

She was basically dragged over to a scanning table, her jacket and tank top stripped off, leaving only her bra, trousers, and converse on. She was strapped down tightly to the table. Her breath grew ragged and her heart beat quickly in her chest. She wasn't sure what was going to happen to herself at that point, and she was scared. Truly scared. That was a rare sight to see.

Phoenix glared at the men, who were looking at her… rather perversely. If they came on to her, she wouldn't be able to do anything about it. She shivered at the thought. She didn't like not having free will.

The scanning hurt, pretty badly. It felt as if someone was burning her skin inch by inch, and that's pretty bad. She occasionally glanced down at her body, making sure there were no burn marks. Of course, there weren't, but the feeling was so real it seemed as if there should be.

Eventually, the scanning stopped, leaving her with a tingling feeling all over her body. She squirmed in the restraints, just desperate to get out. Even if she did, she knew she would just get put in more. Same pattern as anything like this. Restraints, torture, and more torture. Phoenix wasn't even certain she would survive it, but all the same, she felt this weird urge to try. To just, not give up on herself. She hoped she would have that the whole time during her stay…

Later on, they freed her from the restraints, which came as a great relief to Phoenix, but then they chained her up again, this time barely hanging by her arms, and her legs were chained too. Great, more chains. Always the chains.

Phoenix sighed as a man walked into the room. About mid 40's, probably just wanting to get his pay for the day. She bet he didn't know what he had signed up for when he applied for the job.

She closed her eyes, getting ready for the pain. After a few seconds, millions of tiny little volts of electricity ran up her spine and through her body. She screamed, loudly. The immense pain shot through her like a bullet, and it hurt like hell. Even she wasn't expecting it would be that bad!

After a few hits of this, blackness started to cloud her vision. She was glad, she wouldn't have to feel the pain as much anymore. It was this, or spend hours feeling endless torture. She would defiantly rather black out.

Phoenix slowly awoke, groaning at the pain in her left abdomen. What happened? She tried rubbing her eyes, to realize her arms were chained up. Oh, that's right, she was stuck in the chambers of Van Statten's alien museum thing. She sighed, opening her eyes slowly to reveal the dim room that was now her home, depending on how fast The Doctor got here. She really hoped it would be soon, and she wouldn't have to suffer any more of this. She just wanted out.

She watched as the door to the room slowly opened, and a different guy walked in. He was in his late 30's, and really looked as if he didn't want to be here. She didn't blame him. She didn't want to be in here either.

He plainly just pulled down a lever, and a searing pain surged throughout Phoenix's body. She tried desperately not to make any sound, but a whimper came out and tears flew freely down her cheeks. She couldn't help it. It hurt! This time, she wasn't so lucky though. She had to sit through three hours of torture, and her body just wouldn't let her black out.

She already wished it was over. She wished the Doctor would just come with his flying blue box and save her. It was silly of her, but she wished it with all her heart. She really just wanted to get out of here.

About five days later, yet another man walked into the room. There had been eight different men so far, and she was rolling her eyes each time. Were they just getting tired of her screaming, or did they get fired because she wasn't talking? Truthfully, if it was the last one, she didn't feel sorry for them exactly. They chose the job, their fault.

But this guy was different. Instead of the usual lever, he headed for a supply closet near the corner of the room. Phoenix's eyes widened. There could literally be anything in there, and she would have to endure endless pain of whatever object they were using.

The man walked back out, this time carrying a whip. A whip! She closed her eyes tightly, waiting for the backlash of pain somewhere on her body.

She was good to get ready. In a few seconds, the crack of the whip sounded and brightly burning pain sizzled on her stomach. Noises gurgled in her throat. This was worse than the electric shock. Much, much worse. Tears fell down her already tear-stained face.

She just had to last a little while longer… than the Doctor would come and save her. It was only a matter of time…

After the man was done, Phoenix looked down to see what damage had been done.

