The Bad Wolf I

This is the point that I would suggest starting if you haven't already read the first 4 chapters. I hope this is good and that you enjoy

Why couldn't you let me die? Why couldn't you finally let me die? I destroyed a universe, I deserve to die. I yell at my TARDIS and she lands with a bump, I'm in another universe. I wonder which one it will be? Why am I, the person that destroyed a universe, the only person that escaped? I should be the person who suffered the most, not the least.

Even if staying in the dying universe hadn't killed me, I would have been in eternal torture. I deserve eternal torture, how could I not? I can torture myself, of course I can and I certainly deserve it. It wouldn't exactly be difficult to torture myself as I have confiscated a lot of torture devises over my very long lifetime .

Okay Widow, no Widow doesn't sound right anymore. I can't call myself the Widow because calling myself The Widow makes me sound like a good old woman whose husband has died, and while I might be a very old woman (even if I don't exactly look it) and my husband has died but I am certainly not good, not anymore there isn't a possible circumstance in which you could think that I am a good .

When I was young I called myself Rose, but Rose Tyler is a whole different person. Rose Tyler was a good and compassionate (if young, immature and stupid)and I am no longer any of those things.

I could call myself 'the Killer' or 'the Destroyer' and both are highly accurate, but I need a name that doesn't immediately terrify people. I mean, realistically they should be terrified of me, I am an absolutely awful person but I need to continue saving people. I need to because even though I could never save enough people and planets to make up for what I have done I need to do some good.

I need to get out of my TARDIS, then maybe I can maybe workout which universe I am.

"Open the door," I say to my TARDIS.

"Sweetheart, are you okay?" She says, her voice soft and concerned and it infuriates me.

"Don't push your luck young girl, I am furious with you,"

"All I did was save your life,"

"I didn't deserve to be saved, how could I deserve to be saved when I KILLED EVERYONE!" I yell up at her.

My TARDIS replies with a telepathic eye roll and opens the door.

I step out and immediately everything I see is tinted gold, I can feel the Earth turning under my feet, timelines swirling, and the time vortex pulsing through my mind. This reminds me of when I was Bad Wolf. That's it! I can call myself the Bad Wolf. I concentrate and can push all of that down and with a quick blink to clear my vision everything is almost back to normal. Though I can still sense all of that it is pushed back enough that I can concentrate.

After doing that I realise immediately that I'm back in my birth universe, I'm back in the great Doctors universe.

The next thing I know I have a sword thrust in my face.

"Don't get near the Pandorica! Wait, are you Fortuna?" The Roman soldier said, clearly having seen one of my statues as Fortuna.

"This is 450 AD Britain, and you are a Roman soldier which is strange. That is very, very strange as the Romans left Britain in 410 AD. You don't appear to have a vortex manipulator on you, so I would bet you not being from the Time Agency so are you…" I say before being interrupted by the Roman who asks "Do you know the Doctor?"

Of course he knows the great Doctor, of course. Why wouldn't he?

"I do know the great Doctor, and I would like if you got this sword out of my face,"

He looks slightly embarrassed and lowers the sword.

"Now what century are you from?" I ask him.

"21st, you?"

"I was born in the 21st too,"

"You were born then, did that change?" He asks. Well he's clearly a clever man, its impressive that he caught that. Though the great Doctor only takes (and then abandons) the best.

"I have a TARDIS, and have been time travelling for the past few years," Well actually it's been more like 1200 years but I can't exactly tell him that.

"I thought that the Doctor had the only TARDIS in the universe?"

"Well until about ten minutes ago he did"

"What?"

"Parallel universe,"

"So you don't know this universe Doctor"

"Oh, I do. I was born in this universe and was trapped in a different one for years,"

"How do you know this is your birth universe?"

"Time Lords are Pan-Dimensional when the walls of the universes were open they could travel between them. Now that they are closed they only exist in this universe, I presume he is a Time Lord?" that of course was only a tiny part of the reason, the real reason I knew is because I am connect to this universe time vortex but I'm not going to tell this 21st century Roman that.

"Yeah he is, I'm Rory, what's your name?"The Roman who I now know to be called Rory. I can't tell him that I'm the Bad Wolf, if he knows the great Doctor there is a slight chance that he might know who I am so instead a say "I'm Tunie, anyway how did you know I knew the great Doctor?"

