Doctor Who Vs Scratchman: Part 17

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                                  Based on a story by Tom Baker and Ian Marter

 

The Black Knight charged at Garmr, swinging its sword. Despite its fantastic size, the mighty Wolf backed away somewhat from the knight whilst the Frost Giants were also stopped in their tracks.

“I can assure you I’ve never met this gentleman before, but I do appreciate his help.” The Doctor said to his companions.

The Black Knight enjoyed scaring the monsters just a little too much and he almost let his guard down when the Garmr jumped him. It was only thanks to Elena’s warning that he evaded the monster in time.

The Black knight swung his sword at Garmr who instantly retreated. Again however as the Black Knight followed its prey one of the Frost Giants tried to intervene. It was not so lucky however as the the Black Knight managed to land his sword straight onto the beasts hand.

The slash wound turned bright red and then caught fire, with the flames spreading their way across the beasts entire body.

The rest of the giants and Garmr started to flee in response.

“They’ll be back.” The Black Knight said.

“We have to hurry.”

“We?” The Doctor said. “I appreciate you helping us there old boy, but I’m afraid I’ll need to know a bit more about.”

“We don’t have time. I am on your side Time Lord. That monster is using your vessel to try and rip its way into your reality. If we don’t act fast another universe will fall to Scratchman.”

“Well when we you put it like that.” The Doctor said. “I don’t suppose you could maybe bring the portal down the mountain. It’s just a rather steep climb for a man of my years.

“Of course, I’ll just make my own.” The Black Knight said as he created a gigantic portal to Scratchman’s domain.

“I will have to accompany you through the portal. It will kill anything that Scratchman doesn’t want getting through it, but fortunately I have a way of bypassing that.”

The Doctor looked somewhat embarassed.

“Well just as well we didn’t make it up there then eh?” The Time Lord said sheepishly. “Sorry about almost getting you all killed.”

“You’ve never apologised for that before?” Elena joked.

“Yes well at least it would have been over.” One of the Elves said grimly.

“We need to move now” The Black Knight interrupted as it rushed them all through the portal.

The inside of the portal was like a black abyss at first, but all of its occupants were soon assualted by nightmarish Skeleton creatures.

“The souls of the people who tried to cross the breach on the mountain before. If all else fails, Scratchman uses them as back up. Don’t worry though they shouldn’t be a problem.” The Knight said as he slashed at the creatures, shattering them into nothing but dust.

After a few more seconds the group suddenly found themselves in a small dungeon, filled with horrible bug like creatures crawling around their feet. In the distance the Doctor could see a figure chained to the wall, though it was dark and he could barely make out who it was.

Whilst the others got their breath back, the Doctor (who was less affected being a Time Lord) approached the figure who greatly resembled Scratchman himself, only with a full head of hair and a beard.

It was the hero whose face Scratchman had taken. This was where the monster kept him locked up, forced to watch as his image became one that was despised by the rest of his universe.

“I don’t care what you do to me anymore.” The figure said pitifully. “You can’t do anything else to me.”

“I’m the Doctor. I’m here to help you.”

“You can’t help me”

“Well nothing ventured, nothing gained I always say.” The Doctor replied as he lifted out his sonic screwdriver to try and loosen the chains.

“He’s right you can’t help him.” The Black Knight interrupted.

“Not only is that trinket incapable of harming anything devised by Scratchman, but even if it could, those chains are the only thing holding him together. He’s lived so far beyond his natural life span, that the second you release him from those chains he will crumble to dust.”

“Maybe we should still release him” Elena said with regret.

“We won’t need to. When this world collapses he will be free.” The Black Knight said as he left the dungeon, not even bothering to ask the others to follow.

Outside was a massive hall, filled with hordes of Scratchman’s enemies and former servants working together against the Frost Giants and the Griffins..

Elena recognised the leader of the Harpies among them. She was clawing a Frost Giant in the face, and managed to tear the monsters eyes out, causing it to fall on three Griffins below.

Elena tried to call out to the Harpy for help, but not only could the Harpy not hear her amidst the chaos, but the Black Knight quickly silenced her.

“We can sneak past them. I know a secret passage come on.” The Black Knight said.

As they crept past the two mighty armies, down a small passage, the Doctor asked the Black Knight what his story was. He couldn’t bare the thought of not knowing at least something about this world before it vanished forever, though Elena and Yarox found it more than a little inappropriate that that was what the Doctor seemingly cared about more than anything else.

“I come from your universe Doctor. I was once a mighty warrior, some called me a hero, some called me a villain. I was one of the many fools who came to earth thinking he could slay the legendary monster Scratchman, but he not only defeated me, and dragged me to his domain, he made me his servant.”

“Hopefully you’re not still his servant? If you are I may need to consider another regeneration. That’s three times in the same day I’ve walked into an inescapable situation.”

“I was never really his servant. He tortured me like he did all of the other monsters that obey him. Some refused to ever obey him, and were sent into the lake. Others were broken and became his lapdogs. I was more practical shall we say.”

“What do you mean?”

“He never broke me. I have been working against him from within all this time, but in order to be accepted by him I had to do things. I had to bring people from the earth to here. I was one of Scratchman’s few servants who could cross dimensions for him, which is why I was able to by pass that little defence of his. I’ve condemned thousands of people to this pit Doctor. Soon we will see if it will have been worth it.”

Unfortunately as they reached the end of the passage which led to a staircase to Scratchman’s lair, the hideous beast Garmr came smashing through the wall nearest the staircase and it wasn’t alone.

Ammit having escaped its cave being flooded had managed smash its way through the castle, devouring any creature unfortunate to cross its path. (Or rather fortunate given the circumstances.)

The two giants approached the time travellers and their companions cautiously, with both being terrified of the Black Knights sword.

“Now, now doggie, you know what happened the last time.” The Black Knight said as he nudged his sword forward, causing both monsters to back away slightly.

After a few more minutes however, neither beast backed down and so the Black Knight was forced to attack both. Waving his sword at them he sent both beasts running, but Ammit managed to get a lucky hit in with its paw and send him flying through the air.

The Black Knight hoisted himself up almost instantly, but unfortunately Ammit managed to grab 3 of the Elves and devour them.

The Black Knight jumped onto the back of Ammit, holding his sword up high, though he didn’t strike it down.

Garmr meanwhile attacked Ammit in an effort ot get at its enemy and though it was able to knock the Knight off of the creatures back, Ammit in retatliation struck Garmr.

“Go all of you, I’ll hold it off.”

“That thing will devour you.” The leader of the Elves said.

“Please compared to some of the other sacrifices I’ve made, that’s nothing.” The Black Knight said as he hurried them up the stair case.

The two gigantic beasts clashed, with both ripping massive chunks out of the others flesh, only for their wounds to instantly heal. The Black Knight kept his distance, waiting for the right moment to strike.

After a few more moments, Garmr was able to pin down Ammit and started to throttle his enemy. Seizing his chance The Black Knight struck Garmr from behind causing the giant Wolf to be engulfed in flames.

Before Ammit could pull himself back up, the Black Knight jumped onto the monsters back and held his sword to its throat.

“I know you are intelligent. That’s why I spared you instead of that animal.” He said.

“Do as I say or you’ll end up like him understand. Take me to Scratchman.”

The Doctor and the others meanwhile hurried up the staircase which led to a tiny cliff where Scratchman and the TARDIS were perched.

Below the Doctor could see what was left of the castle crumbling into the black abyss. All of the monsters were struggling just to hold on now, though the Harpy Queen had managed to fly to where Scratchman was, Scratchman held her back with his psychic powers.

“His power is fading. Otherwise he’d just vaporise her” The Doctor said.

“Now’s our chance.”

Before the others could disagree, the Doctor ran to confront Scratchman.

“That’s not possible? How did you escape my hell!” Scratchman said in both shock and anger.

“Let’s just say your losing your grip in more ways than one.”

The Doctor looked up at the endless black above (with the Castle’s roof having faded away into nothing.)

“Not long now Harry, why not just admit defeat. You had a good run, a couple of hundred trillion years or so. That’s more than most universes last.”

Scratchman just laughed.

“You’re honestly offering me the chance to bow out gracefully?”

“You’re weak Harry. You can barely hold onto the TARDIS. Even you underestimated how little time this universe has left. Your spare hell dimensions have run out trying to keep it afloat.”

“Your machine can’t hold out for much longer, I am the master of this domain, I”

Whilst Scratchman was talking the Doctor simply ran towards the TARDIS. Scratchman tried to stop him, but the Elves, Elena and Yarox all swarmed the monster, who was now too weak to fight back. They all jumped him and for a few minutes were actually able to hold the Demon down. The Elves kicked and pounded furiously. They had waited for this moment for so long.

However sadly Scratchman soon threw them all off (and sent another two Elves tumbling ove the edge and into the mass of monsters below.)

Old Harry resumed his true form, a 50 foot tall winged Demon made of fire (though in actual fact Scratchman wasn’t even sure if this was his true form. He had certainly used it the longest, but for all he knew he took it from one of the many universes he conquered. They tended to get mixed up in his old age.)

Scratchman didn’t like to use his Demon body as in that form he absorbed more power and therefore would use up his few supplies. He had no choice however, as most of his pets, the Frost Giants and the Griffins weren’t even fighting for him now. They too were simply scrambling to try and find a place to escape from the abyss.

Scratchman prepared to bring down a ball of fire on all of the Doctors companions, but he was jumped from behind by Ammit who leaped dozens of feet through the air (with the Black Knight riding on the monsters back.)

Though they weren’t able to harm Scratchman they nevertheless brought him crashing back down to the floor below the cliff.

Scratchman was shocked at first to see both the Black Knight and Ammit, what he believed were two of his most loyal servants attacking him, but within a few seconds he blasted them both over the edge of the ruins of the castle, though Ammit managed to hold on with his claws, with the Black Knight in turn holding onto Ammit.

The Doctor was horrified to see the state his TARDIS had been reduced to by this monster, but he kept a level head as he started to tamper with the console.

The Doctor tried to reset the system, but Scratchman’s hold, though weakening by the minute was still too strong.

In desperation the Doctor tried to schiphon off all of the TARDIS energy into the fast return swich, which would take the Doctor to the last place he visited (Earth, though only in a few minutes when Scratchman’s power was too weak. At the very least however being forced to hold the TARDIS when all of its energy was positioned her would drain Scratchman quicker and prevent him from being able to use it to escape.)

Scratchman started to rip the cliff apart in rage, except for a tiny patch around the TARDIS which Scratchman placed a barrier around. Two more Elves went tumbling into the mass of monsters below as did Elena, but fortunately the leader of the Harpies managed to catch all three and flew back towards the TARDIS.

The Doctor, despite Scratchman’s best efforts was able to open the two doors by sending a huge power surge to them, smashing Scratchman’s weak forcefield. The 6 remaining Elves, the Harpy and Elena and Yarox fled into the machine just as the last piece of the cliff vanished. (Neither the Harpy nor the Elves even noticed that it was bigger on the inside at first they were so desperate.)

Scratchman started to strike the TARDIS from the outside but it was no use.

“You miserable wretched.” Scratchman shouted as the TARDIS started to take off. Though it wasn’t able to leave Scratchman’s domain, the inside of the TARDIS started to return to normal. The hideous green swamp on the floors vanished, the walls returned to their pristine, white look with gold roundrels. Elena and Yarox couldn’t help but breath a sigh of relief, though neither were foolish enough to believe they were out of the woods yet.

“The fast return switch.” the Doctor said smugly.

“Scratchman’s power is so weak he can barely hold the TARDIS in place. That’s only because I sciphoned off all of the energy into the fast return system. The power’s too much for him in his weakened state.”

“What’s the catch? There’s always one” Elena asked with dread.

“It means we can wait him out. We have a few minutes at the most before this reality crumbles, but in doing so, the TARDIS might burn itself up. Depending on whether or not it’s forced to use all of its energy powering the fast return switch. Even if we make it out, the TARDIS lifespan will be shortened by my calculations, at least about half and it will lose a number of features, it’s size will also be reduced to less than half too.”

“What features will it lose?”

“I’m not sure, it’s a risk that we’ll have to take, but that’s not even the main issue. All of those people out there. Fighting for survival, there’s a chance I might be able to help them, but I.”

“Leave them alien.” The Harpy Queen said much to his surprise.

“None of us expected to make it out of this. I don’t intend to go on living after this war either. As long as we helped to bring down that monster, that’s enough.”

“I’m sorry I understand you’ve lost hope against that thing old girl, but I’m not just going to sit and watch more people die because of that infernal bounder.” The Doctor said proudly as be clutched his lapels.

“We’ll never get all of them in the TARDIS.” Yarox counteracted.

“I never said we would. I’m going to do something incredibly dangerous and unprecedented. I’m going to link all of the creatures out there to the TARDIS’ camoflauge.”

“It’s what” the Harpy asked.

“The outside of the TARDIS is in a different dimension to the inside. It’s how it’s bigger on the inside than the outside. The outside is the way it interacts with the world out there, without that the inside, it would just be a pocket dimension cut off from all realities, at the same time it’s the inside that moves the outside to different places in time and space. Now If I’m able to link those aliens to the outside, then the control panel here will be able to drag them away too. I won’t take them back to earth. I’ve mapped out the co-ordinates for them. It’s a small planet, habitable in a galaxy that is mostly uninhabited. It will be a good place for all those life forms out there to start over.”

“They can’t start over. After what that Demon has put them through. All they know is pain and suffering. You will be bringing monsters into your own universe.” The Harpy said.

“Separated from Scratchman’s influence, they won’t be compelled to violence anymore. Some of them yes were willing participants but.”

“They’ll still have the memories of suffering under his rule” The Harpy Queen interrupted.

The leader of the Elves was quick to agree with the Harpy.

“They aren’t worth saving Time Lord. You’d simply be prolonging their agony.”

“You say that, but if Scratchman were really all he was cracked up to be, then me, Elena and Yarox wouldn’t have gotten this far would we? As it was dozens of his servants or slaves held onto themselves and helped us get to where we are now. Let’s return the favour.”

The others knew the Doctor was right, though the Harpy Queen was the most reluctant. She couldn’t bare the thought of her and the others suffering being for nothing. There was also the fact that none of the rest of her kind had survived the battle. Even if they were to make it out of this, she would still be alone.

The Doctor ripped a massive cable out of the TARDIS floor (which he opened up using his sonic screwdriver.)

“Point this at the rabble below. It will link them all to the TARDIS chamelion circut. I’ll dislodge some of the power towards it. This will mean we will be more vulnerable.” The Doctor said to Elena who took the cable.

“Then you can’t do it” The Harpy shouted.

“We can’t give Scratchman even a fraction of a chance.”

The Doctor however simply ignored the Harpy and opened the doors.

“What can we do?” Yarox asked.

“I’m going to need all of you to help me. Scratchman won’t be able to make the TARDIS create a rip for him, but he will be able to send things in here to attack us. They’ll just be illusions, but we’ll all need to stick together.”

Elena ponted the cable at the rabble below, who were now all crowded in one tiny room that was all that remained, along with a tiny cliff the TARDIS was perched on of their entire universe.

Scratchman hovered above in his giant flaming form with all of the monsters below cowering in fear. Their fear was keeping him going for now, but it wouldn’t be enough to sustain him for long.

As soon as Elena blasted the rabble with energy from the TARDIS Scratchman started to fill the TARDIS full of hallucinations. The floors turned into a green swamp, and several of the Elves and even the Doctor himself began to sink. Several rotting hands also began to emerge from the floor and started to attack everyone.

Several hands surrounded Elena and pulled the cable out of her hands, but Yarox threw himself at the hands, distracting them long enough for Elena to pull free and fire the last of the energy at the aliens below, linking them to the TARDIS.

The Doctor meanwhile grabbed onto the console, but each time he tried to reach for the controls, the hands would try and stop him.

Elena, Yarox and the Elves all tried to help him, but the hands got in their way, whilst several tentacles from the ceiling grabbed the Harpy as she tried to fly towards the Doctor.

The middle of the console turned into fire, with Scratchman’s face appearing on it.

“You honestly thought your cheap tricks could fool me. I have devoured entire universes. You are just a tiny little spec of one insignificant universes, with delusions of grandeur, do you understand.” The Demon said.

“No Harry old boy, you’re the one whose tricks are cheap, hackneyed and old hat. You’ve spent so long in the one universe, you’ve gotten lazy and boring.” The Doctor said as he proudly thrust his hand through the flaming mass at the centre of the console.

The others at first screamed at the Doctor to stop, but they soon saw the Doctors hand was completely unaffected.

“I told you it’s an illusion. He has nowhere near the power left to make these things solid anymore. Maintaining this place, and trying to hold the TARDIS up have taxed him. These illusions only hurt you if you let them now.” The Doctor said as he effortlessly pulled himself free from the zombie arms which faded away.

“Well Harry I can’t say it’s been pleasant. It has been interesting, but I hope you’ll forgive me if we don’t keep in touch. Even if you don’t there’s nothing you can do about it.” The Doctor gloated as a yellow light engulfed the TARDIS and all of the aliens.

The light caused the Doctor and all of the Elves and the aliens and his companions tremendous agony for a few minutes. It got so bad Yarox almost felt like jumping out of the TARDIS, but eventually the TARDIS and all of the creatures vanished, with Scratchman being helpless to do anything.

Scratchman looked down at the last tiny little patch of his castle, all that was left of an entire universe as it faded away into nothing.

