Legal Disclaimer: I do not own any of Doctor Who's characters or original stories, only the plot of this fanfic. Doctor Who's characters and original storyline belong to the BBC. I do not own any of the Oldest View's characters or original stories, only the plot of this fanfic. The Oldest View's characters and original storyline belong to Kane Pixels.

A/N: This is my first fanfiction, written mostly because I'm hyped for Doctor Who's 60th anniversary and need an outlet. This takes place in between "Planet of the Dead" and "The Waters of Mars".

No matter how fast he ran, it was always within earshot.

As long as he was trapped within the fractured walls of this infernal mall, that haunting, omnipresent melody would never leave him be. He darted past overgrown storefronts sectioned off by rusted iron gates, the tune echoing off of the dark corridors around him. The hope of finding a single exit permeated his every thought. But every door and window he passed was drowned in solid concrete, dooming that hope to remain as distant as the song hanging behind him.

A song punctuated by creaking wheels.

That thing at the center of the nightmare he now found himself in seemed to grow faster, weirder, with each passing minute. Could it teleport? It was possible. Anything was possible at this point. How else could it move that fast? But why didn't it before? It was toying with him. From the very start, it was playing with him like a cat holding a mouse by the tail, never once concerned he would ever get away. He could no longer afford to think about what it could do or even what it would do when it caught him. He just needed to get out.

Desperately, he fled further into the mall, the sound of turning metal seemingly inches away from his ears. He didn't dare turn around. Not when his saving grace was in sight.

It couldn't follow me into the office. It can't follow me here.

As he came to an escalator, he ran faster than the moving steps could carry him, blowing past the top and finally pausing after climbing a landing of stairs. The vice grip on his chest tightened as he turned around, expecting to see what had always been there, peeking over his shoulder. But he was greeted with the sight of nothing, something that filled him with new life.

It didn't last long. It seems as if all life could flourish in the ruins of this mall save his own.

"No!"

His heart dropped as a figure rose from the escalator. It really could use them this entire time.

He could only howl as his malformed pursuer's emotionless face became visible once more. Its hands, shaped from flowers, stretched upwards like the two lonely branches of a blackened tree. Its body followed, chiseled from wood and paper like a bearded man dressed in a black robe. Why it had taken on this form, he would never know.

It towered over him as it arrived at the top of the escalator, rolling on a wooden cart hidden beneath its "clothes" before stopping a few meters before him. It wasn't pushed by any man or motor. It didn't move or blink. Its limbs held no life to threaten him with; its eyes had no pupils to observe him. However, its presence was more than enough to make him freeze.

For it was a Giant, and he was just a man.

"I'm trying to leave!"

He'd already tried this before, but the Giant had paused for a few seconds. A few seconds to barter for his life.

"What do you want from me!?"

There was an answer, not from the Giant, but from the mall. Panels lining the wall next to the Giant fell over. From where he stood, a pitch-black void lurked on the other side. This response had no mercy or malice, but it was a response nonetheless.

It could hear him. And it wasn't listening.

The fluorescent lights stretching above the space between the Giant and the man began flicking. His head began to throb as shapes exited the shadows created by the malfunction. The bodies of men and horses appeared before him, unmoving and unnerving. Soon, the Giant inched forward slowly before accelerating into a full charge hellbent on, crushing him between the wall.

To his right was a barrier, and to his left a pillar overlooking the first floor. There was only one option.

Leaping out of the way, he landed on a pillar dozens of feet above the ground and stretched across the building. He fell prone, staring in awe as the Giant crashed forward, splitting the ground and the pillars around it with its might. The cracks in the mall's foundation had begun to follow him, but the Giant itself could not follow him on the narrow path he'd taken.

He'd given himself time. Not only that, but an exit.

Please.

There was a square hole in the wall farther along the pillar. The sight of a genuine, unsealed egress in There was only a few feet to crawl. The mall seemed to shudder in protest, lights crashing down and dust settling in a storm. But he wouldn't be here for the collapse of this horrid place, not while he could still move. Not while he could still-

Inches from the gateway, the stone beneath his palm gave way. Gravity, coupled with the weight of dread and terror, tore freedom from his grasp and pulled him back down to reality, back toward his death. All this time, he had been imagining a harrowing death at the massive hands of the Giant, but the Giant was never the real threat. The threat was the prison, the hell he'd found himself in. No matter what he tried or where he went, he'd always be walking in the path of something he could never understand.

All he could do was scream.

For in the time between your final moments, in the space between the vast sky and cold, hard ground, all you can do is scream.