Her stomach was ripped apart, with blood dripping down onto the ground in a puddle. It looked really raw, and it stung like hell. The man could defiantly hit hard. It was probably going to get infected soon. Phoenix moved slightly, trying to get blood circulation back into her wrists. But that just made it much worse, and she gasped in pain. Phoenix's eyes sank closed, going into darkness again. She really couldn't handle pain well.

About a week later, another man came in. He was actually about mid 20's, unlike all of the others who were older. He had a sorry look on his face, as if he really didn't want to do anything. Phoenix went limp again, getting ready for the pain to come. Again. She had been doing that for the whole time she had been there.

The man placed his hand on the lever and pulled down, sending shock waves throughout her body. But this time, it was stronger. Phoenix screamed slightly. She had just gotten used to the normal shocks, but then they increased the intensity. Tears flew down her face rapidly. Crying was a normal thing now. It was part of her daily routine. Wake up, pain, cry, pain, black out. That was a normal day. No food, no water. How she survived this so far was beyond her comprehension.

About 3 days later, she was just about to fall asleep when the doors flew open with a bang. She looked up weakly, hardly any strength left in her body. Standing there was another man, about 38 years old. He was big, and had a lot of muscle. Too much muscle for Phoenix's preference. Well, not in that way! Just like, she was getting tortured down here and a big muscly guy walks in. Not the best situation.

Phoenix glanced over to a table on the side to see knives pilled on it, many different kinds by the look of it.

Well fuck, was she about to get stabbed by this guy or something?

She really didn't want to die down here. She wanted to avoid death as much as possible. She wasn't a timelady, she couldn't regenerate or anything. Neither was she Rory. So, if she got stabbed down here in this dark dingy cell, she would rip her way back down to earth and personally murder whoever killed her. Because seriously, she was not dying down here.

The man walked over to the table slowly and picked up a knife. It was a long one, nice curved blade and a straight handle. It looked similar to machete. Phoenix's eyes began to widen. She really was going to die down here.

The man walked over to her, an evil glint in his eye. God, he was really made for this torture stuff, wasn't he?

The look on his face almost reminded her of Moriarty from Sherlock. That crazy, insane look of a Psychopath who likes to play games…

He got close enough to where their noses were only about 2 inches apart. She was breathing heavily now, scared out of her wits. What if she got… raped, or something? Seriously, she wouldn't be able to defend herself if something like that happened!

The man held the knife up near her face, chuckling as he did so. Yep, definitely a Psychopath. And now she was scared out of her wits!

He slowly dragged the knife across her check, creating a deep gash there. Phoenix swallowed, not really wanting to cry at the moment. There was a guy 3 inches from her face. Not the best time.

He then began to talk, but Phoenix blocked him out. She recently had been doing that with any sort of talking that came out of anyone's mouth. It never helped to listen anyways. Phoenix closed her eyes, trying to block out everything around her. She just wanted it to all go away, for her to go back to her magical place with The Doctor.

But of course, that never happens. He slowly dragged the knife down her arm, creating immense pain shooting through her arm. Blood ran down it, and covered her arm and hands with the sticky red liquid. She almost gagged. Seriously not a fan of blood.

The man then decided to do one of the worst possible things. He slid the knife across her infected stomach cut that had just started to scab, so it was still very raw and sore.

Phoenix screamed, quite loudly too. That was the worst pain she had experienced yet, and she could only imagine it would get worse.

He began to cut along the lines of the whip marks, extremely slowly. Phoenix shut her eyes tight, trying not scream. She wasn't going to scream… she wasn't going to scream... He suddenly hit into her leg, and a cracking sound commenced. She made a gurgling sound in her throat. There went her leg.

After a few more cuts around her neck, arms, abdomen, and face, he set the knife, now covered in blood, back onto the table.

Blood was now gushing from all of the upper half of her body. The red substance was all over her, in her eyes, on her chest, mixed in with her hair. If someone were to see her, it would look exactly like The Crimson Horror. Except more liquid red. A sob escaped Phoenix's lips after the shock of the pain left. It had left her whole body screaming.