The monster screamed in anger through the eternal nothingness he now found himself trapped in. He vowed that he would make the Doctor suffer, that he would keep regressing him back through each of his 10 previous lives only to keep killing him again and again, but it was no use.

For now at least Scratchman, for the first time in his miserable existence felt as helpless as his victims.

“I’m not beat yet.” The Demon kept trying to assure itself. “I have minions on the outside. They will find a way to free me, and when they do, Gallifrey shall be the first world I crush.”

“What, what’s going on.” The Doctor said as Elena nudged him awake.

The Doctor felt his face.

“Ah good no regeneration. I was worried there for a minute there it was so painful. I don’t ever intend to travel like that again.” The Doctor said as he bounced up and checked the TARDIS.

The console was burnt black, but it still seemed operational.

“Everything seems to be fine for now, though I we lost about 3 quarters of space.”

“Please tell me the library isn’t gone.” Elena said.

“No but I’m afraid the garden is. I’m sorry Yarox.”

“That’s okay Doctor. I don’t think I was eager to go back there after what happened with the Daleks. It was beautiful though. Honestly listen to me getting upset over a fake garden. We’ve just seen an entire universe burn away.”

“Speaking of which did it work? Did you send those creatures to another planet.” Elena asked.

“As far as I know yes. I’m not sure if I’ve done the right thing Elena, but after everything they went through I just couldn’t leave them.

“I understand.” Elena said. “I just can’t beliebve we’re back on earth. How did you know Scratchman’s tricks were just illusions? I know Pan’s were, but old Harry as you called him, was a step up from that.”

“I didn’t know for sure. I just wasn’t scared.” The Doctor said.

“Don’t get me wrong I do value my life.” The Doctor said.

“Perhaps a little too much, but when you reach my age you learn that there are some things that you can’t fight like death and you learn to accept them. You never stop being scared to some extent, but you know there is no point in fighting the inevitable. Scratchman despite what he claimed was something that could be fought.” The Doctor continued with a wry smile as he checked the controls.

“Everything seems to be working for now. Where are the Elves and the Harpy.”

“They’ve gone outside. They wanted to see our world in all its glory, or rather my world.”

“Well I consider the earth sort of a second home you know” The Doctor said.

“Still I understand. After living in Scratchman’s home it must be.” The Doctor stopped as he looked down at the console.

“What is it?”

“We’ve landed in the year 1998. Decades after we last landed on this island. I do hope there aren’t any people around or else we might cause a scene.”

Outside the Doctor could see the Harpy sitting atop a massive tree, whilst several of the Elves were marvelling at the simple sight of the birds around them. The TARDIS had taken them to the exact same spot they had first landed on the island

The Harpy was crying.

“It is beautiful. It is just like the legends of our world. I never thought I’d. It’s not fair. Those who were younger than me, fought harder, were braver can not be here to.”

The leader of the Elves was similarly mournful of his fallen comrades.

“Doctor” he asked. “When you sent those other creatures to the far away planet, were you able to help the Elves that still remained in.”

“I’m afraid not. Scratchman’s spare hell dimensions were gone by the time I was able to do anything. All that remained was the castle. If I could I would have helped. You know that.”

“I do know, and I am grateful for everything you have done for us Doctor, I just can’t help but feel that it isn’t over. Any second Scratchman will emerge from the TARDIS and.”

“It is over. That monster will never die, but he’ll never escape the prison they sealed him in.”

“I almost don’t want it to be over, as that way I won’t have let them down.”

“You didn’t. You helped us defeat Scratchman. That monster can never hurt anyone ever again, and you can now make sure that what your friends went through in that wasteland isn’t forgotten by the rest of your people.”

“What do you mean.”

“I’m going to take you home. The TARDIS is just working out what time period we can send you to so it won’t be a problem. As for the Queen, well I suppose I could take her to the planet I sent the rest of Scratchman’s minions too.”

“She was the last of her kind Doctor. There is no one for her there.”

“Well we’ll see if we can find somewhere for her. If not I always have a spare room on the TARDIS, though I’ll have to check actually to see if I still do.”

Elena and Yarox both emerged from the woods, having gone off to explore with a look of disguston their faces.

“What’s wrong?”

“The villagers. They were just left.” Elena said.

“We saw the body of one of the Scarecrow’s victims. It had rotted away into a skeleton.” Elena said with a tear starting to form in her single eye.

“I’m sorry Elena, but no one could ever know what happened here. The world wasn’t ready for it. To be honest I’m not even sure any world is ready to know the truth about that monster.” The Doctor said. What happened here always had to be kept a secret.”

“After all those people went through, the suffering they endured here and in the pit, and they’re just left to rot.”

“An entire universe and billions more before that suffered the same fate earthling.” The Harpy said as she descended from the tree top.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to.”

“No it’s quite alright. We all only care about the people closest to us. Right now I’d wager in this universe there are billions of life forms slaughtering one another, but does anyone care?” She said grimly.

“If that’s the attitude you’re going to have you might as well have let Scratchman won. I’m not going to deny that the universe can be a horrible place, but compassion will always emerge even in the darkest places of the universe. Even in Scratchman’s realm he couldn’t eliminate it completely. Which is why we are standing here and he’s floating about in an eternal nothingness. I can’t even begint to imagine how hard it must be to lose your world, and I hope I never have to, but it can live on through you. It’s history, it’s ideals, it’s culture. It all depends on what you choose to do with this second chance.” The Doctor said as he headed back to the TARDIS.

The others were quick to follow, though the Harpy whilst angry at what she felt was the Doctors condescension, nevertheless took on board what he said to some extent. She wondered how she could possibly begin making sure her people’s culture could continue to exist in this reality.

“The TARDIS has found a time to take you to in your worlds history. It’s several thousand years in the future from this point. Your planet will have changed in the meantime to put it mildly.” The Doctor said.

“Are you sure you want to do this? I’m not familiar with the history of your planet I’m afraid. It could be a good future it could be a.”

“We’ll cope” the leader of the Elves said.

“If we can survive Scratchman’s realm, we can survive anything.”

“Well then lets not waste anymore time.” The Doctor said as he took the TARDIS to its next destination.

 

                                                        The End

Doctor Who An Alternate Sequel series will be taking a short break for the next few weeks. When we return it will be with the 11th Doctor in a story called “Path Not Taken.” This adventure will not be anywhere near as long. Scratchman if you will can be seen as the feature length film version of the series. It also took longer due to my mental breakdown last year. I will not spend so long on one story in the future. In the meantime I will return to some opinion pieces. They were what made this blog popular in the first place, so I don’t want to abandon them.

What Ruined Doctor Who: Part 3: Disregarding the Doctors character

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Who would have thought that one day, William Hartnell would be inspiring lesbian drawings. (Note: I’m not having a go at the person who did the drawing which is fine. Just the Fitzroy Crowd who created the absurd situation where Bill Hartnell can be a lesbian icon.)

In the previous two entries of this series we debunked the “Doctor Who is all about change, all change is good” arguments and established that there is an identity to the Doctor, and that continuity mattered in Classic Who to some extent (as continuity isn’t just a nerd obsession, but a facet of story telling.)

In this article we will be taking a look at how the 21st century series disregarded as many of the time honoured and defining traits of the Doctor from the start, until they have ultimately completely destroyed the Doctor as a character.

His motivation

In the Classic era the Doctor it was established from the beginning was a rebel among his people. He had stolen a time machine and wanted to live life by his own rules.

When you think about it, the Doctor has the best life imaginable. Far from being a tortured, angsty character like Angel, the Doctor is the ultimate escapist character.

He lives in a magic box that has all the food, comforts and entertainment he could ever possibly need. He doesn’t need to worry about paying the bills, running out of food. It’s all provided for him by his marvellous TARDIS that will never run down.

On top of that he can visit any period of time he wants. He can hang around with all the cool people from history, stir up trouble wherever he likes and never have to answer to anyone.

On top of all of that when he gets too old, he can just renew himself and become younger and stronger again. (Well he can at least 12 times.)

In stark contrast to characters like Buffy and Spider-Man, the Doctor is a character devoid of all everyday worries. We’d all live his life if we could.

The Doctor also is a scientist who wants to explore the universe and discover it’s secrets. He want’s to be the first to set foot on new planets, to discover new species, new cultures.

Even before we knew about the Time Lord’s this was still the character’s main motivation for travelling. In the first Dalek story, the Doctor memorably risks all of his friends lives just to explore a city he knows nothing about.

Later stories similarly show the Doctor risking his, his friends and even in Susan’s case his family’s lives simply to satisfy his curiosity.

DOCTOR: What is it, Chesterton? We really must get back to
(From the edge of the petrified jungle they can see across a plain to a city)
DOCTOR: Most fascinating.
BARBARA: A city, a huge city.
(The Doctor puts on a pair of binocular glasses)
IAN: Well, Doctor? Can you see anything? Any sign of life?
DOCTOR: No, no, no sign of life. No, just buildings. Magnificent buildings, I
SUSAN: Oh, let me have a look. It’s fabulous. Here, you have a look.
(Barbara takes her turn)
IAN: What do you think, Doctor?
DOCTOR: I don’t know, I don’t know. Whatever it was destroyed the vegetation here certainly hasn’t damaged the city. But there’s no sign of life. No movement, no light, no. No, I shall know more about it when I’ve been down there.
BARBARA: Down there? Oh, no. We’re going back to the ship.
DOCTOR: Now, don’t be ridiculous. That city down there is a magnificent subject for study, and I don’t intend to leave here until I’ve thoroughly investigated it.
IAN: Well it’s too late to talk about it now. It’s getting dark. We’ll discuss it when we get back to the ship.
SUSAN: Yes. Whatever you decide, it’s too late to get down there now.
DOCTOR: Yes, yes, yes, all right then. But I assure you I’m determined to study that place.
IAN: You can do what you like, as long as you don’t endanger the rest of us.
DOCTOR: Very well then. I shall look at it myself, alone.
IAN: You’re the only one who can operate the ship. I’m afraid I can’t let you do that, Doctor. Your glasses.
(Walking back through the jungle)

 

DOCTOR: Yes, yes, that explains a lot of things, doesn’t it. A jungle turned to stone, the barren soil and the fact that we’re not feeling well.
IAN: Radiation sickness?
DOCTOR: Yes, I’m afraid so. The atmosphere here is polluted with a very high level of fallout, and we’ve been walking around in it completely unprotected.
IAN: What? But how do you explain the buildings? They’re intact.
DOCTOR: A neutron bomb. Yes. It destroys all human tissue, but leaves the buildings and machinery intact. Yes.
IAN: What? But how much radiation, and how badly?
DOCTOR: We need, we need drugs to be treated.
IAN: But where are we going to find them?
SUSAN: The Tardis will have to take us to another time and place where we can be cured.
IAN: But don’t you remember? We can’t move the ship until we find the mercury for the fluid link!
DOCTOR: For the fluid link, yes. Yes, I’m afraid I cheated a little on that. I was determined to see the city, but everybody wanted to go on and, well, to avoid arguments, in short, there’s nothing wrong with the fluid link.
SUSAN: What? Grandfather, do you mean to say that you risked leaving the ship just to see this place?
IAN: You fool. You old fool!

BARBARA: Oh, I ache all over. I have difficulty in keeping my eyes open.
IAN: Yes, I’m about the same. All his fault! Had to have his own way, see the city.
BARBARA: Oh, Ian, that doesn’t help.

In Tomb of the Cybermen the Doctor similarly walks into both the Cybermen and Kleegs trap because he was curious.

JAMIE: You know, Doctor, I have a feeling that man’s planned it all. He knew that that control wouldn’t open the hatch.
DOCTOR: So did I, Jamie.
JAMIE: You knew, Doctor?
DOCTOR: I wanted to know what he was up to.
KLIEG: And now you know, Doctor.

In The Caves of Androzani meanwhile, the Doctor get’s himself and Peri into trouble simply because he’s curious. It always makes me laugh when New Who fans cite Caves as an example of how selfless the Doctor is, when in actual fact it’s a prime example of his selfishness. The Doctor does go through hell to save Peri, it’s true, but that’s only to make up for dragging her here in the first place.

PERI: So you got a merit badge in tracking when you were a boy scout. I’m suitably impressed. Can we go now?
DOCTOR: Er, one moment. Looks as if the tracks lead to those caves over there.
PERI: Is this wise, I ask myself? Oh well.
(They follow the tracks some way.)
DOCTOR: Ah, blow holes.
PERI: What?
DOCTOR: Now we’re near you can see they’re not caves, they’re blow holes.
PERI: Well, same difference.
DOCTOR: Not to a speleologist. And not if you’re stuck in one of those things at high tide.
PERI: High tide? I thought you said that
DOCTOR: It’s a figure of speech. You see, the core of this planet is superheated primeval mud. When its orbit takes it close to Androzani Major, the gravitational pull
PERI: Oh, I get the picture. Mud baths for everyone. Well, it’s a change from lava.
DOCTOR: Hmm. Presumably why the planet was never colonised. Androzani Major was becoming quite developed the last time I passed this way.
PERI: When was that?
DOCTOR: I don’t remember. I’m pretty sure it wasn’t the future.
PERI: You’re a very confusing person to be with, Doctor, you know that?

The Doctor’s desire to simply play by his own rules somewhat paradoxically made him a straight forward character, yet also quite a complex one too.

On the one hand he isn’t a tormented, conflicted character. He enjoys his life, he knows what he wants out of it, he isn’t on a mission to rid the universe of evil etc. He never sets out to be a hero, but because he is deep down a good person, whenever he sees something unjust or wrong, he will feel compelled to stop it.

On the other hand however the very thing that motivates the Doctor to travel in the first place, can also make him somewhat selfish and unlikable too. His willingness to explore means that he is often willing to risk both himself and his friends lives. On the one hand he can be seen as a rebel, who want’s to live life by his own means, on the other he can also be seen as a lazy hedonist, who shirks all responsibility.

His selfishness can even get in the way of wanting to help people. In many stories the Doctor has to be forced into helping people. (Which is quite unusual for a hero in a mainstream series.)

A lot of the time the Doctor just wants to relax and have a nice time, but some higher power like the Time Lords, the White Guardian etc, will have to take control of his TARDIS, or threaten him with torture and even death to force him to do the right thing.

The 1st Doctor

BARBARA: Ian, wait a minute. The Doctor’s miles behind. I don’t know about you, but I felt terrible leaving that old man. We seem to be his last hope.
IAN: Yes, I wish there had been something we could have done for him.
SUSAN: Oh, come on, Grandfather.
DOCTOR: I’m coming, child. Don’t rush, I’m coming. Well, don’t just stand there, come along, come along. Keeping me waiting.
(He tries to put the key in the Tardis lock, but something is forming a barrier a couple of inches away from it)
DOCTOR: What?
BARBARA: What is it?
IAN: Well, it’s some sort of invisible barrier. What do you make of it, Doctor?
DOCTOR: I don’t know. I don’t know. There’s no substance here. Have a look round the side, child. Go along.
BARBARA: It’s like an invisible wall.
DOCTOR: Is it a circular barrier?
SUSAN: Goes all the way round. Can’t see a cause to it.
DOCTOR: No, of course, there wouldn’t be. The molecules would be at their weakest. Ha! It’s fascinating, Chesterton. Yes, I’ve got it, I’ve got it. You know, I think a force barrier has been put up around the ship.
ARBITAN [OC]: I am sorry you forced me to keep you from your ship, but your refusal to help me left me no alternative.
IAN: Arbitan, where are you?
ARBITAN [OC]: That is not important. If you help me find the keys of Marinus, I will let you have access to your machine when you have delivered all the keys to me. If not, you will stay on the island without food or water. The choice is yours.
IAN: Choice? What choice?

The 4th Doctor

DOCTOR: Messing about with my Tardis. Dragging us a thousand parsecs off course.
SARAH: Oi, have you gone potty? Who are you shouting at?
DOCTOR: The Time Lords, who else? Now, you see? You see? They haven’t even got the common decency to come out and show their ears.
SARAH: They’re probably afraid of getting them boxed, the way you’re carrying on.
DOCTOR: It’s intolerable. I won’t stand for any more of it.
SARAH: Oh look, why can’t it have just gone wrong again?
DOCTOR: What?
SARAH: The Tardis.
DOCTOR: What? Do you think I don’t know the difference between an internal fault and an external influence? Oh, no, no, no. There’s something going on here, some dirty work they won’t touch with their lily white hands. Well, I won’t do it, do you hear!

GUARDIAN: There are times, Doctor, when the forces within the universe upset the balance to such an extent that it becomes necessary to stop everything.
DOCTOR: Stop everything?
GUARDIAN: For a brief moment only.
DOCTOR: Ah.
GUARDIAN: Until the balance is restored. Such a moment is rapidly approaching. These segments must be traced and returned to me before it is too late, before the Universe is plunged into eternal chaos.
DOCTOR: Eternal chaos?
GUARDIAN: Eternal as you understand the term.
DOCTOR: Look, I’m sure there must be plenty of other Time Lords who’d be delighted to
GUARDIAN: I have chosen you.
DOCTOR: Yes, I was afraid you’d say something like that. Ah! You want me to volunteer, isn’t that it?
GUARDIAN: Precisely.
DOCTOR: And if I don’t?
GUARDIAN: Nothing.
DOCTOR: Nothing? You mean nothing will happen to me?
GUARDIAN: Nothing at all. Ever.

The Doctor only ever does things on his own terms, from travelling to saving the universe! Ask him to do anything and it becomes a chore. He will happily stop the Daleks if he feels it’s an old problem he needs to take care of like in Remembrance. He will happily save the world if he lands somewhere on his own violation. Send him on a mission however and he will refuse to do it.

