Doctor, Doctor! (Closed for Angelus and I)

[Wolfsister]

Steps pounding the pavement, his two hearts racing, the Doctor grinned maniacally as he ran towards the sliding metal doors. A laugh bubbled up his throat and he extended his legs even further, eating up the distance by virtue of simply being tall. Oh boy, did he like to run! Taking out his Sonic, he clicked a button and listened to it whir as it released the door clamps, the portal opening wide. Then he slipped his body through the narrow gap and skidded to a dramatic halt as it hissed shut behind him.
"Ha!" He turned towards his companion, "We made - ", his words trailed off as he beheld the empty silence beside him. "Carrie?" His voice echoed into the void and his brow crinkled.

Turning around and turning around again, he twirled, seeking for the other person involved in his mad dash. A pounding on the door startled him and he whirled torwards the sound. Moving cautiously towards the great metal piece, he leaned an ear against its cold surface.

"Doctor!!!"

Closing his eyes briefly, he shook his head and then spread a hand next to his face against the door, "Carrie?" His voice shook only slightly.

"Doctor, can you open the door? I think they've gone now. I can't hear them screaming behind us anymore. Doctor? Doctor?"

Again he squeezed his eyes shut, "Carrie. I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry." He took a deep breath, his hand curling into a fist.

"Doctor? What's wrong? Why won't you open the door? Doctor? Doctor?"

Resting his head against the cool metal, the Doctor took another shuddering breath. "Carrie. You can open the door. It's not locked. It never was. Just reach out and pull the handle."

Her voice came through the door thin and frightened, "Doctor? What are you talking about? I can't find the handle. I can't... I can't... the door..." His eyes remained closed as her voice finally drifted away into nothing.

"Echoes..." he whispered.

Banging the door with his fist, he suddenly whirled around and stalked to an innocuous looking blue police box. Slapping the door open, he stepped inside revealing its impossible bigger on the inside interior. Striding the control panel, he began furiously pulling levers and flicking switches. The familiar hum and whir of the Tardis' engines began and the Doctor paused a moment before flicking a final switch and making the Tardis disappear into time and space. Inside, as the Tardis whirred through the Vortex, the Doctor stood, immobile at the console. He didn't move, didn't speak. It looked as though he barely even breathed. His eyes glazed over with unshed, useless tears and his left hand began to tremble.

A few moments later, a curious thing happened. A small blue feather drifted across his watery vision. It was a tiny thing, the colour of the sky just after dawn. It floated down, swaying in an invisible breeze slightly and then landed softly on the console near his hand. He tracked it with his gaze and stared as it just sat there, his head cocking to the side. Another feather soon followed. And then another. As a fourth feather drifted down, it occurred to him to look up.

"Aaaaah!" His breath hitched and he took a staggering step back. "You!"

Then he turned and ran. Thankfully the Tardis had finished her journey and so he stepped out into the cold night air of Sydney, Australia in the year 2014. It was a small alleyway, something not so uncommon in the capital city. His footsteps pounded pavement again as he ran from the open time machine, willing the Beast to follow him. If only he had had more time. He wouldn't have led it here... on this planet of all places. In this time of all times. But he had to get it out of the Tardis, he had to save -

Suddenly he gripped the back of his neck. Pain exploded behind his eyes and he was able to register a blue streak pass his vision, a shriek sounding in his ears. Then he staggered, falling to his knees as the pain soon became something otherworldly. He gasped, finding it hard to breath. His hearts pumped frantically and then one began to slow down. His muscles siezed, and he cried out in pain. The fingers of his free hand clenched so tightly blood ran down his palm. His toes curled inside his shoes and his teeth clamped together.

Hissing in pain, he tried to stand; to stagger back to the Tardis. Tried to unclench his fist, tried to ignore the screaming of his muscles. But it was too much, and before he could take one step, he collapsed on his face, breaking his nose on the hard cobblestones. He couldn't even open his mouth to scream.

One of his hearts stopped.

And then the other.

His body twitched as the pain touched all of his nerve endings. A last shuddering breath and his hissing stopped. Blood from his nose pooled around his face, leaking into the cracks between the stones and running away into a nearby drain. His eyes glazed over and then finally, finally, his body stopped its twitching. He was still.

It was over. The Doctor was dead.

 

[Angelus]

OOC: This is my character

David Jacobs
22
Blondish Brown Hair
6' 1"
182lbs

David has been in and out of foster care most of his life. He has always been the quiet type of person except he gets himself into all sorts of trouble, especially when trying to help people. He got helped once by a strange man in an even stranger blue police box and has been hunting for him ever since; just to say thank you. He doesn't expect to find him again but has a strange feeling he will.