She was right, she was going to die down here. But of course, it wouldn't be a stab from a knife, oh no. It would be from blood deprivation!

Blackness started to crawl into her vision, and she gave up to it, believing anything was better than the pain she was feeling right then.

Phoenix had been in the chamber for such a long time, she had lost count of the time. How long had she been here? Days? Weeks? Months? She wasn't sure. She had gone through so much torture, she wasn't exactly sure how it felt to not be in pain anymore. She had given up hope on the Doctor ever finding her, and now she believed she was to be stuck here forever. She felt as if the universe had given up on her. Well, almost.

Phoenix blinked and yawned as she woke up, then cursed under her breath as pain shot through her spine like a rocket. She looked around groggily, and realized that someone was banging on the door. She just kept her head down. At this point, she just ignored everything. Nothing good ever came from paying attention, she learned that in her first week in this dreaded place. Plus, she hardly had any strength, so it exhausted her just to look around earlier.

The door burst open, and fell down with a clang. Phoenix heard two gasps, and a lot of clattering. Probably another guy coming to torture her again.

But then, the restraints on her hands and feet were let going, making her fall directly onto the ground. She hissed in pain as she had landed on her stomach. A stray tear fell down her cheek. She just laid there, for she couldn't move out of sheer lack of strength.

She heard footsteps echoing through the room, and two pairs of arms were felt around her.

Who were they? Why did they do that? Phoenix's mind was racing with questions. Why had they only just saved her?

Then she realized it. The Doctor and Rose. Her eyes flew opened, and gasped as she saw exactly who she thought; The Doctor and Rose.

The Doctor heard her gasps, and slowly turned her over so her face was turned upward. She hissed in pain, her body feeling like it had been shot. Multiple times.

The Doctor's eyes widened at the sight of Phoenix. Her cuts had become increasingly worse, infected, and she still had blood on her, and also her leg was bent in an odd fashion. It was a horrifying sight for the Doctor, seeing her like this.

Rose covered her mouth in shock, tears forming in her eyes. She had never seen her friend hurt like this, much less covered in blood!

Phoenix grimaced at the look on their faces. She hadn't exactly been sure how bad her injuries were, but by the look on their faces, she assumed it was pretty bad. Ok, really bad. And it hurt like hell.

Her vision started to fade, and she absentmindedly cursed under her breath. The Doctor just got here, she wanted to do this bit with him! But in reality, she knew she was way too weak to do anything at the moment. So she let herself slip into darkness again, hoping she would wake up before then end of the adventure at least.

(Author's Note: End of Gore/Violence. Mostly. If you just read all of that, I'm really sorry if I mentally scarred you.)

Phoenix awoke suddenly, bolting up into a sitting position. She looked around the room, realizing she was out of the dreaded chambers. Was the light always this bright? And why did she feel weird?

She looked down, to notice all of her cuts and bruises were gone. So that's the weird feeling. Health. Having no pain. She hadn't felt that feeling in four months, no wonder it felt foreign to her.

She looked around again, noticing she was on a soft pallet thing and there was a glass of water sitting next to her. She grinned, and greedily grabbed it, drinking it all down in one gulp. No water in four months leaves you extremely thirsty. Actually, you're supposed to die from that… hmm.

And then Phoenix realized something. The cuts went away magically. How would that happen? There was only one explanation. The Doctor used someone of the years of his life to heal her. The sentimental old fool. But she couldn't help but feel glad. She really didn't want to be stuck like that for ages, not being able to do anything. She lived for the running, being stuck in here for four months was hard enough.

She slowly stood up, sticking her hands out to the side for balance. Luckily her leg wasn't broken now, so she didn't have to worry about hobbling around on one leg or whatever.