This is what ultimately made the character unique. (How many heroes do you think would not want to help if they were told the whole universe was in danger?) The Doctor more stumbles his way into being a hero, unlike say Buffy who is the chosen one, or Xena and Batman who are on a mission to help the helpless.

The Doctor’s anti establishment nature can make him both an admirable figure, who on the one hand never bows to authority, yet on the other it can make him a childish, selfish git.

Sadly however in New Who they completely changed his motivation.

In the Davies era it is established that the Doctor’s people, the Time Lord’s were killed off in a war with the Daleks.

Right away this removed the Doctor’s status as a rebel among his people. Now he was travelling simply because his people were gone, rather than because he wanted too.

The Deadly Assassin (Classic Who story)

(Engin and the Doctor walk past a long case clock and on to the Tardis.)
ENGIN: You know, Doctor, if you wanted to stay (on Gallifrey), I’m sure any past difficulties could be overlooked.
DOCTOR: But I like it out there, thank you very much.

The End of The World (New Who)

DOCTOR: You think it’ll last forever, people and cars and concrete, but it won’t. One day it’s all gone. Even the sky. My planet’s gone. It’s dead. It burned like the Earth. It’s just rocks and dust before its time.
ROSE: What happened?
DOCTOR: There was a war and we lost.
ROSE: A war with who? What about your people?
DOCTOR: I’m a Time Lord. I’m the last of the Time Lords. They’re all gone. I’m the only survivor. I’m left travelling on my own ‘cos there’s no one else.

 

See what I mean? Right away a big part of what made the Doctor unique is flushed down the toilet.

As a result of being the last of his kind, in the revival the Doctor actually hates his life. He travels simply because there is nowhere for him to go. In contrast to the classic era, he would love to have somewhere to settle down and have children, but sadly there is no one he can do that with now.

See here.

DOCTOR: How did all this get started?
STUART: Outside the Beatbox Club, two in the morning.
SARAH: Street corner. I’d lost my purse, didn’t have money for a taxi.
STUART: I took her home.
DOCTOR: Then what? Asked her for a date?
SARAH: Wrote his number on the back of my hand.
STUART: Never got rid of her since. My dad said.
SARAH: I don’t know what this is all about, and I know we’re not important.
DOCTOR: Who said you’re not important? I’ve travelled to all sorts of places, done things you couldn’t even imagine, but you two. Street corner, two in the morning, getting a taxi home. I’ve never had a life like that. Yes. I’ll try and save you.

DOCTOR: Rose Tyler, Defender of the Earth. You’re dead, officially, back home. So many people died that day and you’ve gone missing. You’re on a list of the dead. Here you are, living a life day after day. The one adventure I can never have.

Now let’s compare that to the Doctor from the Classic era.

My truth is in the stars and yours is here

Steven Moffat would mess around with the Doctor’s motivation to an even greater extent in series 9 of New Who when it was revealed that the Doctor ran away from Gallifrey, because of a prophecy that scared him about a hybrid.

This makes no sense in relation to the rest of Doctor Who. Why did he never do anything about the Hybrid or the prophecy for years? Also why if he was so scared of dying, did he constantly throw himself into the most dangerous situations around the universe?

The worst retcon of the revival to the Doctor’s origins however came in the Chibnall era. Here it was revealed that the Doctor wasn’t actually a Time Lord. The Doctor was an alien from another universe, called the Timeless Child who had the power to constantly regenerate. The Timeless Child was found by a native Gallifreyan called Tecteun after entering our universe. Teceteun then took the Timeless Child back to Gallifrey, where after performing experiments on her (yes her) she was able to splice the power of regeneration onto everyone on Gallifrey, creating the Time Lords.

The Timeless Child would then be brainwashed into being part of a special agency for the Time Lords to fight evil across the universe. Every time the Child would reach it’s 13th life, it’s memories would be wiped and it would be regressed to being a child. Each time however it’s personality would be programmed to become a renegade. The cycle of 12 regenerations from Hartnell to Capaldi, was merely the latest in a line of several billion Doctors. (Rassilon states that Time Lord society is several Billion years old, and so therefore there have been Billions of Doctors.)

This completely robs the Doctor of any agency he had as a character. Ironically where as before he was an individualist character (in both a good and a bad way.) Now he is merely a brainwashed tool of the very establishment he rallied against. At the same time it also makes the Doctor too special in the wrong way.

Before the Doctor was always on the surface, just another Time Lord. He was a bumbling oaf in some ways who made mistakes, stumbled his way into problems, never knew when to quit. Ultimately however what made him special was the fact that he was more adventurous than other Time Lords, had a greater desire for discovery, and over the course of his travels had accumulated knowledge they lacked, and by necessity developed greater improvisational skills.

In short it was because of who he was, not WHAT he was. The same is true of every worthwhile hero. Batman is a hero because of how he chooses to react to his parents murder. Even characters like Buffy, Spider-Man and Superman who are heroes because of their powers, it’s still how they choose to use them. (Compare Buffy for instance to the two other Slayers around her, Kendra and Faith, both of whom are nowhere near as effective despite being as strong because of their personalities.)

Thanks to Chibnall’s ridiculous retcon however, the Doctor is now only special because of what he is, IE a mysterious alien from another universe with unlimited powers, whilst everything about his personality has been created by the Time Lords.

Everything that made the Doctor unique (the fact that he was quite a selfish hedonist, with a heart, or hearts of gold, the fact that he was a reluctant hero, the fact that he was an underdog who managed to be important simply because of his own curiosity etc.) Has been thrown in the bin, simply in order to make the Doctor a more conventional hero (the last of his kind, the chosen one etc.) Whilst ironically all of his agency and development has also been tossed out of the window, as now he was always brainwashed into being a hero by the Time Lords.

His Maturity

The Doctor was one of the few leading characters to be portrayed as an older man. Most action heroes naturally are younger, but even most cerebral heroes like Sherlock Holmes are still reasonably young.

It’s a cliche, but it’s still true that not many people want to see stories about older characters. In this respect Hartnell’s Doctor was quite a stand out, even by today’s standards.

Whilst the Doctor would later be made physically younger, (though not always. Pertwee was actually older in his last season than Hartnell when he started.) The character was still always written as an old man in a young man’s body.

As the Doctors were all meant to be the same person as one another, then naturally Troughton would still have Hartnell’s expeirences and outlook on life even if he was physically made younger. Even Peter Davison who was in his 20s still played the role as an old man in a young mans body.

It’s true that the Doctor could be immature, with both Pertwee and Tom Bakers Doctors stating that they like being childish. Still even then the Doctors immaturity in some cases could also be linked with his great age too.

When we first meet the Doctor in Hartnell’s time, whilst he’s still young for a Time Lord, by our standard he has lived a full life. He has been married, had a family, raised children, seen them go off have lives of their own, even have children on their own. He’s also been through the worst loss a person can live through.

It’s never outright stated, but it is strongly implied throughout the Classic era that the Doctors family died at some point before he left Gallifrey.

It’s the only explanation that makes sense based on the few scant details we know about the Time Lords life.

To start with his granddaughter Susan is in his care. Remember that Susan is just 15 years old in her first story, and is meant to have been travelling with the Doctor for many, many years. With this in mind it doesn’t seem likely that the Doctor would steal a small child away from his own son or daughter, and then never tell them what happened to her.

Furthermore whenever the Doctor goes back to Gallifrey his family are never mentioned. Fair enough he may be on bad terms with them, but still you’d think they would be interested when he is put on trial for, breaking the laws of Gallifrey, killing the President, carrying out a genocide etc. (Even more so if Susan’s parents don’t know what happened to her.) You’d think they’d be called forward as character witnesses at least, but they are never even given so much as a mention.

Finally the only time the Doctor mentions his family directly is in The Tomb of the Cybermen, where the Doctor talks about them in the past sense and relates to Victoria losing her father, which more or less confirms they are dead.

With this in mind it seems obvious that the Doctor always wanted to explore the universe, but like a lot of people, put his crazy dream aside when he fell in love with whoever his wife was, and raised a family.

He had a normal life for years back on Gallifrey that he loved, but sadly in some accident, natural disaster, revolution, or perhaps an alien invasion of Gallifrey, his wife and children were killed, and Susan fell into his care.

Afterwards the Doctor then decided to finally live out his crazy dream, as no one could replace his wife and children and his work in exploring the universe keeps him going. (Added to that many of his companions can also fill the whole left in his life from his children, and later Susan.)

It also explains ironically why he can be so childish, as ultimately the Doctor feels he has already lived a normal life, raised a family, and therefore should be allowed to just do what he wants now.

As a result of this the Doctor was a very mature character when it came to coping with loss, and life’s hardships.

Throughout the entirety of Classic Who, we never see the Doctor let his emotions cloud his better judgement (unless it’s his curiosity) or completely lose his cool.

He isn’t emotionless like Mr Spock. We do see him get angry, shout, get visibly upset, but he never completely loses his cool, and say risks everybody’s lives because of his seething hatred of the Daleks. Whenever he loses someone close to him, he never completely breaks down into floods of tears and loses the will to go on.

Examples of this include his reaction to Katarina, Sara Kingdom and Adric’s deaths as well as Jo Grant and Peri’s apparent deaths. In all instances the Doctor is devastated but keeps a level head. Peter Davison rejects his companions ideas of going back and saving Adric because it will change history, the Third Doctor turns Jo Grants final message that she left him into a weapon against the Dalek, and whilst in Katarina’s case the Doctor remains focused against the Daleks.

Much like his rebellious nature, the Doctors maturity and great age could be both a negative and positive trait.

At certain points it could make the Doctor feel like a safe, comforting presence such as in Tomb of the Cybermen. He was a character who knew all of life’s problems and hardships, and could help his younger companions and even to some extent the younger audience through coping with loss.

On the other hand however, the Doctors level headed, practical nature at times could come off as very cold and distant.

On the flipside of his touching moment with Victoria about her fathers death, is his callous reaction to Lawrence Scarman’s death at his brothers hands in Pyramids of Mars which both shocks and horrifies Sarah Jane.

Sadly once again this defining aspect of the Doctors character was all but jettisoned from the 21st century series.

The New Series Doctor is generally portrayed as an emotionally fragile, and very immature character. In stark contrast to his Classic series predecessor, he almost never keeps his cool, allows his emotions to constantly cloud his judgement and can never cope with loss of any kind.

Examples include, in Dalek when the Doctor goes so insane he plans to gun down a helpless Dalek mutant, and has to be pulled back by Rose. In The Runaway Bride, after losing Rose, the Doctor goes so insane that he carries out a genocide and had it not been for Donna, would have killed himself. (Bare in mind that unlike Adric, or Sara, Rose isn’t even dead. Yes it’s very sad for the Doctor that he can’t see her again, but at least Rose is living a fabulous life in a big mansion somewhere, unlike poor old Adric who was blown to a million pieces. Evidently however the 5th Doctor despite being younger is able to cope a lot better.)

The 11th Doctor is no better as after losing Amy and Rory he has a complete mental breakdown and quits being the Doctor for a long while, whilst the 12th Doctor after losing Clara, willingly undergoes 4 and a half billion years worth of torture and risks destroying the entire universe and shoots an unarmed man, simply because he can’t cope with her death.

In fact the new series makes a point of having the Doctor not being able to cope with death, from River’s “he doesn’t like endings” to 10’s trying to save Astrid when she is clearly beyond saving “I CAN DO ANYTHING” to 12 being lectured by Ashildr on how to accept loss.

This scene is literally the polar opposite to the Doctor comforting Victoria. Why is it that 12, who is thousands of years older than 2 is so much worse at accepting loss?

Overall it seemed to me like Russell T Davies was desperate to rewrite the Doctor into being a younger Peter Parker, Buffy style hero that young boys watching the show could relate to.

Hence the Tenth Doctor engaging in a romance with a young character like Rose, his telling Wilfred Mott that he would be proud if he was his dad etc.

A youtuber by the moniker of Channel Pup recently said that he feels a female Doctor would work as in his mind the character of Buffy was already a female counterpart to the Doctor.

Now Channel Pup is primarily a New Who fan. I’ve enjoyed some of his videos and I have nothing against him personally. (In fact I even invited him to write for my alternate sequel series, but sadly nothing came of it.)

I didn’t like Channel Pup’s attack on Bowlestrek. I feel it was nasty and hypocritical. (Channel Pup complained that the Doctor Who fandom, collectively wasn’t showing enough kindness whilst telling Bowlestrek he looked like a cinema masterbator!)

Still generally speaking I don’t mind Channel Pup, but the fact that he thinks Buffy is in anyway a female counterpart to the Doctor, to me shows how much New Who changed the character.

Buffy is the polar opposite to the Doctor in almost every way. (Not that that makes Buffy a bad character. Buffy is a classic character, and it’s good to have a wide variety of different types of heroes, but she definitely isn’t the same type of character as the Doctor.)

Buffy is young, at the very beginning of her life, deals with everyday problems, like working a terrible 9-5 job, fitting in at school, her mother dying of natural causes etc.

How is that comparable to an ancient alien, who has lived a full life, lives outside of the normal world in a magic box where everything is provided for him, has no real life worries at all?

These two quotes from both characters I think demonstrate the differences between them perfectly. Both involve the characters facing their own mortality (in Buffy’s case she has been told of a Prophecy stating the Master will kill her, whilst the Doctor is walking straight into a death trap.)

Giles: Buffy, if the Master rises…

Buffy: (yanks the cross from her neck) I don’t care! (calms down) I don’t care. Giles, I’m sixteen years old. I don’t wanna die.

 

TEGAN: Do you feel weird, Doctor?
DOCTOR 1: Full of strange fears and mysterious forebodings?
TEGAN: That’s it.
DOCTOR 1: No, as a matter of fact, I don’t. It’s all illusion, child. We’re close to the domain of Rassilon, whose mind is reaching out to attack us. Just ignore it, as I do.
TEGAN: How?
DOCTOR 1: Fear itself is largely an illusion. And at my age, there’s little left to fear. Hmm. No, there’s nothing here to harm us.

 

Now again that’s not to say that Buffy is a poorer hero than the Doctor. As I said before it’s good to have a wide variety of heroes in fiction, but you see my point that as characters the Doctor and Buffy are polar opposites, yet someone raised on primarily the new series can actually think that Buffy represents the female counterpart to the Doctor? I think that shows exactly what I was saying is true that Davies turned the Doctor into a younger, more immature character all around.

As for Channel Pup’s other point that we have already seen a female counterpart to the Doctor, so a female Doctor could work, that is also bogus. No one ever said that there couldn’t be a female character like the Doctor, (I presonally resent the idea that I need lectured on female heroes by someone who only saw Buffy of all shows for the first time last year. I was watching Buffy before he even knew what Doctor Who was!) The point was always would a female Doctor follow on specifically from her male predecessors, which I’ll examine later in this series.

His Moral Code

Going Through Doctor Who: The Seeds Of Doom (1976) Review

Throughout the Classic era, the Doctor always had the same moral code. Whilst some Doctors might be more up front about it, and others more haunted by their actions, at the end of the day the Doctor would always react in basically the same way.

The Doctor prefers non violent solutions to problems. If there was a peaceful alternative he would take it. He will also never kill out of anger, or revenge or when an enemy is unarmed.

That said if he has no other choice, then yes. The Doctor absolutely will kill to protect himself, his friends and the universe at large, and he won’t think two seconds about it. Furthermore the Doctor will kill using any means necessary. Guns, knifes, blunt instruments, explosions, bio weapons, poison, fire, wild animals, the Doctor has used all of these methods to kill his enemies and never shown any reluctance or regret afterwards.

The Doctor is also not discriminate when it comes to the type of creatures he is willing to kill. He has murdered several human villains over the course of the series, such as Professor Solon, members of his own race such as the Master and Morbius (both of whom he was happy to kill) and of course monsters like the Daleks.

The only time the Doctors moral code is ever called into question is if he is dealing with an enemy that is so dangerous, their very existence is a threat to the universe at large. In these special circumstances then he may kill even when his enemy is unarmed, but he will always be shown to wrestle with it.

Examples include the 4th Doctor contemplating, but ultimately being unable to blow the Daleks up in Genesis of the Daleks at their point of birth when they are unarmed and helpess, the 5th Doctor contemplating gunning down Davros when he is helpless and unarmed, and the 7th Doctor blowing Davros up. (With the 7th Doctor being determined not to repeat his previous mistakes, but still being shown to struggle with the decision in the famous cafe scene.)

Once again this helped the Doctor stand out somewhat among other heroes. Most family friendly heroes will never kill their enemies, such as Superman, Spider-Man or even Batman (in most versions.)

Anti heroes meanwhile such as Avon from Blake’s 7, James Bond and Wolverine will often kill as a first resort.

The Doctor however fell somewhere in the middle in that he didn’t like violence, but was practical enough to know that sometimes there was no other way. His violent reactions were never out of anger, or malice. They were measured and because he had no other choice.

Sadly however New Who once again threw this element of the Doctors character away. In the revival, the Doctor has a totally unreasonable hatred of guns, specifically in his 10th and 13th incarnations.

The 10th Doctor refuses to let his companions use guns, even when aliens wielding guns are invading, when a horde of flesh eating cannibals are about to descend on them, or best of all in The Stolen Earth when Davros is about to detonate a bomb that will destroy every universe. The Tenth Doctor actually screams at his clone not to use a gun against Davros, seconds away from the reality bomb destroying everything. He’d rather everyone died than a gun not be fired?