IC:

Very slowly David walked down the street; his thoughts his own. He wanted nothing more than to get out of this city. He truly had had enough of it. He had enough of the constant harassment from the police officers and his work place. His past was none of his doing and yet he was being forced to pay for it every single day. He wanted nothing more than for something to happen; something exciting. He thought he had found that a year ago when he met the girl he thought he would marry. When she ran off with someone else he realized just how stupid he had been. She had taken nearly everything with her which had forced him to move in with one of his friends.

He had just finished work for the day and was just heading home. It was then he heard a very familiar sound. He knew what that sound meant and started to run towards it. He ignored the should and curses as he ran. All he wanted was what that sound represented. He just hoped he wasn't going to be too late.

As soon as he entered the alley he saw it, the all too familiar and still very strange blue box. He wanted to walk forward but found he couldn't move. What if this was a dream or worse still a hallucination? The body at the foot of the blue box however robbed him of his thoughts and make him run forward.

He stopped as soon as he was standing at the man's feet. Without a thought he rolled the man over. When he saw his face David's eyes went wide. He knew that face all too well. He put his head to his chest and when he couldn't hear a heartbeat he did the first thing that came to his head. He slapped the man across the face.

"Don't die on me. Don't you dare die on me!" he shouted.

He stood then and tried the door to the box, hoping that it would help in some way. He cursed when it wouldn't budge an inch and looked down at the man. His only thought was to call the police or ambulance and try to get him the help he needed. Something stopped him. What if that was the last thing this man needed; what if in doing so it would get him killed?

He put his phone away and looked at the man again; now very unsure of what he was going to do.

 

[Wolfsister]

Ba-dump.

Breathe!

Ba-dump.

Breathe!

Ba-dump, ba-dump.

Breathe!

Ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump!

"Ahhhh!" Air, fresh air in my lungs at last. My throat is sore and my mouth bone dry. My muscles are screaming in pain. I keep trying to draw even more air into my lungs and it feels like liquid fire raging through me. I can't seem to bring my short, shallow breaths under control. But I keep trying.

Blinking, I bring my hands up to my face. I slowly count them. Two things i immediately notice. One: I have ten perfectly, if delicately, structured fingers. Two: I seem to have retained my ability to count. Both bits of information are absorbed and I blink again, feeling my lips crack under the strain of a smile. My hearts beat in my breast, a rapid twin staccato that I have grown most accustomed to in my many years of life. I realize that I am lying on my back and with some effort and more gasping, I manage to sit up. Once again this seemingly small achievement has me smiling, though it hurts to do so. I bring my fingers to my lips and feel the dry, parched skin. Wincing in pain I flick my tongue out to try to regain some moisture, but to my chagrin, my tongue is just as raspy and dry as the rest of me.

I am in a seated position now and I can see through my aching eyes that I am in a small alleyway, hard cobble stones beneath my feet. I cough, glancing down at my feet. I wriggle my toes and am delighted to feel them move under my command. I pedal my feet along the ground experimentally and though my muscles are still stiff, I no longer fear paralysis. Running my hands over my knees I see my blood soaked pants and try to remember if I had sustained any wounds before dying. There is generally some confusion whenever this happens and I am ashamed to admit I am a bit used to it by now.

I run my hands up my thighs, still checking myself. Technically, all of my sustained damage from the previous life is erased from my body. My cells regenerate completely. But I do not remember ever waking in such pain before. Besides, its always prudent to check.

Hmm. Prudence. That's a new emotion. Something I must examine later. I cringe inwardly, remembering the recklessness of my previous selves. My breathing is becoming deeper now, my muscles beginning to strengthen. My bones don't ache as much anymore either.

It is then that I notice that there is a man sitting near me. He is clearly rather distraught and staring at me as I had grown another head. Though I suppose that could have happened, its never happened before but I've also never known another Time Lord who had regenerated fourteen times.

I reach up to check. Yes. Two shoulders and only one head. Good. Two heads would have just been a little too complicated. I was having trouble with just the one at the moment.

I clear my throat, "Ah well now. This is rather awkward."

He still stares at me. In fact, I am not sure he heard me. My voice came out rather soft. Softer than I am used to. I clear my throat, agony spreading down into my lungs again. "Right! Don't panic. Its perfectly normal for me to... Er... Act dead at times," I nod my head, the beginnings of a headache sparkling behind my eyes, "Not that I regularly go around playing dead."

Oh stop it. I am only confusing the poor man!

I sigh and keep running my hands over my body to check that I am whole and as I am meant to be. I notice that I have a rather slender waist and my stomach muscles quiver unexpectedly when I skim my fingers over them.

"Look, I will start again. I'm the Doctor -" my hands come to rest on my chest, over my twin hearts. I inhale quickly, shock registering through my system.

"And I seem to be female..."