Doctor Who Vs Scratchman: Part 12

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                                     Based on a story by Tom Baker and Ian Marter

“I’m sorry it’s taken us this long to meet. I’ve been a fan of yours for quite some time, Doctor. You’ve sent more humans to me than you’d think, like when you torched Rome. I got quite a few good souls out of that blaze.” Scratchman said as he led the Doctor and Yarox up a large staircase.

“You did what?” Yarox asked?

“It was an accident. Plus it wasn’t really me, it was Nero.”

“Yes but you were his muse, shall we say Doctor.”

“Something like that.” The Doctor said as he struggled up the steps, with Yarox even having to help him out. They’d been following Scratchman for the last twenty minutes from when he had first led them from the cave. It had all begun to take an effect on the Doctors more frail body.

“Now, now Doctor I can always kill you and you can regenerate into a younger, much fitter man if you want?”

“Thanks for the offer, but I can’t see you leaving much left to regenerate.”

“That’s true I do get a little carried away.”

All round the stair case were gigantic Demons and nothing but fire. The screams of the damned souls were defeaning at the ground level, but as they reached the top, they became almost completely silent.

At the top of the stair case were two gigantic doors made of still dripping flesh and bone. They both swung open on Scratchman’s mental command, whilst inside was a long gold dinning table, with several figures, whose heads were nothing but blue flame, darted around the room. The figure remained completely still, though Scratchman assured the Doctor that they were very much alive.

There were several paintings of Scratchman and his Demon hordes invading planets on the left hand side of the room, whilst on the right hand side there was a gigantic window, with a view of the hellish landscape outside.

Just below the castle the Doctor could see the war between Scratchman’s horde and the resistance. Beyond the battle however were massive mountains, and pits, all of which were filled with the souls of humans and other strange creatures being subject to the most horrific torture.

Even with everything he had seen on his travels, the Doctor had to look away, whilst Scratchman couldn’t help but laugh.

“Those fools trying to make their way into this castle. There is only one way to get to the tower. All the others lead to some rather nasty little traps I’ve set out.” Scratchman said as he sat down and conjured up a glass or red wine for himself.

“I must admit I’m surprised given how elaborate everything else is here that you’ve chosen such a shall we say human appearance? Is that just for our benefit.” The Doctor asked.

“Oh I assure you Time Lord. Nothing here will be for your benefit. I like this face. It belonged to someone from this universe before I took it over. He was a man like you Doctor. He was a traveller, but after saving a few worlds, he got delusions that it made him some kind of hero. He thought I was just another two bit villain for him to defeat and boast about to his followers after. In all fairness he did give me some trouble, but in the end he now rots at the bottom of this castle. I took his face because it used to represent hope to people. He loved that. It meant more to him than anything else, so I thought it would be funny if his face came to represent fear and terror to all the people he once tried to save. I was thinking about doing the same to you, but you’ve had 10 already. You can never hold on to one too long can you?”

“Yes well this has been fun eh, Scratchman? Or do you prefer Satan?”

“Please call me Harry Scratch. I’ve forgotten my real name, if I ever had one. I’ve been given so many over the millions of years by so many people and they’re always so damn negative. I try my best to be liked damn it. Harry Scratch I think has a more casual sound to it, don’t you.”

“You’re a monster.” Yarox said.

“You’re only just getting that now.” The Doctor replied sarcastically.

“I am a monster to you, yes, but then tell me Doctor, what intelligent species doesn’t exploit and slaughter what it perceives to be lesser creatures for it’s own survival? The great predators of the earth, such as the Lion, the Shark, the Tyrannosaurus Rex, they all hunt less intelligent, weaker creatures do they not? Humanity is not much better. Look at the way they treat animals? A butchers shop may look harmless to you Doctor, but to the species strung up in it’s windows, it’s no worse than my pit out there.”

“You don’t just kill, you torture your victims. You break them them down to your level.” The Doctor protested.