The Tenth Doctors hatred of guns is not only hysterical, and as far away from the level headed, practical Doctor as you can get. It is extremely hypocritical too. He regularly uses weapons that are just as, if not more lethal. (I’m sure the alien you blew to pieces will appreciate the fact that you didn’t just shoot him.)

Ironically there are times when using a gun would be more humane than the method the Doctor uses to kill his enemies. A notorious example of this can be found in the 13th Doctor story Arachnids in the UK, when the Doctor refuses to let a bad Donald Trump parody shoot a giant Spider, (arguing that giant man eating Spiders deserve to be treated with respect.)

Instead the Doctor locks the giant Spiders in a room where they will either starve to death, be forced to eat one another, or be crushed under their own body weight.

What’s worse is that on top of all of this, the New Who Doctor regularly goes too far the other way.

In Human Nature/Family of Blood, the Doctor condemns a race of aliens to an eternity of torture. Now the aliens in question are evil, but still they are nowhere near the most evil creatures the Doctor has ever come into contact with. (Later that very same season, the Doctor goes on to hug a bigger mass murderer the Master, make of that what you will.)

The Doctors treatment of the aliens in Family of Blood is sadistic and totally unnecessary. He could have easily disposed of the aliens, yet he chose to torture them, simply for his own amusement.

All of this not only destroys a vital part of the Doctors character, but also makes the revival era Doctor a difficult character to root for in his, or her own right. Essentially we have a hero who will condemn people for using a gun in self defence, simply because they don’t like guns, yet indulge in a bit of torture when it amuses them.

Sexuality

Throughout the Classic era, the Doctor was almost always depicted as asexual. He never showed any interest in any of his female companions, and all of the actors who played the role, from Jon Pertwee to Sylvester McCoy all said the Doctor was firmly asexual.

It is true however that the series never explicitely stated that the Doctor was asexual, and indeed other members of the Doctors race were shown to sleep with, and even fall in love with humans (The Master, Susan etc.)

Added to that the Doctor did have a grand daughter and his family are mentioned at one point. Nevertheless the character never had any romantic relationships and for good reason.

To start with this helped Doctor Who to always remain focused on the sci fi and adventure aspects of the series. Sadly many other genre series I think end up becoming too obsessed with the lead characters love life, which eventually drags the show down into soap opera territory.

Buffy is a classic example of this during its sixth season, where the horror and fantasy elements were toned down and pushed to the background.

Furthermore as a character the Doctor just isn’t designed for love stories. He is constantly travelling, so there is no way we can have him settle down. He is an alien from the most advanced race in the universe, so advanced that even the most intelligent human would seem like a child to him. On top of that if he were to meet a nice Time Lady that he fell in love with, she would have to be ripped from him if they were really in love. (Either that or she would have to remain with him for the rest of the shows run, which would get stale.)

You could maybe get away with doing that once, but eventually if you keep doing it, then you are going to undermine each love interest as the Doctors one true love.

As to why the Doctor is asexual, I always felt it was more to do with the death of his family. The way I see it, the Doctor doesn’t want that kind of life again. No one can ever replace his wife and children who died, and he now as he said to Victoria, uses his travels to distract himself from their loss.

It’s as simple as that. (Also most of the women the Doctor travels with are not only human, but much younger than he is, and are often more surrogate replacement figures for Susan.)

Again however New Who threw this aspect of the character away. The New Who Doctor is in contrast a very romantic character, and what’s worse is that his love interests are often quite inappropriate for the character.

Rose Tyler is just 3 years older than Susan and younger than Ace, Jo Grant and Vicki, all of whom it would have been incredibly creepy for the Doctor to end up with. Sure David Tennant looks younger than William Hartnell, but remember he is still meant to be William Hartnell underneath his new face.

Added to that the New Who team often attempted to sex the Doctor up, by having him boast about his conquests, slap his companions across the bum, make jokes about “that’s how I pick up girls”, and snog just about every young woman he comes into contact with.

Not surprisingly the romance between the Doctor and his companions often helped to distract from the sci fi and fantasy elements of the new series and meant that they were often not as well developed as in the original series. (Though there other reasons for this, such as the focus on soap opera, shorter length of stories, but still the romance between the Doctor and his companions undoubtedly played a role.)

Regeneration

In the classic era all of the different incarnations of the Doctor were all meant to be the same person fundamentally.

In the classic era regeneration was really nothing more than an advanced form of healing. The Doctors body broke down and then repaired itself, but when it repaired itself, it changed appearance. It basically rebuilt itself from scratch.

The Doctors outer persona was given a shake up as a result, but his consciousness, core personality, memories, morals, motivation all remained the same.

This isn’t just my opinion, all of the most prominent people involved in the original series, Robert Holmes, Terry Nation, John Nathan Turner, Terrance Dicks, all held that opinion as did every actor from Patrick Troughton to Sylvester McCoy.

You only have to look at how the Doctor is written to see it. If all of the Doctors are totally different people, then why would Peter Davison feel guilty for not destroying the Daleks in Genesis of the Daleks and be determined to make amends now?

TEGAN: Where are you going?
DOCTOR: To kill Davros.
TEGAN: Doctor!
DOCTOR: I must. Davros created the Daleks. He must not be allowed to save them.
TEGAN: But murder?
DOCTOR: Once before I held back from destroying the Daleks. It was a mistake I do not intend to repeat. Davros must die.

That wasn’t him? Why feel guilty at something Tom Baker did? Similarly whenever he meets characters that know him through multiple lives, the Brigadier, Davros, the Master etc, he mentions old times with them (for better or for worse.)

Why would Colin Baker say to Davros “last time we met” when it was Peter Davison? Why would Jon Pertwee when he mets the Brig for the first time tell him that it was good to see you again old chap?

The only time the Doctor suffers a huge change in personality is in The Twin Dilemma, but this is meant to be because his regeneration has gone wrong due to the poison. His mind has actually been damaged for once, and the 6th Doctor is genuinely shocked to hear he attacked Peri in a psychotic fit, stating that he would never attack someone unprovoked. How does he know however? If he is a totally different person however, how does he know that’s not just who he is? Clearly he is basing his personality on his 5 predecessors.

With all of this in mind the Doctor was clearly meant to be the same person throughout all of his lives in the original series. None of his development, or relationships with other characters make sense otherwise. Added to that the Doctors being the one character, gives him an identity in popular culture and stops him from just being a title, or a legacy character.

Sadly however in New Who, Russell T Davies did retcon it that the Doctors are all different people after all in The End of Time with the 10th Doctors notorious exit. The 10th Doctor outright states that when he changes he does die and that only the memories go on.

This retcon not only made all of the Doctors development unimportant (who cares what happened to Jon Pertwee, as Tom Baker is a different person) it also undid all of his relationships with other characters too. Now the Brigadiers friendship is with 7 different characters rather than one, as is Davros’ feud with the Doctor.

Also it yet again took away something fairly unique about the Doctor, that he could change, yet still be the same character. Now the Doctor has been reduced to just being like the Slayers in Buffy, or the Trill in Star Trek, or the Van Helsing family, IE a line of heroes, or a title passed down through the ages.

In Conclusion

Clearly the same character.

As you can see the revival really wasn’t interested in carrying on the character of the Doctor from the original series.

Even as far back as Eccelston’s time there were virtually no similarities between the 21st century version of the character and the original.

Everything that made the Doctor unique was jettisoned in the hopes of making him a more conventional hero. Clearly the new series writers either had no interest in, or perhaps disdain for the original core characterisation of the Doctor.

Even the more minor, but still strong characteristics of the Doctor that ran from incarnation to incarnation were abandoned in the revival. For instance physically the Doctor always tended to dress in more Edwardian, Victorian clothes, and his hair tended to be longer and bigger to reflect his bohemian nature. In the revival, Christopher Eccelston’s Doctor had short, almost shaved hair, and wore a modern leather coat. Tennant’s looked was also very contemporary and modern too. Matt Smith meanwhile did reflect the original Doctors appearance more with his tweed jacked, bowtie and long hair. Even then however I feel this was more on the part of Matt than Moffat who originally wanted to dress Matt in more modern clothes.

The Doctor was also depicted as being a highly skilled fighter in Classic Who too. All of the Doctors (save Patrick Troughton) did a fair bit of fighting, but in the revival save for a few times as Capaldi, and one sword fight with Tennant, he almost never does. (In fact ironically Chibnall said a defining feature of the Doctors character was that he never throws punches, completely overlooking the two longests serving incarnations Tom Baker and Jon Pertwee who regularly threw punches!)

Other than the very basic idea of the Doctor being a time traveller, everything about the character from the original was tossed out. (All of this is before we even get to the gender change which will explore in a later section of the series.)

In the next part of this series we will examine how New Who became so obsessed with rewriting its past it became stagnated in the present.

 

 

King Kong: Part 7

 

It had taken the villagers many weeks to rebuild their shattered lives after the Raptor attack.

Kong had mostly stayed away from the village atop a nearby hill. The Great Ape had always felt safest at high places, undoubtedly because of his upbringing.

Gerisian would still visit him every week however, much to her daughters chagrin. Other villagers had tried to approach the great Ape but he would tend to shun them away. Even Gerisian wasn’t always welcome, but some times the Ape would pick her up for just a few minutes. It almost looked confused at why it’s mother who once held her in its arms was now so small, but it would still always hug her all the same (careful not to crush its tiny mother in the process.)

Gerisian was still sick from the Raptor bite. She tried to hide it as best she could, but the infection was slowly eating away at her leg, and she soon found it difficult to walk. Nevertheless she would always do her best to see her former pet.

Unfortunately however not everyone in the village had been so willing to forgive the great Ape.

Ticas, one of the villages strongest warriors father had unfortunately been one of the twelve men and women killed by Kong when the Ape was first cast out of the village.

He had also fought valiantly against the Raptors during their attack and had even saved Gerisians life. Unfortunately no one cared about his great deeds and heroic actions after Kong’s battle with the Raptor pack, (the last few survivors of whom hadn’t dared to give the human tribe anymore trouble.)

Ticas had even interrupted a tribute from the village to Kong, which took the form of a massive pile of Kong’s favourite food which they laid out every week.

It often took the villagers days to gather the food together,  but eventually, unable take the monster being celebrated any further, Ticas burned the pile right in front of the others.

“You celebrate that thing as some kind of hero? It’s pathetic. What does that beast know about bravery?” He shouted.

“I fought against the monsters when I knew they were going to kill me, when there was 6 to every one of us. Those creatures were nothing to that monkey.”

“If we’d relied on you, we’d be dead.” One of the villagers shouted back at Ticas as he was escorted away.

Following this humiliation Ticas hatred only grew and he eventually made plans to kill the last of the Kongs. He couldn’t do it himself of course. Even when the monster slept, he didn’t want to take any chances he could wake the beast. (Also it was very doubtful that any weapons in the village would be strong enough to cut through the Great Apes skin and muscle.)

Finally Tiscas also hoped to kill the beast in a way that wouldn’t draw any suspision. To accomnplish this he needed another giant monster, but fortunately he knew where to get one.

The massive lake that existed near to the village had until recently been the source of the Natives water supply housed one of the few creatures on the island that could harm Kong. The Piranhadon.

The Piranhadon was a gigantic Eel like creature that could grow to over 45 feet long. The creatures tended to live in the waters just outside Skull Island, but now and again stray Piranhadons would venture inland through passage ways beneath the island and become trapped there.

The lake the natives used for their water was connected to the sea via a large passage, but the Piranhadon actually had no reason to leave, as there was enough food in the lake and no competition.

The Piranhadon’s fed primarily on other marine animals, but now and again they would leap out of the water to catch flying Pterosaurs, or any unlucky animal that strayed too close to the pond. Only the largest meat eating Dinosaurs such as the Tyrannosaurus were safe from the monster.

The tribe had simply lost too many men and women trying to defend the area, and as a result had been forced to use the river Gerisian had originally found Kong floating down as their primary water source. Whilst they had used the river now and again in the past whenever there were too many predators gathering near the lake, ultimately the River was not practical as a long term source of water, as it was nearer the home of many larger predators. Using as often as they had done in the last few months had already drawn quite a few Allosaurus’ near to the village with many Natives losing their lives in the process.

Ticas hoped that if he could lure Kong near to the lake, the Piranhadon would attack him. As it was a fully grown Kong could have easily fought off a Piranhadon, but the Ape hadn’t quite reached his full size yet and was still somewhat weak after the Raptor battle.

A little over a month after the Raptor attack, Ticas would put his plan into action. Using a torch (that he also used to make his way through the dark and bat off any creatures that came near him such as small Dinosaurs and some very large insects.

He eventually made his way to the top of the hill Kong rested on every night. It was going to be very hard for Ticas to make his way down the hill ahead of Kong who could leap several feet, but that didn’t deter him.

In many ways it wasn’t just vengeance or even jealousy that made Ticas so desperate to rid the junge of the last of the Kongs. He was also scared of the great Ape. Before Kong had left the village when during a famine, the leader of the tribe had decided to steal the Ape’s own supply of food that it had been gathering which lead to a fight, where Kong killed 12 men and women before fleeing. That was several years ago, now the Ape was twice that size. Added to that it had decimated almost all of the Raptors who the villagers strongest warriors had barely been able to stand against. If there was ever to be another conflict between Kong and the villagers, which was highly likely given the Ape’s volatile and unpredictable nature, then he would completely destroy the village.

At the same time if Kong killed the Piranahdon then the village would still be rid of one pest. Either way he felt, his people would win.

Ticas walked slowly up to Kong, ready to flee at the slightest movement from the Ape. He made his way to within a few feet of the Apes paw and stabbed his torch into it.

Kong instantly woke up and came face to face with Ticas who waved his torch in the Apes face scaring it back a little before running down the hill.

Kong beat his chest in fury and ran after Ticas on all fours. Within a few seconds he managed to catch up to the native who he then picked up and prepared to crush.

Ticas however jabbed the torch straight into Kongs thumb causing him such pain, the Ape was forced to drop him.

It wasn’t a smooth landing for Ticas however as he landed on some rocks, breaking his shoulder in the process. Nevertheless he still hoisted himself up and ran as fast as he could down the hill, with Kong quickly resuming chase.

The Gorilla caught up with Ticas yet again as he reached the bottom of the hill, but this time Ticas was able to ward Kong back before he could grab him, by waving the torch in the beasts face.

Ticas managed to make it to the woods, with the Ape in pursuit, Kong however found it much more difficult to keep track of his tiny enemy in the undergrowth and so he started to smash down all the nearby trees he could to either crush or expose Ticas.

Ticas however was too quick for Kong and made it to the lakeside. He cut his hand over the water, hoping the blood would draw the Piranhadon near. As Kong drew ever closer however drawn by the faint sight of Ticas’ torch, the Native had no choice but to wade through the water as Kong had blocked off his only other escape.

Ticas couldn’t see any sign of the giant, even through the murky depths, but he clutched onto his torch for dear life.

Suddenly out of nowhere the Piranhadon lunged forward at the Native. The monster could move a lot faster than even Ticas had thought in the water. Fortunately however as its jaws almost clamped around Ticas he was able, purely on reflex to jab his torch into the brutes tongue causing it to double back.

Waving his torch in the direction of the beast, Ticas waded his way back to the bank, just as Kong had arrived, having been drawn by both the torch and the commotion.

Kong pounded his fists into the ground at the sight of Ticas, but his attention was soon drawn to the Piranhadon that literally leaped out onto the bank in order to try and snatch Ticas who managed to just jump out of the way.

Kong was startled, but not scared at the sight of the large creature which in turn looked back on the Ape with a strange curiosity. Neither had ever seen a creature like the other before, and Ticas noticing their lack of animosity threw his torch into the woods behind Kong.

The sight of the fire frightened Kong and forced him into the water to escape. The Ape however still couldn’t swim, even after all of these years and so it more waded through the shallow bank. Unfortunately however the Piranhadon, scared of the new creature entering his domain, clamped its jaws around Kong’s arm and tried to pull him down deeper.

A tug of war soon ensued, but Kong despite the monster biting straight through the bone of his arm, not only held on, but actually managed to partially lift the Piranhadon out of the water.

Ticas however grabbed another piece of burning wood and hurled it at the great Ape, distracting him long enough for the Piranhadon to pull Kong into the deeper end. Here the Ape was helpless and the Piranhadon pulled Kong to the very bottom of the lake where it prepared to clamp its jaws around his head.

200 Years Later

Peter didn’t notice the monster until it had crawled over the edge of the cliff. Unfortunately however the creature wasn’t alone. A further five similar giant insects crawled over the cliff edge and soon surrounded Peter.

The monsters resembled gigantic cockroaches, with huge pincer like claws at the front. They stood close to 6 feet off of the ground, and were close to twenty feet long.

One of the monsters grabbed Peter by the legs, whilst another grabbed him by the arms. The two monsters engaged in a brutal tug of war with their prey until eventually Scarlett couldn’t take it anymore and grabbed one of the Natives spears, hurling it at the cockroach grabbing Peter’s arms and killing it instantly.

“They’re not so tough.” She laughed. The Natives were furious however.

“You idiot. There’s hundreds of those monsters down in that pit, our only hope was to slip away and you’ve.” The Native was soon cut off by a buzzing sound of many more of the gigantic insects crawling their way up.

Meanwhile the creatures on the other side of the chasm turned their attention towards the Natives and flew over towards them, with Peter fleeing instantly.

It never even occurred to him to try and return the favour and distract the bugs long enough for the others to escape.