"You where talking like he dose when he's solving a problem and all that stuff about parallel universes only confirmed it, and Tunie isn't your real name is it?"

"Your clever Rory, no Tunie isn't my real name but you did think that I was the Roman goddess of luck, Fortuna and you can't know my real name."

I talked for Rory for hours, he told me all about the Pandorica, and his fiancée Amy Pond. Honestly it is just so like the great Doctor to leave someone, somewhere for 2,000 years. I told Rory that I would be back tomorrow and set of back to my TARDIS.

Back on my TARDIS I take of my black ball gown. I can't wear black anymore it just doesn't feel right. The Widow wore black, and the Bad Wolf doesn't. The Bad Wolf wears red, red for the blood of all the people I killed. Now I'm alone again I can go back to that torture idea.

"Where's the torture room?" I ask my TARDIS.

"I'm not letting you torture yourself," she protests.

After a lot of arguing back and forth my TARDIS finally allows me into the torture room.

I was never quite sure why I kept all the stuff I confiscated from tortures but it seams like it was for today, because I really do deserve to suffer. I take a Victorian corset from a shelf. Victorian corsets weren't actually used to force you into unnatural shapes (although some high fashion Victorian women sometimes did that) they were more akin to a bra, but this corset had something like thumb tacks attached to the strips of boning. I also pick up some very high heels which have a large spike ready to into the sole of the foot, and head black band with spikes which you press into your head when you put it on.

I take my bundle of torture and head to the wardrobe room. First on is the corset, if I wasn't using it as a literal torture device I would wear a chemise under it to keep the corset from rubbing the skin, but as there a thumb tacks attached to the inside I am hardly concerned about chafing. I wrap the corset around my body and start to lace it up, I will be tight lacing because that will make the corset even more painful wear and I deserve all the extra pain I can get. As I tighten the laces the thumb tacks start to pierce my skin and god it hurt. You wouldn't think a thumb tack would hurt this much, but when you think about it, it is a good half centimetre of sharped metal piercing my skin. It feels like torture, which it is.

Now I need to choose my dress, it has to be red, and so my TARDIS lowers all the red dresses down to my level of the wardrobe room and hangs them in a ring around me. I don't have even nearly as many red dresses as I have black dresses (because I had only been wearing black for over a millennium) but I still do have quite a few.

It didn't take me that long to find the right dress. The one I have chosen is made of a heavy dark blood red velvet, and has a very full skirt. It is really a beautiful dress but I didn't choose it for its beauty, I chose it because it is heavy, it has a hem that trails on the ground and when you combine it with being very full it makes it significantly harder to run in (especially with the layers of petticoats I will be wearing under it) and I deserve all the added inconvenience I can get.

With the dress on I start with my hair. Before I can style it I have to put on the head band. Biting the bullet I push in the first spike and have to pause for a second because I almost black out from the pain. This is almost unbearably painful but I deserve it, I deserve it so I must push the rest in. I do and then have to promptly sit down. Blood isn't running down my forehead, and that's because while the spikes are in the blood can't freely flow and that's good because it means that I can hide the black band with my hair.

Finally I have the shoes. The shoes have a five inch stiletto heal so they will be a nightmare to run in. They also have quite a large spike on the inside, so when you put the shoes on you will have a large spike going through your heel bone . Stop stalling Bad Wolf, you do deserve this pain, so suffer through m it. I lower my foot into the shoe and my entire leg burns with a pain like fire.

I have to more thing to grab before I leave my TARDIS to go to talk to Rory and one is a cloak. A long red cloak with a hood so that I can hid my face if necessary and bigger on the inside pockets. The second is a weapons belt, I attach my gun to my side and slip my blades into their pockets.

I am The Bad Wolf

I am the Great Exterminator

I am the Killer of All

I am the Destroyer of A Universe

And There's No One I Hate More Then Myself

This will have cannon inaccuracies because, this is an AU, and I have only watched some of series five, six, and seven (I really didn't enjoy watching but I got through all the episodes that I'm going to be writing about, and others that I though I should to get an idea of the plot. I liked Rory could put up with Amy disliked Eleven and hated River). Have a nice day.

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