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“Reckless, reckless, reckless. I pity your pain, human. One of the last of your kind, I'm disappointed in you. Really, I am. You've lasted longer than most the others. But to go down so easily in your final battle. I would even go as far too say it saddens me,” monologued the tall, cloaked figure.
The figure looked down onto the charred ground on which his prey was beginning to draw her final breath, she clasped onto the sword like a lifeline, using it to try and draw up her exhausted body off the ground.
“Shut up Bounty Hunter! I'm not down! I'm not!” She screeched, her voice a mix of pain and frustration.
“Clearly,” he chuckled playfully punching her on the chin as he crouched over her withering form.
The Woman in the Furisode drenched in blood looked up at her executor with nothing more than pure hatred and disgust. In a seemingly final act, she launched herself up, her body sending masses of pain throughout her synapses as if to stop her from doing something that would ultimately kill her. The tall, mysterious Bounty Hunter was caught off guard and felt the alien sword surge through his flesh and organs, the pain was something he'd never felt before, it grasped and squeezed on every atom of life within his humanoid body. It felt as though poison was seeping through his system and choking him from the outside in.
“Well done, girl,” he applauded before both collapsed to the ground, a pool of blood growing beneath them.
“ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” She screamed out, kicking, flailing and panting like a dog. Eyes bulged out with disorientation.
“Aw calm down human,” commanded someone in annoyance. That rough, gravelly voice was very familiar to the woman.
“I-I'm alive,” she scoffed with disdain.
“Well noted,” commented the person with obvious sarcasm.
The woman looked over the room, small, white, no route of escape, one exit at which the Hunter- wait, the Hunter, how was he still alive? Casting that aside she looked at her self, she wasn't tied up, and there wasn't some kind of gun pointed at her head. Something wasn't right. Her glance was then cast at the Hunter.
“What's the matter? Surprised to see me?” He questioned with a grin playing across his face.
She shook her head, her untamed, dark hair covered her disappointment. Her act was for nothing. Or was it, that maybe she could make something out of this, if she could keep alive long enough.
“Why are you keeping me alive?” She mumbled.
“I like you, is that so hard to understand?”
“So your employers don't know you have me?” She chuckled slightly.
“My job, my rules. And you still don't believe me? I'm hurt. I even got a Doctor specially for you,” he took off his hat to show the woman his defined humanoid face. Dark ,sewer-like eyes, sharp jawline, long hair which fell past his shoulders along with a thin, deceiving pale mouth surrounded by stubble. He tried to show some sort of human emotion, pain. But he wasn't human, and it wasn't working for her. She hated his transparent empathy. No matter, she would probably be dead soon and it wouldn't make a difference any more, her world was over and there was no one left to save her.
“And you are?” Asked the guard with distrust.
“I'm the Doctor,” grinned the lanky man in a trench coat, Chuck Taylor's and pinstripe suit.
“May I ask where your clearance is?” This guard was even less convinced.
“Oh, yeah, forgot about that,” he smiled once more in apology as he reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a leather wallet containing a piece of paper. The Doctor shoved the paper in the guard's face. “Here you go!”
The guard frowned, this guy was annoying. “But this says clearance for Doctor Smith, and Assistant Nurse Noble”.
Something caught in the back of the Doctors throat, it had only been a couple of weeks. It was for the best, so how could he have slipped up like that with the psychic paper? “Yes. That's right. I'm Doctor Smith. Doctor Smith is too long and tedious for people to repeat all of the time. Don't you agree? I mean just Doctor has a nice ring too it, well I thought so, and what I think counts when it comes to my name. Especially when I'm addressing patients and who wants to remember a Doc-”
The guard winced with a long wiry hand pressured against his forehead and cut The Doctor off.“Okay. I get it, and what about this Nurse Noble?”
The Doctor darkened and rubbed the back of his neck. “She got ill, couldn't make it. How ironic is that?”
“Very. Now go ahead before I decide to do something drastic,” sighed the guard with worn patience as he took a key card and slid it into the lock.
“Good man!” Cheered The Doctor as the door opened and he strived through it.
The guard rubbed his head, he did not get payed enough for this guarding shindig. That Bounty Hunter better have hoped what he was doing was worth it. Just then he turned his head, realising he had not told that Doctor where he was going.
“Hey, Doctor! I haven't told you which way to go!”
The Doctor stopped and turned his head around on a angle. “Oh I'll figure it out, can't be that hard.” Fwoosh. The pressurised door had slam shut with a klunk.
The guard waved his hand dismissing The Doctor, he could see that man could be trouble, but never thought any more on it and went back to sleep.
“Now then,” thought The Doctor out loud in a low, thoughtful tone. “ Lets see if we get this little planet out of another sticky end”.
He walked forward some more, striding towards door upon door. His Converse making a klinking sound against the grates underneath his feet.