“You should have told me they could do that.” Eva said somewhat awkwardly.

“You stupid bitch you’ve killed us all.” Daniel said in usual hysterical tone before William slapped him.

“Not that he’s not wrong, but I just couldn’t have died without doing that once.” William said as they ran through the narrow caverns ahead to try and escape the bugs. Not all of the Natives and the prisoners were lucky however as the creatures tore two apart and dragged a further three, two prisoners and one Native down into the pit below.

Peter meanwhile was forced to run back the way he came. The rest of the prisoners had all been caught in his trap and for the first time he was starting to regret it. Back the way he came he could see dozens of insects hovering over the pit.

He couldn’t possibly hope to survive out here on his own so for the first time in his miserable, cruel life, Peter decided to help other people.

Picking up a burning torch from the mass of flames he had created up ahead, Peter ran back the way through the bugs. He warded any of the abominations that came near him away with his torch, whilst drawing them away from the Natives on the other side.

With many of the creatures blocked off his way back, Peter ran further down his side of the edge of the chasm until he could find a bridge between the two sides.

The rest of the Natives and the Prisoners meanwhile hadn’t even noticed Peter’s uncharacteristically brave actions and had continued to press on to the village which was not that further ahead.

Finally after 10 or so minutes of running, Peter came across a large log that bridged the gap. The Natives had obviously pushed the tree down from the other side.

As Peter tried to cross it however the Bugs started to circle the pyromaniac from all sides. Though he was still able to drive most of them away with his torch, one of the monsters coming from below was able to nudge the log slightly, causing Peter to fall and drop his torch down the pit. At the very bottom it created a massive fire, which caused hundreds of similar insect creatures to fly above

Peter managed to land on one of the insects as it flew up, and held on long enough until he reached the other side of the chasm, after which he then hid as best he could.

Up above however hundreds and hundreds of bugs flew in one direction. To the Natives village that Peter could see up ahead.

To Be Continued.

 

 

Doctor Who Vs Scratchman: Part 16

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The Doctor, Elena and Yarox had managed to trek their way through the snowstorm of Heleim with the aid of several of the Elves and their technology which did its best to shield the travellers from the lethal cold of Scratchman’s domain.

Even then however they were all finding it difficult to walk. The Doctor had almost collapsed at certain points.

“Remind me to do all of those things I said I’d only do when hell froze over old boy.” The Doctor said to Yarox through chattering teeth. “I’m a man of my word after all.”

Along the way they had been lucky enough not to encounter any of old Harry’s monstrous servants, save for the Corpse Eater. They had briefly seen the monster flying high above a few times, but fortunately it didn’t appear to notice them. The snowstorm was so fierce that they could barely see the giant above, and so not surprisingly it also missed the tiny creatures below too.

At bottom of the other end of the latest hill the Doctor, his companions and the Elves had barely managed to climb, there was the corpse of one of the Frost Giants, sprawled out below. The monster must have been over 200 feet tall. Aside from its great size it looked human for the most part, though its skin was bright blue, and it had razor sharp fangs and claws.

“I hope whatever did that isn’t still around.” The Doctor said as they prepared to slowly walk down the steep hill. Up ahead was the giant mountain the Elves leader said the portal existed on.

As the Time Lord and his companions neared the end of the hill, the Corpse Eater suddenly flew ahead of them and landed on the giant’s corpse.

“Don’t worry” the Elf leader said. “If we keep quiet he should miss us.”

Suddenly however the Frost Giant rose up and reached for the Corpse Eater.

“You really don’t stay dead long in this realm do you?”

Some of the Elves fled in panic, but the Doctor, Elena, Yarox and the Elf leader remained calm, and slowly crept out of the monsters view.

Fortunately it didn’t matter either way as the beasts were so caught up in fighting one another.

The Giant grabbed the bird by its talons and pulled it down to the snow. It then tried to stamp on the Vulture’s body, but the giant Bird wiggled free from the monsters grasp and flew straight into the Frost Giant’s face. The Giant let out a deafening scream as the Bird went sliced through one of its eyes, but the pain only drove the monster on. The giant reached out and tried to grab the Birds wings. In the struggle however the Bird managed to slash its claws across the Giants throat cutting it open.

The Giant then stumbled back a few feet, before the Bird went for its head which it caught between its two talons and started to crush, after which the Giant then collapsed face down in the snow, with the Corpse Eater landing on its back.

“He’ll only have a half hour or so to finish that meal before the Frost Giant pops up again. Should be more than enough mind you.” The Elf Leader said.

The Doctor looked up at the giant mountain ahead of them.

“We’ll never make it up there. Look how long it took just to get up that hill. I’m already struggling to stand.”

“Me too” Elena said weakly.

“We have no choice, it’s the only way up.”

Suddenly the Corpse Eater started to fly into the air screaming.

“He goes to all that effort and then he just leaves his meal?” The Doctor asked. Through the Blizzard the Elf king could see several more Frost Giants running down the hill.

“They all know this reality is crumbling” the Doctor said.

“That’s why they’re not hunting us. Doesn’t mean they won’t kill us if they see us though.”

Scratchman’s castle was now the only scrap left of the universe he had called home for the past several millenia.

In a way he was almost sad to see it go. He had spent so long in this domain, the monster felt he had time to create the perfect Demons, most of whom had fallen into the oblivion around them. Still Harry wouldn’t be losing any sleep over it.

The Demon had managed to connect the TARDIS’s “veins” to the tiny crack still left in the forcefield. The TARDIS had tried to trick the Demon a few more times, but Scratchman was either too wiley for the TARDIS, or if he did suspect trickery he would simply threaten to make the TARDIS flay more prisoners that he still kept protected from the war zone his castle had become.

“In a matter of minutes a new world will fall and tremble before my feet.” Scratchman said with giddy anticipation.

Some of Scratchman’s enemies had managed to make their way into his castle before it collapsed, thanks to the Black Knight, the armies man on the inside. Among those who had escaped the oblivion included the Queen of the Harpies, who was now possibly the last of her kind. She still fought against Scratchman’s Demons even though they had mostly been reduced to fleeing now.

The Harpy Queen picked up one of Scratchman’s most notorious torturers from the rabble of fleeing monstrosities and flew him towards the very edge of the castle that was beginning to crumble away into nothing.

“Do you remember a Harpy named Eiserka? Do you!” She screamed as she dangled him over oblivion.

“Please I can help you, I swear I can. Scratchman’s power is depleting. He is not erasing this universe out of choice, he needs to escape it as much as we do. If we strike together we can take the monster down.”

The Harpy considered this.

“He is trying to use an alien’s vessel to escape.”

“I know all about the Time Lord’s vessel. In fact chances are I knew about it before you did. Still you’ve shown me that his power over his minions is genuinely fading. I thought this reality crumbling was just his usual scorch the earth, or rather universe policy, but you’d never have told me he was weak before. I can tell when you’re lying. Still I don’t believe you were forced into hurting people at his command. I know you. You loved it.” She said as she dropped him into the abyss below.

The Harpy then flew over the crowd of Demons and monsters below.

“This universe is crumbling. Many of us suspected it for a long time, but some of us foolishly held out hope that Scratchman could be appeased, or that if we helped slaughter one another we’d be spared his wrath.

He’s going to flee this reality in a matter of minutes and leave us to go tumbling into oblivion. You can see it around you, whilst he’ll be laughing at us as he tears apart another universe. Now is the time to stop him. He’s weak, weaker than he’s ever been before, which is why he can’t hold this universe together. We can at last make him pay for turning us into his servants. What will you do, remain loyal to a Demon that’s about to condemn you to oblivion, or try and drag him down with us.”

Not all of the Demons responded to her speech, but enough of Scratchman’s minions who had barely managed to claw their way into his castle didn’t need much more encouragment to fight him. A horde of Demons and Centaurs and Satyrs charged their way through Scratchman’s halls.

The Demon had been observing this on his scanner.

“Do they honestly think that I’d get this far and let them stop me?” Scratchman said as he opened up portals to his previous hell dimensions.

A whole host of new monsters soon emerged to tackle the army, they included the gigantic Griffins from the bridge dimensions, Frost Giants and Erlik the king of the tar dimension.

“That should keep them busy. Now where were we” Scratchman said as he returned to the TARDIS.

“We’re done for.” Yarox said. “We’ll never get by that many of the Giants.”

“I doubt they’d see us through this snow storm” Yarox said.

“He’s right, we just have to hope they don’t notice us. What other choice do we have anyway?” The Doctor replied.

The weary travellers crept through the blazing storm to the side of the mountain keeping well clear of the thundering giants. Fortunately the monsters didn’t take any notice of them as they scrambled up the mountan.

“Okay we only have one chance here, we need to run into the portal and once we get there hold on.” The Doctor said.

“To what?”

“Yourself. I’m not naive. I don’t think Scratchman would make it easy for people just to slip through realms like that. If you thought the cold out here was bad. There’s a good chance we won’t survive.”

The travellers waited for a few more minutes until a chance presented itself, with the nearest Frost Giants being a about 30 or so feet away (though it was still hard to make out in the blizzard.)

As they prepared to scramble up the mountain however into the portal the Elves stopped the Doctor, Elena and Yarox in their tracks at the sound of a massive roar they knew only too well.

“Garmr” the leader of the Elves said.

“We need to go now.”

Before they could retreat however, a gigantic Wolf emerged from the portal. Little did the Elves know the Wolf could sense the second anyone got near the portal and could teleport there in an instant. (Virtually no Elves had ever lived long enough to reach the portal.)

There really was no escape from one of Scratchman’s hells if he didn’t want it.

The Wolf was gigantic, it must have measured over 100 feet long and stood over 50 feet tall.

Despite this however in contrast to the Corpse Eater it could see the Doctor and the others very clearly through the blizzard. Worse the Frost Giants behind had been alerted to their presence by Garmr.

As all seemed lost suddenly another figure came charging its way out of the portal and down the mountain. It was the black knight.

“Sorry for taking so long Time Lord.” The Knight said.

“I had some business to attend to upstairs.”

To Be Continued

The Savage Era: Part 1: True Monsters

“You useless little bitch. You had one job, one job. If your father was here he’d fucking kill you.”

Leontine overheard this disgusting tirade from upstairs as she was forced to roast what was left of their beloved family pet, or rather her little sister, Lehia’s pet Donkey Serania over a spit.

It was a hard enough situation she and her sister were in anyway, but their mother Cyreian had pushed them both to almost breaking point.

Cyreian had never been a good mother to her girls. They had always been much closer to their father, but in the last three years as the village of Hesora had become cut off from the city, and food supplies had become scarce (thanks to Demons coming to occupy the wastelands in between the city and the outer villages.) Cyreian began to snap under the pressure. When her husband was killed by a Demon raid on the village however, just 2 years ago, her relationship with her children completely broke down.

Of the two of them she seemed to value Leontine more because she was stronger and could look after herself, but still largely held both girls in contempt.

Lehia came running into the living room, sobbing. She hadn’t wanted see her beloved pet in this state, but now she didn’t care.

Leontine hugged Lehia who was covered in cuts and bruises, promising her little sister that things would be different soon even if she knew they weren’t. She’d always defended Lehia when they were very young children. Both girls were still only teenagers, with Lehia being 17 years old and Leontine being 19. Now however, every day Leontine was letting her sister be bullied by their mother, other than the odd weak sign of protest.

Leontine had faced down many bullies in her time on the rough streets of Hesora. Even before the Demons the village wasn’t exactly a peaceful, serene place. With her mother however it was different. Leontine had always been scared of her, even though it was ridiculous as her mother was small and frail, whilst Leontine stood over 6 foot tall and through the labour she’d been forced to take up after fathers death, incredibly strong. Leontine found she still couldn’t stand up to her mother however, as much as she wanted to.

Cyreian soon came storming into the room after Lehia sporting a black eye.

“You were supposed to help me.” Cyreian said carrying a large stick.

“You should have never taken her there in the first place.” Leontine replied, somewhat sheepishly.

“Well I could hardly leave her here to protect our supplies, could I?”

Cyreian and Lehia had attempted to steal from Kenisal’s farm, which normally supplied food to the entire village. Now however thanks to the Demons it was forced to ration it’s supplies until a new shipment came in from the city every month.

Lehia had lost her nerve during the theft and she had inadvertantly spooked several of the animals, which had alerted the owner of the farm.  Cyreian tried to take the food by force, but it didn’t end well for her as her black eye attested.

Worse than that however as they had tried to steal rations, then the three women would be blacklisted for the next 3 months.

As it was they weren’t getting that many food rations anyway. They were deemed low skilled workers by Kenisal, not important enough for the wellbeing of the village.

Even though almost all of their supplies were gone, Lehia still didn’t want to sacrficie Serania, but Cyreian had beaten her bloody after the botched robbery into submission.

Cyreian however was more just taking out her frustration out on her daughter for the foiled robbery. By this stage Lehia was so intimidated by her mother that she could got her to go along with what she wanted, with just a threatening look.

Tonight would be even worse for Leontine and Lehia than normal however as they would be forced to remain indoors at all times as tonight was when the Liroca Demon prowled the streets.

The Liroca was a particular type of Demon known as a Vandal. Hideous, clawed, soul devouring monsters. There were hundreds of different breeds of Vandals, all with their own powers, but they all fed on souls.

The Liroca could not enter a house uninvited and therefore at night the people of the village would make sure they remained indoors. The Demon however would still snack on several of the homeless and the guards who did their best to try and protect the village.

The beast arrived in the village every night of the first week of a new month. Its hunting habits were so rigid, yet in all this time no one had been able to lay a trap for the beast. Its biggest strength was the fact that it could phase through solid objects and avoid any attempt to stab its heart with a silver sharp (its only weakness alongside sunlight.) The enchantments that had been supplied to the city had been able to hold out most of the other Demons that prowled the wasteland, but the Vandal’s teleporting powers were evidently able to overcome any type of magic.

“I hope you didn’t lose the silver knife.” Cyreian said to Leontine.

“It’s in my room. We won’t need it. The Vandal will have plenty of homeless to feast on. As bad as things are for us we can always be thankful we have a roof over our heads.” Leontine said.

“Not when you share it with a worthless idiot like this.” Cyreian spat at Lehia. “Is dying slowly from hunger because of this idiot worse than a quick stab in the stomach by some clawed Demon? Mind you either way I’ll be free of her.”

Ignoring her mothers cruel taunts, Leontine started to cut large chunks off of Serania’s body.

Lehia couldn’t take it anymore. For a moment she almost considered running out into the streets and letting the Vandal eat her, but then she thought about how she couldn’t leave Leontine with their mother and so she simply ran upstairs again.

“She’s not getting off that easy. I’m going to make sure she eats some of that stupid animal she loved so much. For her sake as much you understand. She needs to keep her strength up.”

Leontine slammed down two large chunks of burnt meat on the table.

It wasn’t the most appetizing looking meal. The primitive equipment Leontine had and her lack of cooking skills in general had burnt it to the point where it looked more like charcol.

“Useless fucking animal. Could never carry anything, was babied by that moron up there, ate too much, and now even in death it makes for a disgusting meal.” Cyreian said as she spat out bits of the foul “meal” in front of her.

“To think what we could have been eating tonight instead.”

“What happened?”

“What do you think happened? Your sister. She messed up again like she always does, and as per usual I paid the price for it.” Cyreian said as she gently felt her black eye.

“She spends far too much time up there, time she could be working. Is it any wonder she’s so useless.”

“Can you blame her for wanting to be up there away from you?” Leontine said, still somewhat meekly.

“What was that?

“You heard me?” Leontine said whilst not even looking up at her sorry excuse for a mother.

“I know she doesn’t always pull her weight, but she’s just a child.”

“There’s no such thing in this world as just a child anymore.” Cyreian said firmly. “Look at it out there. Everybody too scared to leave their houses because of one Demon. One. Beyond our village meanwhile there are hundreds of thousands of Demons worse than that creature we’ll all be hoping settles for some bloody tramp tonight All over the world there are more and more of those monsters every year. Either crawling out of the hell they came from, or turning other people into monsters like them. How can you possibly expect someone like Lehian to cope if she’s not going to toughen up a little.”

“You’re not doing it to make her cope. You’re doing it because you can’t cope” Florence said, for once with a bit more confidence.

“What do you mean?”

“You can’t cope. You’ve failed your daughters and you know it.”

Before Leontine could even finish, her mother struck her across the face. It barely hurt Leontine, but she had to control her anger all the same.

Cyreian, foolishly thinking her girl was afraid of her, picked up her stick and slammed it down on the table.

“Another fucking word and I’ll throw you out there to be eaten by that Vandal. Understand.”

Leontine didn’t say anything but she stood up, towering over and glaring at her mother which unnerved Cyreian for a few minutes before Leontine went up to her room. Cyreian then threw the burnt meat her daughter had made out of the window.

“Useless pet for a useless girl” she said before stomping off to bed.

Neither Cyreian or Leontine would get to sleep however. It was always difficult whenever the Vandal stalked the village. Leontine would always looked out the window of her room, clutching the silver knife in case the monster got anywhere near.

There was no sign of the Demon in her neighbourhood. In fact she had only seen it come by this area once. She’ll never forget the sight of the monster murdering an old homeless man. The Vandals fed using their claws. They’d stab their clawed hands into their victims chests or stomachs and absorb their souls into their bodies, destroying them in the process. The Vandal didn’t just kill their victims, they destroyed everything about them, making them among the most feared Demons.

After a few hours Leontine started to drift off, but she was soon roused by the sound of screaming across the hall.