Phoenix's eyes dart around the room until she noticed her tank-top sitting on a chair near where she had been sitting only moments before. She grabbed it and slipped it on over her bra, then smiled. At least she would be covered up… Perverts…

She slowly opened the door in the right corner, trying to make as little sound as possible. She tiptoed out of the door, shutting it softly, and walking calmly through the corridors as if she owned the place. If she actually did though, she would have been out of here months ago.

Phoenix kept walking until she heard talking coming from one certain door on her left.

""The Daleks have failed! Why don't you finish the job and make the Daleks extinct. Rid the Universe of your filth. Why don't you just die?" She heard the Doctor exclaim, and she knew she had found them.

"You would make a good Dalek." Phoenix hears the Dalek say, and then she knew the transmission cut out. She had to hold in her giggles after hearing that. That line was one of her favorites to ever come from a Dalek. Truthfully, that was the cleverest insult that she had, and ever will, hear from a Dalek. She was enjoying it while she could.

Phoenix slowly opened the door up a bit, to peek inside. The Doctor was still standing near the screen, staring at it. "Seal the vault." He said sternly. No stopping the Oncoming Storm now.

"I can leech power off the ground defenses, feed it to the bulkheads. God, it's been years since I had to work this fast." Van Statten said. Phoenix growled lowly. Just do the fucking job, damn it!

"Are you enjoying this?" The Doctor questions, slightly angry. Ok, more than slightly. He had hurt Phoenix, and he was pissed off.

"Doctor, she's still down there." One man says, grimacing. I frown. He was talking about Rose. Rose! God dammit!

Phoenix bolted, extremely fast, toward the stairs Rose went up minutes before. It was surprising how fast she could run under pressure. She went up the stairs, and into the corridor with the Dalek and Rose. Phoenix crossed her fingers that the Dalek wouldn't kill her after she did this. And that the Doctor wouldn't kill her either.

She soon gained on the Dalek, as if they were running a race. But she made sure the Dalek didn't see her, at least not yet. She spotted Rose and Adam ahead, the bulkhead going down, fast. Phoenix took a deep breath, and ran faster, going part the Dalek and gaining on Rose, without her knowing she was there.

Adam slid under the bulkhead, with about eighteen inches to spare. "Come on!" He exclaims. Phoenix took a deep breath, and shoved Rose forward, making her fall to the ground, but luckily roll under just in time as the bulkhead closes.

She then stopped, turning to face the Dalek. It was amazing that they had only been about ten feet apart for about four months, and yet no contact was ever made whatsoever.

"Hello there!" She exclaimed, waving excitedly, similar how the 10th Doctor did when greeting enemies who didn't kill instantly.

She wasn't exactly sure if this one was going to kill her or not… she was hoping for the second one.

"Exterminate!" A zapping sound could be heard echoing throughout the hallways, the dreaded sound bringing fear to the girl trapped on the other side of the wall.

Rose's tears streamed down, and she put her forehead against the bulkhead door.

"Rose? You ok?" The Doctor called from the phone, the worry in his voice apparent.

Rose sighed sadly, and put the phone up to her ear. "Yeah, yeah I'm ok." Rose said, sniffling.

"What happened?" The Doctor asked, knowing that tone of Rose's.

"Someone else isn't." Rose said, staring at the bulkhead door. Phoenix had saved her, at the cost of her life.

"Did Adam die?" The Doctor asked uncaring, rolling his eyes. He really didn't like that kid, at all. He felt wrong.

"No. Worse." Rose replied, biting her lip slightly. She wasn't exactly sure how the Doctor was going to take it.

"Who then?" The Doctor asked, frowning slightly. There wasn't anyone else with them.

Rose sniffled and a tear streamed down her cheek slowly.

"Phoenix."

Yay cliffhanger! Ish. Oh god, I'm so sorry about the gore! Ish. Ok, I'm not really. But after writing that, I was really thinking about my saneness. Seriously, that was... just... no words. Well, I hope you enjoyed!