Hey Guys, sorry it took me soo long to post the next chapter. Last year was a really busy year. I hopefully should have more stories and chapters coming up regularly now, so STAY TUNED :) ~ CK15
"Where exactly are we?" Amy asked as they staggered down a side street in the middle of the night.
Amy rolled her eyes at her alien friend before catching up to his very fast stroll. They walked for a while in the thick fog that loomed over the city streets before coming to rest in an enclosed alleyway. The Doctor slumped against the brick wall and fell to the ground, sighing heavily. "You OK?" she asked, her eyebrows raised.
"Just a little tired from all the walking. I'll be fine Pond. Don't worry about me." He replied, a grin plastered on his face.
"All that walking! We've only been walking for the last 5 minutes!"
"I know, I just wasn't in the mood for walking."
"Well," Amy said exasperated, "who was the one that said to me, 'Come on Pond, Let's go for a walk'?"
"What?" He said, alarmed at her clearly annoyed tone. "I thought that you would know by now that I don't exactly think about what I'm doing."
"I know you don't." They stayed silent for a few minutes, before Amy broke it. "Doctor?"
"Mmm?" He looked up at her.
"Something isn't right. But I can't put my finger on it."
The Doctor smiled and ran a hand through his messy brown hair. "I know," He stood up and walked next to her. "Some things aren't right in this town, especially with Genevieve."
Amy's face lit up with shock, "Genevieve?"
Before the Doctor could reply, a faint growl came from the other end of the alley. He put his finger to his lips and Amy remained silent, though her breathing was becoming shallow and her heart was now racing. He trod quietly towards the location of the noise and disappeared into the thick fog. Moments past and the silence seemed to overtake everything else. That was when Amy heard the massive whack and the Doctor came flying through the air and crash landed on the concrete below.
The Doctor groaned from the intense pain that came over him, but he, with extreme effort, got to his feet again and ran into the unknown.
Amy hid in the shadows, unable to comprehend what was going on. But she stayed silent, just like the Doctor had said.
A few more silent moments passed before she heard a scream. That was when the Doctor came hurdling towards her again. She ran to where he lay on the concrete and stifled a gasp as she saw blood seeping through his clothes and staining the ground red.
"Doctor?" Her voice cracked, though she tried to remain as calm as possible. The Doctor saw right through her act.
"Don't cry Amy." He whispered, though it was barely audible. "Just run. I'll be fine."
"No, no, no. I'm not leaving you."
"Yes you are." He was stern, though it was an effort to get the words out.
The growl came again and Amy stood up to face the monster. It's many rows of teeth dripping with saliva at the sight of fresh meat. It began to charge towards her and Amy without thinking reached into the Doctor's jacket pocket and pulled out the sonic screwdriver. She pointed it towards the beast and pressed the button. The green light and buzzing sound erupted out from its head, and the monster as Amy saw, cringed and sprinted away. Amy collapsed on the ground next to him. The Doctor let out a chuckle and groaned in pain.
"What can I do? Doctor, what?"
He sighed and grew weaker. "Just live well." Amy's eyes filled up with tears. Her Doctor couldn't die. He was invincible. "Amy," he began, his voice and body were weak.
She pulled back some tears and replied, "What is it?"
He opened his mouth, "I…I…" and at that he stopped moving. He was dead.
"Doctor!" Amy screamed, as loud as her voice would let her. Her voice was so loud in fact it made her wake up in fright. Amy, still traumatized by the dream quickly glanced around through every corner of the room in search of the Doctor. However, he wasn't there.
"Oh shit…" Amy murmured under her breath, "He's really…"
At that moment, the Doctor burst into the room, a gleeful smile on his youthful face and he carried in some bread and freshly churned butter. "Good morning Pond!" he greeted, as he placed the tray on her lap and sat next to her on her side of the bed.
"You're not dead…" she blurted out in astonishment.
"Of course I'm not dead! Why would I be dead? It's not like you can get two heart attacks in one night!" Amy blinked a few times and shook the dream out of her head. She picked up the bread and spread on some butter with her fingers. When she looked up after tasting the first bite, she saw the Doctor staring at her with a quizzical look on his face.
"What aren't you telling me?"
Amy scrunched her eyebrows. "What are you talking about"
"You know exactly what I'm talking about so, what is it?"
Amy placed the tray down on the floor and patted the place on the bed next to her. The Doctor took his prescribed place on the bed and once she felt ready, she delved into the story of her dream. The Doctor listened intently, clarifying aspects here and there to make sure he was getting the full picture. When Amy finished speaking she turned to face him as he lay on the bed with his shirt still unbuttoned. His face was creased with concern and worry.
"Doctor, what is it?"
He turned to Amy, whose fiery red hair was shining in the sunlight. "We need to be careful. Always be on your toes Amy. Look out for anything that may seem odd and we'll talk about it tonight."
Amy nodded and the Doctor kissed her forehead, like he had always done. "Good. Now let's go."
For the rest of the day, Amy tried to keep her eyes out for anything suspicious, though from what she could see, nothing did seem out of place. Honestly, Amy thought she wasn't exactly the best person to do searching in the 17th century but the Doctor told her to so she did what the Doctor's companions always do. As they're told.