“I knew it. I knew it, you lying, cheating little bitch!” Cyreian screamed before storming out of the room holding a small rabbit. Cyreian spotted Leontine peering out of the door and shouted at her.

“Can you believe this, we’re starving and she is keeping this rodent from us?”

“Please, please it’s the only friend I have.” Lehia sobbed on her knees.

Leontine tried to calm Lehia down, but her little sister couldn’t take it anymore and ran down the stairs after her mother.

In the living room, Cyreian was already wielding a cleaver, preparing to part the animals head from its shoulders. This time Lehia tackled Cyreian, but Cyreian not only pushed her to the ground but actually held her meat cleaver up.

For once however, Lehia stood up to her mother and tackled her mother to the ground. She then opened the door to the house and put her rabbit outside. The Vandal wouldn’t hurt the rabbit. It was only interested in people, but there is no way that Cyreian would risk going outside to get the rabbit back.

“You nasty, spiteful little bitch. You’d let your mother and your sister starve to save that dumb animal.”

Cyreian threw her cleaver at Lehia which narrowly missed her and smashed the window behind. She then picked up her stick and started to batter Lehia viciously.

“I’m fed up with you. ” Cyreian said as she dragged her daughter to the fire place.

“No please, please, Leontine, help me, help” Lehia shouted.

Leontine couldn’t take it anymore. Her mothers pitiful attempts to bully her earlier had alerted Leontine to just how pathetic and frail her mother was. She rushed down the stairs and stopped her mother from sticking Lehia’s face in the fire.

Cyreian then tried to strike Leontine, but she easily pulled the stick from her crazed mother. Overcome with rage Leontine hit her mother over the head with her own stick.

Cyreian was instantly knocked to the floor, weak and bloodied.

For the first time Leontine saw her mother as the weak, cowardly, feeble woman she was. No longer did she seem like the powerful figure who could throw her out onto the streets, take away her food supplies for several days, or lock her in her room.

All of the repressed anger and hatred she had for mother came flooding out and she repeatedly hit Cyreian whilst she was on the floor with her own stick until it broke. She then started to punch her face with all her strength for several minutes until ironically Lehia had to intervene.

“Stop it, stop it. Please, please.”

Leontine pulled back, but it was too late. Her mother was dead.

“What did you, what did you do.” Lehia said.

“I, I don’t know I just. I couldn’t stop.” Leontine said whilst shaking, her fist dripping with her own mothers blood.

“What are we going to do? They’ll kill you.”

“And then what’ll happen to you? There’s no way you can do my job, you’ll lose the house and then sooner or later, be meat for that monster out there.”

A few minutes passed during which Lehia did nothing but sob.

“We have to get out of here now.”

“What the house?? We can’t the Vandal’s outside.”

“I’m not just talking about the house. This entire village. We need to get out now.”

“The only thing out there is a desert filled with Demons.”

“There are other villages we can get too in the desert. Villages that have done better during the crisis, that aren’t dependent on those idiots in the city.”

“We can’t those monsters they’ll kill us.”

“If we stay here, we’re both as good as dead. Isn’t it better to try and make it across those badlands, than just sit back and wait for them to break my legs and throw me out with the Demons, or throw you out onto the streets where if the Vandal dosen’t get you, hunger will?”

To Be Continued

The Circus Master: The Curse of The Robots: Part 7

 

“What are you” one of the hordes of Demons that surrounded Denika and the others asked.

“What are we, well that’s a bit tricky. How do we explain the history of humanity in just a few minutes?” Denika said.

“We’re not great, but we’re a bit better than you lot? I think that covers it.” Denika joked much to the monsters annoyance.

“You have no idea the agonies we can dream up for you, the suffering we’ve seen in the pit, the”

Whilst the Demonic spirit was boasting, Denika summoned up a massive energy ball with all of her strength against the spirits, but as the smoke cleared she saw much to her horror that they weren’t phased at all.

“Well that was a bit anti climactic.” She said with regret.

The Demons then effortlessly knocked Denika and the others out, but their leader stopped them from going too far and killing either the time travellers or the slaves.

“No these are strange aliens, the leaders above will want to interrogate them.”

Up above in one of the mines Florence meanwhile had been completely overpowered by the Demonic spirits. She had fought valiantly, but she ultimately had no way of dispatching the Demons and they were able to dogpile on her.

The Demons however unlike with Denika and the others, were so enraged that they tried to kill Florence. Not knowing anything about the weaknesses of her breed of Vampire, the monsters tore large chunks of flesh out of her stomach. One of the Demons pulled her intestine out, whilst another stuck its hand right through her chest and grabbed her heart.

“Why won’t you die” The Demon screamed as it crushed her heart in its hands.

Suddenly however the Demons started to fade away into smoke. “What, what’s happening, what are you doing you freak.” The leader screamed at Florence.

“I have no idea. I wish I could take credit for it as it’s brilliant but sadly?” Florence said whilst spitting up blood.

The Demons in the mine soon all faded away into nothing but mist.

As Florence’s natural healing powers kicked in and she tried to stand she was helped by an alien similar to the slaves, but dressed in what looked like a military uniform.

“I assume you were responsible for this?” Florence asked as she held her guts in.

“Yes, my name is Cricex. I am a member of the resistance. The exorcism I used disipates the Demoninc spirit. It takes a few minutes to kick in. Hasn’t been useful in years as the machines these creatures normally wear protects them. Hardly anybody has bothered to learn the exorcism in fact apart from me. Thank you for ejecting the Demons from their robot bodies. I assume that was your doing?”

“No it wasn’t I don’t know who or what did that, or if it’s permanent or not, which is why we have to hurry.”

“Yes you’re right we need to make our way to control.”

Cricex lifted out a disc.

“This contains the enchantment that will banish the Demons as a code. If we find a way to stick this into their mainframe it will spread as a code throughout all of their machines, stopping them from climbing back into them.”

“But there will still be hundreds here?”

“Yes but we can banish them, also the Demons can’t stay in this reality for an extended period of time. They’ll eventually vanish back to their own world, which can then seal off.”

“Well let’s not waste any time then. They’ve taken one of my friends, the others, I’m not so sure of. I hope they got away. I know that some of them must have as I can’t imagine what else short circuited the Robots machines.”

“Wait I have to tell the prisoners here about the curse so they can defend themselves when more of the Demons come along.”

“You can’t worry about them now.” Florence said.

“We have an entire planet to think of.”

“I’m not going to leave them to those monsters.” He said firmly.

“Well in that case give me the curse, I can speed it up. I hope. I’m not sure this will work or if the magic will interfere. My hypnosis is very delicate you know, but still.” Florence said.

After reading the exorcism (and getting the prounication right which took Florence a few minutes much to her annoyance,) she was able to hypnotise the workers in the mine, many of whom had still just carried on working. Florence gave them to command to repeat the exorcism, which she then spoke, if any of the Demons arrived.

“I can’t guarantee that will work, but it’s the best we can do for now.” Florence said.

The ship Carlene and the Circus Master had stolen spun completely out of control. Only some very careful piloting by The Circus Master had managed to divert the ship from crashing into the largest mountain.

Carlene meanwhile tried to wake the Robot up but it was no use.

“It’s not like if you slap him he’ll wake up.” The Circus Master said. It had taken the Vandal a few minutes to get used to the controls. On his many travels through time and space the Demon had learned how to pilot many ships, but after a few false starts which nearly crashed the ship he had managed to barely get a handle of some of the controls. The technology was fairly primitive by the Vandals standards even if it was unfamiliar.

Unfortunately however just as the Circus Master had stablized the vessel, the Demonic horde had managed to catch up with them. The monsters had sat back and laughed in amusement as the vessel looked like it was going to crash, but now that it had begun to stablise the Demons weren’t prepared to let the prisoners slip away again.

Several of the monsters held the ship in place, whilst others phased through and started to attack.

Just as before the Circus Master was able to absorb the Demons. As more and more kept pouring through however he had to stop. He had gone far beyond his limit and “eaten” so many of the monsters that they their evil was now beginning to affect him.

Fortunately however the remaining Demons that had attacked fled. Demons were not known for their bravery.

Carlene and the Alien slave tried to help the Vandal up, but he still clutched his sides in agony.

“I can feel some of them inside me. See their memories. The pain they’ve lived through in their own hell dimension. No wonder they’re so angry all the time.” He joked, though Carlene looked worried he might not be kidding.

“You don’t actually mean that do you love?”

“No of course not, I just have a bit of indigestion, but I’m afraid I don’t think I can eat another one of those nasties without getting a really upset tummy.”

“There’s hundreds of them outside.” The slave said in panic. “What are we going to do.”

Just then the Robot raised its arm.

“Oh thank god love, I thought you were dead.” Carlene said as she tended to him.

“I have never been alive” the robot said in a faint voice.

“My power is about to go but.”

The Robot opened up its chest and handed Carlene an enchantment printed on a piece of paper.”

“Use this, it can hurt the Demons, but it might take a while to.”

The Robot then collapsed. With no choice Carlene read out the enchantment. (The Circus Master was in no fit state. He had collapsed on the floor, writhing from the pain in his stomach.)

After reading the spell aloud nothing happened, except that several more Demons came bursting through the walls screaming in rage.

 

The Demons had managed to bring the Strange Boy back to their headquarters. Along the way the child Vampire had killed one of the Demonic spirits by slashing at him, but the survivors had nevertheless managed to restrain the Demon child for now.

“It’s like us master.” One of the underlings said. “Only stronger. Even in our robot bodies.”

“I know. It caused a plague in the mine, infected so many of our workers. That thing set us back about 30 years in one afternoon. We should cut its head off now.”

“No please” one of the Demonic scientists at the back said.

“This is a creature from hell just like us, but it’s clearly higher up on the food chain than our kind.”

“That wouldn’t be difficult” Their leader said with regret.

“What’s even more fascinating is that when I get close to this creature I can sense there is something natural about it. Like there are still traces of a lesser natural in there. I want to find out what the key to this beasts secret is. Through any means necessary.”

On board the ship the Demons had completely swarmed the Circus Master. Whilst he had managed to fend a few off with his claws, the rest of the Demons had overwhelmed him and viciously beat and clawed at the Vandal.

The only thing that kept the Vandal alive was that the Demons didn’t know his kinds weaknesses and that they wanted to prolong his death. They slashed and slashed at him, and tore the Demons guts out, but he was still in more pain from the Demons inside.

Carlene meanwhile used the gas bombs from inside her beehive to try and slip through the Demons whilst protecting the slaves. The smoke did confuse the Demons, but as there were so many of them it didn’t really make much difference. They slashed blindly managing to hit Carlene, who searched frantically through her beehive for any Demon repellents, and the alien slave, who Carlene did her best to try and shield. Whilst he was hit several times, fortunately Carlene was able to shield him from any serious blows.

After a few minutes however the Demons all vanished.

“The spell it worked. Took its sweet time but still.”

“Great” The Circus Master said sarcastically as he held up his intestines.

“The good news is my stomach isn’t hurting anymore because those Demons tore all of my guts out.”

As Carlene helped the Circus Master up, again he found it difficult to stand more from the pain caused by the spirits possessing him. The Demon’s he had consumed weren’t simply consuming his stomach, but borrowing their way into his very soul.

Still the Vandal fought through the pain and took control of the ship once more. He only had minutes before the spells energy would dissipate and more Demons would becoming.

The Circus Master piloted the ship at a tremendous speed to the point where Carlene and the alien were thrown off of their feet, with Carlene managing to catch the alien before he plummeted down to the cargo hold as the Circus Master had upturned the ship as he took it higher.

The Circus Master took the ship out of the atmosphere of the planet in a couple of minutes and into space where it crashed into several metorites. Worse than that the ships engine was beginning to overheat too.

“Circus Master? Circus Master I think you need to.” Carlene said as she tried to crawl up the deck. By now the ship had been almost completely upturned.

Carlene could see that the Circus Master was not himself. His face had begun to twist into a more Demonic form, unlike a Vandal. She could also see that he was heading straight into a gigantic asteroid.

Hurling herself forward with her Vampiric strength. (Which was risky as she almost missed the Circus Master and went straight out of the window.) Carlene tackled the Vandal and pulled him off the controls, causing the ship to narrowly miss the asteroid.

The Circus Master however then jabbed his claws straight through Carlene’s stomach and spine.

The Vampire however reached into her beehive and pulled out a silver knife. (A weakness of the Circus Masters breed of Vandal) and stabbed it into his arm.

“I’m sorry darling but I don’t have time to talk this over.”

The Circus Master dropped Carlene and screamed from the pain in his arm. After he pulled it out however he then held it above his heart.

“I’ll do it, believe me I’ll do it.” The Vandal said after which the Demons began to release their hold on him, for now.

“Thank you Carlene. I’ve bitten off more than I can chew it seems.”

“I thought those Demons were supposed to die when you sucked em up?”

“Yes they normally are, but the fragments of various Demonic spirits have hung on in there and have merged together. It’s why I can’t eat too many at once, I have to wait until they’ve been completely dissolved or digested or whatever you want to call it.”

“So do we just exorcises them or something?”

“I’m afraid not, the creature possessing me isn’t a conventional Demon anymore. I have to overpower it and wait until it is consumed. If it takes over however then it can hold it off and.”

“I don’t mean to be rude or anything” the alien slave interrupted but we’re heading for that planet.

Up ahead the Circus Master and Carlene could see out of the front of the ship a small completely blue planet. The Vandal tried to take control of the ship, but unfortunately when the Demon had possessed him it had burnt out the engines.

There was nothing he could do.

To Be Continued.

Professor Fang: The Dark Side of the Moon: Part 7: The Poisoned Magic

 

The Professor jumped off of the back of his Pterosaur and onto the mutant that was attacking Kirsteen.

The Professors’s weight sent the winged Demon crashing down to the earth, and when it tried to get back up, the Professor started to wrestle with the monster until it crashed head first into the ground.

Unfortunately however Kirsteen’s Pterosaur had been so badly wounded that it too began to drop from the sky. Fortunately however with its last ounce of strength the Pterosaur made its way to a nearby small forest and crashed into the trees which broke Kirsteen’s fall.

The Professor ran towards the forest to find Kirsteen, with a few of the mutated Pterosaurs in pursuit. Fortunately his Vampiric speed allowed him to keep ahead of them no problem.

Whilst some of the horde of winged terrors were distracted Tiseia and Miscorak flew their Pterosaurs to the mountain. Lindsey’s Pterosaur instinctively followed, though she tried to resist it.

“No stop, stop.” She said. “I’m not leaving Kirsteen and the Professor.”

“We have no choice this could be our only chance of getting to the mountain.” Tiseia said.

“The Professor knows more about magic than the rest of us, we need him to fix the valley.” Lindsey protested.

Unfortunately she didn’t have much choice as the swarm of Pterosaurs soon diverted their attention back to Lindsey, Tiseia and Miscorak who were forced to flee to a nearby ledge on the mountain.

The Pterosaurs were unable to land on the ledge however as it was too narrow, and worse the flying reptiles began to panic as the Demonic horde zeroed in.

Knowing they wouldn’t have time to force the flying reptiles to land, Tiseia unshackled herself from her Pterosaur and jumped about 10 or so feet down to the ledge. Both Miscorak and Lindsey followed suit as the mutants descended on them.

Fortunately the mutant Pterosaurs were blocked off by the ledge aswell, which led into a small cave.

Tiseia, Miscorak and Lindsey’s Pterosaurs unfortunately however were torn apart by the mutant Pterosaurs as they tried to flee.

“I’m sorry” Lindsey said.

“We’ll be lucky to get out of this alive. If there’s even a small chance that our sacrifice could save this valley, we have to take it.” Tiseia said as she looked away from the gruesome spectacle above.

The Professor meanwhile had managed to meet up with Kirsteen who had been knocked unconscious after falling out of the tree, but the Professor was able to wake her.

“I hate to tell you Miss Williamson, but it wasn’t a dream.”

In the distance of the woodds, the two could see an Allosaurus battling a Stegosaurus. The Allosaurus seemed to have the upper hand in the battle, though it was still covered in a number of vicious cuts made by the Stegosaurus’ tail.

The Professor and Kirsteen slowly backed away, keeping hidden from both the Dinosaurs and the winged terrors above by the trees. More and more of the Pterosaurs began to gather above the forest however.

“We’ll have to leg it to that cave at the bottom of the mountain. Or rather I’ll have to leg it and carry you. I’m much faster.” The Professor said.

“Leg it? Are you mad?”

“Well I could throw you.”

As the Pterosaurs started to become more restless above, the Professor picked Kirsteen up and ran towards the cave. A swarm of hundreds of Pterosaurs headed in the Vampires direction, but the Professor managed to make it to the cave. Unfortunately however one of the Pterosaurs had been waiting in the cave already. It emerged just as the Professor was about to enter with Kirsteen in tow.

Snapping and biting at the two time travellers, with no choice the Professor threw Kirsteen into the Pterosaur’s body, knocking it back into the cave, before the horde swooped down on the time travellers.

Before the Pterosaur could get up the Professor jumped on its back and snapped the reptiles neck.

“You threw me into that thing, you” Before Kirsteen could even finish she and the Professor were again forced to flee as several of the Pterosaurs landed by the cave and walked in one after another.

Whilst they were more cumbersome on land, they were still dangerous at close quarters due to their powerful jaws.

 

“What do we do now?” Lindsey asked?

“The Professor was the only one who knew that spell, what even is the point of us being here?”

“We know magic too.” Mascorak said.

“It’s just getting there that’s the problem, though at least this is further than most of us have made it before.”

