A/N: I just had to write a first person thought dialogue what is going through the Doctor's mind at the final scenes of Daleks in Manhattan. It was so crying out for me to write this down. Warning if you haven't seen the latest episode, don't read. Hope you enjoy this. This is also my first attempt in my Doctor Who writings to write a 1st person from the view of the Doctor. I also own nothing…

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I am a Human Dalek…

I am a Human Dalek…

My hearts pounded in my chest and I frown. Bloody hell, just when I thought the Daleks weren't fanatical enough. They get worse. Although I have to give them points on the evolution scale, it's brilliant. I feel sorry for the poor human who got put through that. He's dead though. Nothing left. All that's left now is Dalek. Bloody Daleks. They know I am fond of humans and now they have done it. They have really done it this time. Everything I care about humanity is dead, right before my very eyes as I look at this lump of hate before me. Anger pounds in my hearts, in my chest, up my throat and into my mouth, it's bitter in its taste. I remember the words of one lone Dalek. You would make a good Dalek. Gone from me are my days of mercy, I once had doubt about destroying Daleks. Now there is none. My people are dead because of them. Everything I cared for is dead. I thought so much about others, I didn't think about the future of my own race. I have a right to be enraged; I am the last of the Time Lords. I am not like them. I will never be like them. There is reason; there is purpose behind my ire. Daleks are dead thoughtless lumps of hate. Their hate is preprogrammed unlike mine. Perhaps I think these things to myself to rationalize everything I do. But then I realize that I don't have to rationalize anything, I am the last Time Lord, and my eyes blaze with fire, cold, and death.. I am called the Lonely God, the Oncoming storm among many of my names. There is a reason behind those names. When I come I bring death and terror to anyone that opposes me. Martha looks at me briefly and then back at the Daleks. She shivers lightly and I wonder briefly who she fears more, the Daleks or me? At this point in time, I am not so sure of that answer either. But a storm is building within me.

I am your future…

No, never. Not as long as there is breath in my body will it ever come to pass. I will make sure of it. For as long as I live, the human race….IT IS DEFENDED…