“From what I can remember this race is the rather original Gods of Death, rather obsessed with Earth culture, although I'm not one to talk. It seems as though this race have found a way keep themselves locked in time. Not able to age, now, I wonder who is charge of that and also why for. I doubt I'll get anything out of that guard. Far too much of a minion. Not enough of a big cheese, I'd say. So I wonder why this is happening and I haven't found about it until now. I guess I'll find that out in a short while. I usually do, one way or another.” He beamed, and looked to his right. No one was there, again. A wave of loneliness smacked the Time Lord with a terrible sting, the human in him wanted to break down into tears or return to the TARDIS but another impulse sent him forward. One that was to save the Earth, the little planet full of people he was extremely attached too. He felt like a father, what an analogy, it was almost laughable.
He was lost in thoughts until he- rightfully so- hit a sturdy door with a named carved into it.
“Interrogation room...hmm. Seems like I'm in the right place. Brilliant!”.
The Doctor dug deep into another vast pocket of the coat, he pouted as he rooted around for the item he was trying to find. His face sparked up as he found it, it being a long silver tube with a lighted end, was that a blue bulb in there? He grasped the tube tightly in his hand and placed it opposite the lock for the door, The Doctor pressed a button on the tube and that symbolic whirring begun to take place. After a short time the door opened and the Doctor took his grandeur entrance.
“Hello there, I'm The Doctor.”
“You're- The Doctor?” Questioned The Hunter, looking quite puzzled.
“Well, yes, I've just said so haven't I?” So much for a dramatic entrance, he thought glumly. “What's with all these questions today? Ooh. There's a another one, so I guess that makes me a bit of a hypocrite. Never much cared for them. Anyway, moving on this must be the patient”.
The Doctor hurried up to the ragged woman slouched in the curved metallic chair. Kneeling down in front of the woman he cast a polite smile, pulled out a stethoscope and a pair of glasses, placed the glasses on his nose and began to examine her. Even though, technically, he wasn't a medical Doctor, but hey, he looked the part.
The Doctor frowned as he peered at the woman. He'd never seen someone as exhausted at this in all his 903 years. He turned his head on an angle towards the humanoid sitting primly at the back of the room. “What have you been doing? Shoving swords through her like cocktail sticks?”All humour left the Doctors voice he glanced judgingly towards the Hunter. Yet momentarily, the Hunter wasn't all too bothered about this. “Hmm” ,he shrugged. “Something like that”.
Shaking his head slightly the Doctor finished his analysis, usually this was the point where he and one of his friends would improvise a funny scene before speedily escaping to save the day, he liked that routine, it was exciting. He removed his glasses and placed them back into his black hole coat pockets and did the same with the stethoscope. After then he went to the side of the woman and wove his arm under hers and across her back to hoist her up, she hadn't said a word until now.
“Just finish me off now!” She howled, grasping onto the Doctor's jacket, fist tightened to white knuckles. Then just as the Bounty Hunter jumped up to shove more alien drugs into her body , the Doctor saw her wink at him. Which is where he halted the Hunter.
“Hold on there! What do you think you are doing? She need operating on, I can't do it here. I'll have to go somewhere else.” The Doctor stated firmly. He thought his acting skills had improved dramatically, more like a Matt Damon than a Tom Hanks now. He was quite pleased with himself.
“Don't be such a fool, there is more than sufficient equipment here, Doctor,” The Hunter tried to reason with the Doctor, using the very little patience he had left. Emphasising the Doctor's name to show the last of it wither away very quickly.
“Don't sass me,” warned the Doctor, staggering under the dead weight of the woman. “Now get out of the way, she isn't exactly light as a feather,” rolling his eyes, the Doctor continued his act as he walked out of the “Interrogation Room” by stumbling around and groaning to give a full effect. Once he got out of the pressurised door the woman snapped too life and the Doctor did a full turn whipping out the Sonic Screwdriver and with a short buzzing locked the Hunter in.
“Now then”, he began as he turned to face his recent temporary companion. “Shall we find out what's going on?”
The silence was almost unbearable for The Doctor, he had never been quiet. It wasn't him, what was wrong with having a giggle when trying to save the world? It took off some of the pressure.
"So," began the Doctor. "I feel that if we are going to be working together I should atleast know your name. It's only fair," he pouted. "I already told you mine."
The woman looked at the Doctor and sighed. "I can't remember. When your running for your life eveyday remembering your name is one of the last things that comes into mind".
The Doctor noted her voice, like it wasn't fully giving the attention on thier convesation. She seemed to be peering into the air, her head flickering from side to side like a paranoid schizophrenic. She was glaring at the walls, glancing to the darkness to ensure nothing would jump out seeming as she was now unarmed. A little less disadvantaged.
"How about this then. I give you a name until we find out what it actually is."
"And why on earth would you do that?" She questioned, what an odd Doctor.
 CyanideCherub · Wed Jul 09, 2008 @ 04:31pm · 0 Comments |
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