“That means nothing.” Tiseia said.

“Those flying horrors out there are just the start. The deeper we get into the mountain. The worse they’ll be.”

The three reluctant travellers pushed on down the long, dark tunnel ahead which ended in a chasm.

Below the trio could see a herd of five Triceratops stampeding out of the cave. They were being pursued by a nightmarish looking creature. Clearly some mutated form of large theropod Dinosaur.

It stood completely erect like a Kangeroo, whilst its flesh was dripping, slimy, saggy and pink. Its eyes were jet black like a shark, whilst its arms were much longer than any other meat eater’s fore arms (even Spinosaurus.)

It had a single, long metal horn sticking out of the front of its head, whilst its mouth was filled with massive teeth the same colour as its flesh. The teeth were so massive that even when it closed its mouth they overlapped. The mouth was also twisted into a nightmarish grin.

The monsters roar was more of a scream and despite standing over 20 feet tall, the beast move at a tremendous speed and caught up to one of the Triceratops in a matter of seconds. It pulled the Dinosaur away from the rest of its herd and jumped on the herbivores back, before delivering a series of bites and scratches to the Dinosaur. The mutant tore out massive chunks of the Ceratopsian’s flesh until it collapsed on the floor.

The Mutant then jumped on the back of another Ceratopsian and grabbed onto both of its horns. It pulled on both of them so hard that it ripped the horns clean out of their sockets.

The Mutant then stabbed the Triceratops over and over again with its own horns, before slicing its guts open with them.

Two of the Triceratops stood and fought with their attacker after being alerted by the cries of their kin.

The Mutant however dealt with them both swiftly. Weilding its previous victims horns like two swords the creature stabbed one of them into the first Triceratops eye, whilst with the second Triceratops it grabbed one of its horns, pulled its head up, and then stabbed the other into the bottom of its throat.

The monster then caught up with the final Triceratops which it jumped on the back of, and started biting. The Triceratops in desperation tried to shake it’s attacker off, but not only did the monster hold on tight it grabbed the Triceratops by both horns and pulled its face up. As the Triceratops ran frantically around, the monster steered it towards the wall where it crashed head first.

The animal was knocked out and whilst it was vulnerable the monster flipped it over on its side and started to disembowel the hapless hervivore.

“Remember the magic that created that abomination can affect us too.” Tiseia said in disgust.

“How do we know when to avoid it I mean is the air in here polluted with that magic?” Lindsey asked.

“No it will come in the form of a massive wave of blue energy through the cavern. We’ll just have to hope there is somewhere for us to hide when it strikes, as I don’t fancy our chances of outrunning it.” Tiseia continued.

“There’s no other way forward, we’re just going to have jump” Mascorak interrupted with reluctance as he looked at the disgusting spectacle ahead. (Lindsey and Tiseia had wisely looked away after the first Triceratops death.)

“Are you insane? We’d never make it across the chasm. ” Tiseia said.

“You have any other ideas? We can’t go back and we certainly can’t go down.” Mascorak said as he looked at the mutant theropod smearing itself in the Triceratops entrails.

“I’ll go first” Lindsey said.

She took a few minutes to warm up before making a massive jump about 6 or so feet in the air. She only just managed to make it to the very edge of the other side of the Chasm. She almost slid off, but she managed to jab her foot onto a small hole in the cliff edge below which allowed he to get a good grip.

Slowly Lindsey pulled herself up over the edge of the cliff, careful not to make any noise.

Mascorak was the next to jump over. To Lindsey’s surprise despite his somewhat larger, bulkier frame he actually managed to make the jump better than she did and landed on the other side. Unfortunately however when he landed, he caused a part of the cliff edge to crumble which instantly alerted the Mutant.

“Oh come on there is no way he could have heard that.” Lindsey sighed in frustration.

The giant came running down the cavern at a tremendous speed forcing Tiseia to jump, though she missed it, but fortunately Lindsey was able to catch her and pulled her up just before the Mutant arrived.

The freak Dinosaur however started to crawl up the chasm after them.

Lindsey, Tiseia and Mascorak bolted down the nearby tunnel which was too small for the Theropod to get down, Unfortunately however the beast was still able to reach its arm down the tunnel and grab onto Tiseia. Its claws knocked her down and then dug into her leg. Mascorak jumped onto the beasts fingers with all of his weight before they could pull her down, knocking them off, but the monster then slashed Mascorak across the chest which knocked him back almost out of the Dinosaurs reach.

Lindsey and Tiseia were able to pull their comrade to safety before the monster could grab him again.

“Can you stand.” Lindsey asked.

“Yes, yes I” as soon as he stood, Mascorak began to faint.

His wound started to sparkle.

“Its magic has infected him.” Tiseia said.

“And me too” she continued as she showed the tiny scratch made on her leg.

“It won’t be long before he changes into something like that creature. I’ve maybe got an hour if I’m lucky. You need to get out of here.”

“I can’t possibly survive on my own. Besides the Professor will have something that can reverse the infection I’m sure of it.”

“I doubt he will, but you’re right you probably won’t make it out of here on your own. You probably won’t make it out of here regardless, but as soon as we start to change run. Don’t try and reason with is, and certainly don’t try and outfight us. Just run, do you understand.”

Lindsey nodded, whilst Mascorak tried to stand on his own two feet.”

“I’m fine” he said whilst coughing.

“I’m not going to let some freak Dinosaur get in the way of protecting my valley.”

 

The Professor and Kirsteen had managed to lose the Pterosaur horde, but they were now lost in the maze like caves.

As they moved in closer to the centre of the mountain the Professor felt like he could hear something faint, like a voice in the distance.

Kirsteen could hear it too.

“I don’t know, I have a theory. If I’m right it could be a good thing, but we have to keep on our toes..” The Professor said.

“Oh and here was me thinking we could be laid back with hundreds of mutant Pterodactyls trying to eat us.”

“Pterosaurs Kirsteen. Oh god I feel like Lindsey now.” The Professor said.

Suddenly the roof of the cave began to shake.

Kirsteen started to get scared, but the Professor was more concerned by something else. He could sense magic from the distance. Powerful, concentrated magic heading their way.

“We have to move now” The Vampire said as the walls behind them began to break and a massive blue light came bursting through them.

To Be Continued

 

 

 

 

Devil’s World: The Beasts of Albion: The Black Room

 

Caroline and Simon tried to help the two guards overpower the King, but it was no use. He was in a state of rage and panic the likes of which they had never seen before. He would kick, bite and throw things at them whenever they got near.

Eventually however after a few minutes, one of the guards in desperation smashed a chair over the Kings head as he came charging at him. The guards and obviously Caroline had been holding back when trying to overpower the King, but with the Vampires fast approaching they couldn’t afford to anymore.

“I just hope I haven’t cracked his skull open or else this will all be rather pointless,” the guard said as he hoisted the Kings unconscious body over his shoulders.

Outside in the nearby corridor they could see one of the Vampires feeding on a guard.

The bloodsucker soon noticed the King and the others in its path and started hissing at them, blood dripping from its fangs. The beast moved at an incredible speed, but was blocked from grabbing Caroline by one of the guards who then tried to tackle the Demon.

The guard didn’t last long as the Vampire effortlessly pinned him to the ground and ripped his throat out with its teeth.

The other guard, Caroline, Simon and the King made their way down a nearby stair case. In the hall below they could see Vampires trying to fight their way in through the windows, only for the King’s elite force to try and hopelessly repel the undead Demons.

Regrettably Carlone, Simon and the guard were forced to abandon their comrades as the Vampires overpowered most of them and broke their way into the castle.

Caroline led the way as she at least knew where the King’s collection of dark magical artifacts were kept or rather where the portal to them was located.

She had never felt comfortable about her fathers collection of the black arts. Ironically they were just about the only thing she clashed with him on. Whilst she didn’t mind keeping some, harmless Demons and Goblins as pets (or rather slaves.) She felt the King was taking too many risks with the black arts and always tried to convince him to destroy his collection.

Now however ironically they were seemingly the kingdoms only choice as more and more guards and police fell to the Vampires. It wasn’t even a battle, as the guards despite fighting valiantly weren’t able to slow the Vampires down for a second. By the time Caroline, Simon and the guard had reached the end of the hall, all of the King’s guards had already been slaughtered. They were only able to slip away because the Vampires didn’t notice them in their bloodlust, they had only focused on butchering the elite guards.

Outside of the castle, Agnes and Robin had managed to sneak their way into the courtyard, keeping hidden from the Vampires who again were more focused on making their way into the castle.

Agnes had the same idea as Caroline to try and use the King’s dark magics against the Vampires. The King had only shared the knowledge of this secret collection with his family, but Robin through trickery had been able to find out about it, and the enchantment that created a door to the room. (Though the room, even with the enchantment could only be accessed from the lowest level of the castle.)

Robin wasn’t happy about going to the room again however. Even in this crisis.

“I still think we should just get the hell out of here. The King’s favourite cars are just round the back, we could use them to fly over this city with a little adjusting from my magic like I did with that other car.” Robin said to a frustrated Agnes who really didn’t feel like arguing again.

“We’d never make it. You were lucky you didn’t blow us up the first time. Besides if these Vampires have found a way to make themselves unkillable, they could override all of albion in weeks. Who knows if there’s anywhere we can run to. We have to find some way to destroy those monsters here.”

“Fighting those Vampires is not our responsibility. We’re just a couple of freaks, we’re not warriors. Besides Vampires only feed on humans. Maybe if we surrended they’ll let us go. Hell maybe if we make out we hate the King, they’ll let us join their army and then we can scarper.”

Agnes was overcome with disgust.

“Wow I knew you were a coward, but.”

“I’m just being practical. What do you think we’re going to come charging out of that mini hell dimension and slay an army of hundreds of unkillable Vampires by ourselves? We are at the bottom of the heirarchy of Albion and you know it. I’m a third rate, 10th rate trickster. You’re the only one of your kind along with your brother. The only way we can survive is not by fighting, but siding with whoever is in charge. That’s the only reason we stayed with our kidnapper, the King. What makes kissing up to the Vampires any different.”

“The Vampires are evil!”

“Why because they kill humans? Humans are lesser creatures to them. The king slaughters animals he considers lesser creatures, and he doesn’t even always eat them. He kills them for sport, at festivals togive his daughter a new shiny coat, and he also persecutes intelligent life forms like us for being different. He locks us up and turns us into his playthings. That is until we get too inconvenient for him, then he just leaves us to die.”

“That’s what this is about isn’t it? Esician. I hope that’s what it is.”

“Why don’t you shut up about that. You know that’s low going for that.”

“We’re all going to die soon anyway, what harm can it be voicing my suspicions now? Just a few days after you started boasting to me and the other pets about having a way into the dark room, Esician went insane. You took her in there didn’t you? It was something in there that drove her.”

“I said shut up!” Robin shouted as he hoisted Agnes 10 or so feet into the air.

“You idiot, put me down! The Vampires will see us.”

“See you maybe, and eat you while I can just slip away.”

“You wouldn’t want that. For all your talk, the fact is that you are still guilty about what happened to Esician. Whatever it was you’re so ashamed you’d rather the Vampires kill you than have to face it again. With this in mind I know you wouldn’t want my death on your conscience too. Or the deaths of all the people the Vampires will kill when there was a chance, no matter how ridiculously small we could have stopped them.”

Robin came to his senses before any of the Vampires climbing the tower spotted Agnes and lowered her back to the ground.

“Okay, but I warn you what’s in that room is probably worse than what’s out here. The king really is in an idiot. He has no idea what he has created by gathering all of those magics and creatures together. Remember it’s not just spells, he stuffed any monster he couldn’t just keep as a cuddly, lovable little pet like you and me in there.”

Caroline, Simon, the guard and the King had reached the dining room on the bottom floor. Fortunately most of the Vampires had already made their way to the top, though the bodies of the guards and the servants littered the halls.

Caroline uttered the words that opened the portal to the dark room, but nothing happened.

“You must have said them wrong.” Simon said in panic.

“No he’s changed the password, he must have. He always suspected that Esician found her way in there. Silly Goblin. Father, father please you need to tell me.”

“Maybe I can help” Robin said as he and Agnes crawled in through a nearby window.”

“You little toad.” Caroline spat at the sight of Robin.

“You did this to him I know it.”

“Yes I did. He kidnapped us, what do you expect?”

“He let you live in his castle, share in his wealth”

Yes, yes I know, but here’s the deal, I’ll undo the rather hilarious curse if you promise not to kill me when this is over.” Robin said with a faux confidence.

“You little freak you are in no position to bargain.”

“Well if I’m dead anyway what’s the point. At least I might be able to bargain with the Vamps.”

Agnes rolled our eyes.

“I guess they didn’t kill enough of our friends for you to see what monsters they are.” Agnes said.

As the sound of the ravenous bloodsuckers grew ever closer Caroline agreed to the Goblin’s demands and assured him that no matter what she would not let the King harm him if they managed to make it out of this.

Robin quickly undid the enchantment, after which Caroline explained to the King what had happened.

It was too much for the King to take in, but when Agnes dragged him to the window and showed him the Vampires outside, tearing his kingdom apart he nearly fainted.

“Long story short we need access to the dark room” Agnes said.

“I warn you, if we go in there we may never come out.”

“Well this isn’t exactly a place we’d want to come back to now anymore is it?” Agnes replied

The king chanted the new ritual, and again nothing happened for a few seconds which caused Simon to scream in frustration.

Suddenly however a mass of black magic came firing across the room burning everything in its path. The guard was only just able to push both Caroline and the King away in time.

The portal soon opened up. It was so dark that no one could see anything inside, though they could hear screaming.

“It doesn’t look very inviting, but we have to get in now.” The King said.

Entering through the portal was painful enough. It felt like they were being biten and clawed at by hundreds of tiny, vicious little creatures for a few minutes. Finally the pain stopped and they were surrounded by a seemingly empty dark void, except for they what looked like a gigantic cauldron in front of them.

“We made it.” The King said.”I’d know that anywhere, it’s Bran the Blessed’s cauldron. It can raise the dead. His head is around here somewhere too.”

“Yes well that’s all very horrible, but is there anything we can use against the Vampires.” Agnes said.

“I’m not sure, we’ve never encountered Vampires like them have we. We need to be careful though. Originally before I cut this room off from the rest of the castle using magic, I had guards placed in here. Unfortunately being around the black magic for so long it, changed them.”

“How” Robin asked.

The King didn’t answer as even he couldn’t admit what he done to his loyal men.

“Let’s just hope you don’t have to find out. Some of the more extreme creatures I have captured over the years were locked up in here too.”

“Were locked up” the guard asked.

We have to keep walking through the black. Nothing will become visible until we get near it. Sadly that includes the creatures.”

“You idiot, why didn’t you try and do something about it.” Robin asked.

“I did. Many warriors have been sent in her to try and tame these beasts, but they have all failed. For years all that has protected my kingdom has been the forcefield I created from the magics in here to seal it off.”

Suddenly Agnes noticed two large red eyes in the distance. They were both about 4 feet long and two feet tall.

As the eyes drew closer they were followed by a hideous hissing sound. A gigantic reptillian face soon came into view.

“The Lambton Worm.” The King said in horror.

To Be Continued

Devil’s World: The Beasts of Albion: The Vampire Invasion

 

 

The pale figures slowly gathered around the Green child and the Goblin who backed towards the pub.

“I’ve wanted a piece of this city for some time now.” One of the figures, a young woman, who appeared to be the leader said.

“Smug King thinks he can control the black arts. He’s about to get a nasty surprise.” The woman sneered.

Agnes and Robin darted back into the pub, but when they tried to close the door behind them, the pale figures smashed the door down, and sent both Robin and Agnes crashing to the floor.

“Well, well, look at you drinking, having a good time. No idea what’s about to come your way.” One of the pale figures said before hissing and baring their fangs.

All of the patrons backed down. The people of Jisican had fleetingly seen stories of these monstrous creatures called Vampires on the news, but they had always believed that their kingdom in particular was safe. The King of Jisican was apparently a good friend of Vincent Carradini, the Vampire King of Albion. They two had even supplied each other with magical artifacts and spells. This naturally made Jisican one of the few places in Albion safe from Vampires. (Consequently anti Vampire propaganda was also mostly prohibited in Jisican.)

Peter reached under the bar and pulled out his shotgun.

“Keep back bloodsuckers.” Peter said nervously.

“You know nothing old man. Go ahead” The Vampire laughed.

Peter’s gun was actually loaded with silver bullets, a weakness of this particular breed of Vampire. (The most common breed of Vampire in Albion. Even the people of Jisican knew that.) Silver was a common weakness of many Demon species. The King’s fascination with the occult had its benefits. He knew the most common Demon weaknesses and insisted that his people all keep silver weapons, as well as other common Demon repellents of some kind in their homes and places of work.

Peter aimed for the Vampires heart, but it did nothing. He shot again and again only for the Vampire to laugh each time.

The Vampire then walked up to one of the terrified patrons and ripped the crucifex she was brandishing from her hand and crushed it to dust.

The leader of the Vampires then pounced over the bar and and grabbed Peter’s gun which she used to blow his head clean off.

The rest of the Vampires started to attack the patrons. They were like sharks in a feeding frenzy, tearing people’s limbs off, fighting with one another for certain kills.

Agnes and Robin were cornered against a wall by the original Vampire that had come to inspect the pub.

Agnes tried to smash a bottle over its head, but the Vampire didn’t even react.

“That wouldn’t have hurt me even before I was a Vampire. I’ve known fairies who hit harder than that.” The Vampire laughed.

Agnes however in response stabbed the broken upper half of the bottle into the Vampires eye which caused it to double back in pain.

Agnes then smashed a chair over it’s head which knocked the bloodsucker to the ground. When she and Robin tried to flee however 3 more Vampires surrounded them.

Robin tried to conjure up more tricks, but again they had no effect on the bloodsuckers.

The only thing that saved Agnes and Robin was the fact that several of the Vampires began to fight over who got to taste the green child’s blood first.

Whilst the bloodsuckers were squabbling, Agnes picked up a chair and smashed a nearby window. She and Robin then fled into the streets outside without looking back. As much as they hated it, they had no choice but to leave the other patrons as there was nothing they could do against the Vampires.

Outside however was not much better. Vampires were flying through the air, breaking into homes, feeding on people in the streets. Normally a Vampire of this breed could not enter a house unless invited.

“We need to get to the castle.” Agnes said. “He’ll have something for these bloodsuckers.”

Agnes and Robin took refuge behind a nearby car. Up ahead the Vampires had begun to burn down some buildings. Most of the monsters weren’t even feeding, they were just slaughtering the villagers for their own twisted amusement.

The police were just as helpless against the bloodsuckers as Peter had been. None of their Demon repellents were even able to slow the Vampires down. Worse still the Kings other supernatural pets were not faring much better either. Goblins, trolls, some species of Demon, they had all gathered in the city to enjoy themselves whilst the King was incapacitated, but the Vampires were tearing them apart too.

It wasn’t even that the Vampires were stronger than all of the Demons the King had gathered, but they were just so much more vicious and numerous that none of the King’s pets had a chance.

Robin using his magic slowly opened the door to the car he and Agnes were hiding behind and started it up. He was very careful not to make a sound.

“We need to get out of Jisican.” Robin said.

“No my brother is still with the King. If you think I’m leaving him behind, you’re stupider than I thought. Besides like I said the King will have something in the castle. I’m sure of it. He might not be in the best position to take on the Vampires though after you’re stupid little prank.”

“I’m sorry Agnes I.”

“Save it, we have to do all we can to help him now.”

Agnes drove her car through several Vampires up ahead. The Cars like most of the technology in this world, ran on magic. Whilst Vampires had a greater immunity to spells and the black arts than most natural or even paranormal creatures, there was still enough concentrated magic in the vehicle to send the Demons flying through the air.

The car was really nothing more than a hollowed out gigantic piece of metal with holes for windows and a very basic door. The car like all vehicles in Albion was completely propelled by a transparent field of magic around it (that made the husk hover a few feet above the ground.) The magic was only visible under the car where it took on the form of a blue energy field. The inside of the car meanwhile was made entirely of magic too.

The car sped through the streets of the city dodging a few Vampire who attempted to leap onto the vehicle as it sped past. All around, Agnes and Robin could more people fleeing in vehicles, though most had crashed into buildings, whilst others had been swarmed by packs of Vampires, who in some cases had managed to rip through both the magical barriers and the metal to get to the victims inside.

Agnes was suddenly forced to stop the car as up ahead in the main square of the city were dozens of Vampires gathered round in a feeding frenzy, tearing civilians and police officers apart.

She tried to back the vehicle away slowly so as not to draw the attention of the Vampires in the frenzy, but as she did a young woman threw herself at the car, or rather the barrier surrounding the car.

Her neck was bleeding,her clothes were ripped and her face was covered in scratch marks.

“Please, please those things they killed my husband you have to help me.”

“We can’t, she’s been bitten. She’ll turn into one of them.” Robin said coldly.

Agnes knew he was right and continued to back the car away, completely ignoring her pleas, but unfortunately as she backed up the woman became more frantic and she drew the attention of some of the Vampires from the frenzy. Six of the bloodsuckers ran towards the car, and Agnes in response quickly drove backwards, leaving the poor woman behind who was dogpiled on by three of the Vampires.

Unfortunately however as Agnes backed up, she saw that a horde of Vampires were emerging from the other end of the street, as well as breaking out of and crawling down several of the buildings, hissing, baring their fangs and covered in the blood of their victims.

“There has to be something, Robin any magic tricks you know, anything.” Agnes said frantically as the Vampires from all ends closed in. There were far too many of the monsters for Agnes to simply try and ram through them like before.

Robin in desperation tried to force more of his magics into the cars power centre, or rather its engine. The centre however could only hold so much magic at the one time, and the excess amount of magics could either give it a temporary bust before burning itself out, or blow it up.

Robin wasn’t worried about the latter however. It would still be a more pleasant death than whatever the Vampires had in mind for them.

Robin’s magic caused the energy field at the bottom of the car to turn green before shooting off into the sky.

The car smashed its way through several buildings, across the city before plummeting back down to earth.

Just as the car was about 50 or so feet from the city ground, Robin jumped out of the vehicle, pulling Agnes with him. Robin used his magics to slowly lower them to the village floor. It took him a few minutes and left him drained for a short while afterwards. Fortunately the car had landed miles up ahead. Closer to the castle, but still a good distance away.

The Vampires in the immediate area attention was drawn by the car smashing into a nearby buildingso much, that they didn’t even notice Agnes and Robin.

As they lowered themselves to the ground, the Goblin and the Green woman could see several Vampires crawling up the walls of the Kings castle like spiders in the distance. The guards on the armaments were pouring holy water on the Vampires, and shooting at them with silver tipped arrows, but the monsters continued to climb the castle unfazed.

“The king’s just as helpless as everybody else.” Robin said.

“We have to get out of here.”

“No not while Simon is still in the castle. You want to leave? Fine, I won’t stop you, but I’m not going to leave my brother.”

“Okay fine” Robin grumbled. “I probably wouldn’t make it through those bloodsuckers on my own anyway.”

In the castle, the King was still suffering the effects of Robin’s curse. Both Simon and the King’s actual daughter, Caroline had been by his bed the entire time.

A large part of Simon’s devotion to the King were his feelings for Caroline. Agnes and Caroline had never gotten on however. Caroline felt the green woman was arrogant and ungrateful towards her father for letting Agnes live in his castle. Agnes meanwhile regarded Caroline as nothing more than a spoiled brat.

Caroline’s hatred for Robin however was even greater than Simon’s. She knew he was behind this. She didn’t have any proof as the Goblin covered his tracks well, but she instinctively knew and as soon as her father was better she was going to convince him to execute the tiresome Goblin.

Simon kept quiet about Robin’s involvment only for Agnes’ sake.

Robin’s magic had some unintended sied effects on the King. The paranoia the magic created about the Kings clothes had reached such an extent that the King was lying next to his bed, naked, curled up, to afraid to touch anything or look anyone in the eye.

Neither Simon nor Caroline had even come close to bringing him out of this state, and every time they got near him he would attack them.

“Please father, wake up. The Vampires are attacking, we can’t hold them off. Tell me, how do I access the dark magics you keep locked up?”

The King foolishly only trusted himself with his magics.

“Please father I know you can hear me in there, if you don’t help me now, the Vampires will tear this city apart, everything you have ever worked for.”

One of the guards suddenly came barging into the room.

“Princess, we have to get the King to safety now. The Vampires have scaled the tower.  We have no way of fighting them.

To Be Continued

Devil’s World: The Beasts of Albion: The Green Children

Sorry things have been a bit quiet here recently. It’s been a bit hectic dealing with a family member who was seriously ill during the lockdown. Things will be back to normal soon. In the meantime enjoy for the first few parts of a project I’ve been working on in secret for some time. This is the first in a series which is set in an alternate universe where Demons, Vampires, Werewolves and Witches are all common knowledge and mankind uses magic instead of science. Each “series” will take place in a different country and feature creatures and myths from each country. The first series takes place in Britain and will feature a wide range of English, Scottish, Irish and Welsh monsters and Demons. Enjoy!

“I’m fed up of your stupid little pranks Robin” Agnes said.

“One of these days he’s going to find out it was you and then we’ll all be for the chop.”

“Oh come on, you know he’d never do that. We’re too valuable for him.” Robin said whilst barely able to contain his laughter at the King’s predicament.

“I wouldn’t bet on it. The woods are filled with freaks and monsters. I’m sure he could find something to replace us, two green children and a smarmy Goblin aren’t that special.”

“Well maybe but as long as you keep your mouth shut he won’t know.”

“You can count on that. I suppose I should thank you. At least we have the day off now.”

Agnes one of the two green children, along with her brother Simon, and Robin Goodfellow had been among the many supernatural creatures captured by the King of Jisican.

The King had a fascination with the occult and would often send his men on wild goose chases to recover some rare artifact or supernatural creature that he would then keep in his castle.

Agnes and Simon were arguably the prize of his collection however, as they were among the rarest creatures in all of Albion. Two Green children who had mysteriously appeared near the village of Woolpit in Sussex. Nobody, including the children themselves who suffered from amnesia knew who they were, or were they had come from.

The children soon became the pride of Woolpit, until the King’s spies were able to capture them in the middle of the night. Neither were particularly bothered as they didn’t really have any ties to Woolpit, having always just been a freakshow attraction there too.

Robin meanwhile was a lone Hobgoblin that had been abducted from the forest, though again he had no ties to his home, that was a dark, wild place filled with Demons and creatures.

Despite this however neither Agnes, Robin or indeed most of the creatures the King had abducted had time for him as he would generally tend to keep them locked away from the rest of the kingdom and force them to entertain him.

He would reward them if they did, and even in some instances let them play outside, but generally speaking The King preferred to keep his supernatural creatures to himself.

As he got older and slower however the King would often fall victim to his Goblin’s pranks. They would often perform various curses on him, from the magics he had accumulated. They were never severe, though they could be quite cruel.

Robin’s latest prank was a mild form of a Dark magic that would normally cause the victim to rip their own skin off. Robin’s spell however simply made the King tear all of his clothes off and then refuse to put them on for a day. Worse this was during a day of a huge celebration in the city.

Agnes felt that Robin had gone too far this time. They’d be lucky if the King didn’t destroy all of his magics and execute all of the creatures he had locked up just to be sure.

Still at least for today the Hobgoblin and the Green lady could enjoy themselves at the tavern. They were always the most popular guests there. Robin loved entertaining the guests with his tricks, whilst Agnes would often make up tall tales about the place she had come from. Even she had difficulty keeping track of all the ridiculous things she had made up about her homeland, from Golden Dinosaurs, to singing apples, to trees made of fire!

Today however she wasn’t really in the mood for such theatrics.

“Give me a scotch on the rocks Peter will you.”

“Is everything all right?” He asked as he knew that was always a sign of trouble for Agnes.

“It’s just Simon. We had a huge fight.”

“Oh dear, I know how bad it can be between siblings. Even if he does come from another dimension.”

“You’d think we’d get along a lot better, what with being the only two green people in possibly this entire universe.”

Sadly Agnes couldn’t really divulge anymore about her fight with Simon. In contrast to Agnes and Robin, Simon had extreme loyalty to the King. Simon was only 8 when the King first abducted the two Green Children, whilst Agnes was 15. They had been in his custody for over 8 years now, and despite his somewhat callous treatment of them, Simon had come to see the King as a father figure. He had been tempted to turn Simon in for humiliating him, but had only relented because of Agnes. Still things had gotten quite ugly between them and Simon had decided to spend the night helping to look after the King and try and break the curse.

“Cheer up love” Peter said. “I’m sure whatever problems you and your little brother have, you’ll resolve them and get back to that land of dancing Octopuses.”

“Oh eh yes, quite.”

At the other end of the bar meanwhile a strange, deathly pale mans attention was suddenly drawn towards Agnes. She didn’t notice him until he had gotten a little to close.

“Excuse me is there something I can do for you.” Agnes said. She was used to dealing with lecherous drunks. Her green skin made her more of a prize to the men of the village.

The figure reached out and grabbed her breast. His hand was so cold to the touch that Agnes fell back off of her chair. Robin quickly helped her up, whilst the pale man giggled.

“I’d hoped you’d have a greater constitution. You’re so, human under that green skin. Still I can have some fun with you anyway.” He said whilst reaching out.

Agnes however punched him in the face and though she sent the creep tumbling backwards, again her hand was burned off of his cold face.

Peter soon grabbed the figure and threw him out.

“Agnes I’m so sorry you had to deal with that.”

“It’s okay.” She said rubbing her hand to try and get some feeling into it.

“I do hope that guy isn’t the kings latest little pet.”

“What do you mean?” Peter asked?

“Did he not seem a bit off. I mean more than just being a creep.”

“We’d be the first to know if there was a new supernatural creature brought in to the castle.” Robin said.

“There’s no way any other creature could get into Jisican.” He continued.

“No I suppose not, there was just something about that man.”

“He was just another creep. We don’t get too many of them in here you know, but you tend to remember them more than your nice customers.” Peter said.

As the night went on, Agnes became a bit more sociable and started to regail several of the patrons with more fabulous tales from her supposed homeland. She’d spend hours thinking them up in the King’s castle for her next trip to the tavern.

It was Robin however who held most of the bars attention with his tricks. Towards the end of the night however, the Goblin was challenged by a patricularly large patron named Brian.

Brian had it in for the Goblin ever since one of the imp’s little spells left him thinking he was the King (which got Brian a year in prison for his troubles.)

Brian had tried to let it go, as he was on probation, but the more the insufferable little braggard kept boasting, the more impossible it became.

“All right you little freak” Brian said as he towered over the tiny little creature, with most of the other patrons backing away. Brian stood almost 7 feet tall, whilst Robin in contrast was barely five foot.

“We know you can do some tricks, but that’s just because you’re a little pipsqueak who’s not good for anything, and personally I think it was you that cursed the King.”

Robin let out a fake laugh.

“Why would I do that? He took me in, I love that man”. The Goblin said unconvincingly.

“You know how it is, all those dark magical artifacts he’s stolen. They’re always backfiring on him.”

“It seems like the type of stupid thing you’d do.” Brian said as he grabbed the Goblin’s throat.

“Now, now no trouble here.” Peter said.

“Funny you let him back in here after what he did to me.”

“That was only because of what you did to Sarah.”

“I know what you did to her. You’re lucky you only got a year. I’d hoped the King would take your head clean off. I’m just saying what everyone else is thinking.”

Brian slammed the Goblins head hard onto the bar.

Agnes tried to pull Brian off, but with one hit he sent her flying across the bar.

Two more barflies pulled Brian off of the Goblin, but he soon threw them away. Robin then punched Brian in the stomach, but he barely hurt the hulking brute.

Brian lifted Robin into the air by his lapels and barked at him.

“Not much without your, your” He suddenly started to choke.

No one bothered to help him at first. They all had suspicions over Sarah’s death after all. Eventually Brian coughed up a small red egg.

“Did you have chicken for dinner tonight.” Robin said.

“What did you do to me?”

“Trust me that punch was more than it seemed.” The Goblin laughed as the egg hatched into a black, red eyed, demonic Chicken that grew to be over 5 feet tall.

The Chicken screeched and jumped at Brian who ran out of the door and into the streets with the Chicken in pursuit.

“What did you do?” Agnes asked.

“Relax, I just conjured up an illusion. It was a Demonic image of the last animal he ate. Some people can actually conjure up real Demonic spirits of the last animal someone ate or killed to take revenge on it’s killer. I’m pretty sure my one was just an illusion though. Well we’ll know if Brian’s body is found with peck marks tomorrow.”

“Robin” Peter barked.

“I’m just kidding. He’ll get a little fright that’s all. I did so hope it had been a chicken he’d eaten last.”

“I’m not saying he didn’t deserve it, but I really wish you wouldn’t keep messing around with these magics. One of these days you’re going to.” Agnes stopped.

“Let’s just get home. The King’s probably better now and furious.”

It was pitch black outside, but the beauty of Jisican still shone through the darkness. The King’s supernatural collection had helped him through various magics and trades, build up Jisican into being one of the greatest cities in all of Albion.

Agnes and Robin normally loved taking their time on the walk home as they so rarely got to see the city in all it’s glory, but this time was a little different.

“Honestly Robin what were you thinking? A few hours after you curse the King.”

“All right keep it down.”

“You then do the same thing to Brian in front of a tavern full of people.”

“It was like I said the King has all sorts of crazy magic in that palace of his. This can easily just be seen as an example of that if you keep your mouth shut. Remember when he lost a servant to a hell dimension? Or when he accidentally revived his grandfather as a Zombie? I’m still convinced he keeps him in the attic. The way I see it the King get’s people in trouble all the time by messing about with magics. It’s only fair that it should happen to him.”

“Yes well forgive me for not believing you wanted to avenge the memory of a servant whose name you probably don’t even remember. I think you just like being able to push people around.”

Before Robin could protest, their argument was suddenly interrupted by the sound of a scream in the distance.

“What is that?”

“Probably Brian being menaced by a chicken.” Robin giggled to himself.

The moaning suddenly became a lot louder.

Agnes, ignoring Robin’s idea of just going back to the castle checked out the alley nearest to the tavern and saw much to her horror the letch from the pub, holding a young woman in his arms and biting her neck.

The letch looked up, blood dripping from his mouth, his eyes now burning red. The creep licked his lips and dropped the woman to the floor.

Robin tried to conjur up a magical illusion, but it disipated as soon as it hit the pale man.

“Pathetic. Want to know how many Goblins I’ve killed?” The creep said as he bared his fangs.

As Agnes and Robin prepared to run in the opposite direction they suddenly saw more pale figures emerging from the nearby alleys and even in some cases crawling down the sides of the nearest buildings.

To Be Continued