“You are wrong, I feed on fear, chaos and pain. I need it as you need food. I sacrifice lesser creatures to keep myself alive, the same way a human does when it sinks it’s teeth into a steak. The gulf between even you and me, Time Lord is far beyond that of a human and animal. My lifespan is greater than that of entire universes, I have knowledge that even your people would never understand. You are all nothing to me, and so I therefore see no evil in making you suffer to prolong my own life, anymore than a farmer does when he slits a bovid’s throat.”

“In spite of your supposed superiority, you still need me and my old, broken down, obsolete Time machine hmmm.” The Doctor said as he proudly clutched his lapels.

“Yes well that’s only because of the tight situation I have found myself in. Eons ago when I first conquered this universe, the latest in billions I have destroyed I was sealed in here by the inhabitants of another reality. A few lucky survivors.” For the first time Scratchman started to show anger as he spoke. “From one of the msierable worlds in this universe managed to creep their way into the universe next door and alert the most advanced creatures from that reality. They then in turn alerted other universes and before I knew it I had the forces of several realities against me at once.”

“Now, now Harry, you of all people can hardly complain about people not playing fair.” The Doctor said.

“Yes well anyway.” Scratchman continued. “Even they weren’t powerful enough to kill me, but they managed to place a barrier around this universe. Again just as I do, they only thought of themselves. They knew that they couldn’t overthrow me here, so they sealed the people of this reality in with the beast. For thousands of years I had to make do with just this one universe, and the remains of a few I’d conquered before, but it wasn’t enough.

The universe was gradually decaying into nothing, and with it my food. Once it had gone, I’d be left here all alone, still trapped by the barrier, but unable to get more food. I’d rot away to nothing. The only reason this place is still standing is because of me.”

“Not much of a claim when you’re the one who more or less tore it apart in the first place Harry.” The Doctor replied flippantly.

“Yes quite, but then when all hope for me seemed lost, I noticed a tiny little rip in the barrier. When I was at full power and had struck at the barrier with all of my fury. I didn’t realise it until much later, but I had obviously managed to create a little break. The rip led to a small seemingly insignificant planet named earth.

“I don’t think I like where this is going” The Doctor said.

“For centuries I could only peer through the rip. A few delusions of grandeur here, the odd lingering resentment towards something, or someone. I was also able to send through the odd creature, and absorb several human minds both before and after death into this reality.

Over the centuries the primitives told stories about me, even came up with ideas to comfort themselves about how only the wicked were sent to my domain. You should see the looks on the faces of the humans who lived an honest life when they arrive here. Even after centuries they still can’t take it in.”

“I can imagine” The Doctor replied in a dry tone.

“Yes well that’ll teach them to think they’re better than anyone else. Still whilst it was an amusing distraction from my impending death, toying with the primitives, it was only when I saw your vessel arrive at various different points that I realised I could free myself. Other aliens had visited the earth, such as that worthless Charon. However none of them had the technology you did. It took me a while to realise you were different. At first I didn’t even know you were the same man, but my followers kept not of enough of your visits to slowly learn the trut.

For centuries  I’ve used all my power to widen the rip to send through more of my minions to capture you. Finally I was able to send through the army on that Island to try and trap you. I knew you’d show up sooner or later to something like that, though I was disappointed at how unprepared my warriors were. I’m glad at least that Pan was of use to me. They were my best warriors as well.

Your machine, old, outdated and worthless as it may be.” The Doctor was getting visibly annoyed at Scratchman talking about the TARDIS that way, but of course the Demon didn’t care and continued.

“It still contains tremendous power. If I were to link it to the to the rip and drain all of it’s energy into it, it might widen the rip just large enough for me to pass through completely. I’ll have to be at my lowest stage even to get through it. Right now it’s still too small for me even if I were completely drained. Your machine is the key Doctor. It’s quite funny in a way. When you ran away to go exploring, you never thought how reckless it was to take a piece of advanced technology like the TARDIS with you? If it weren’t for your carelessness I would never have gained the means of my escape.”

“Yes well I could be forgiven for not thinking, oh dear Satan is going to steal my ship and use it escape from hell, when I first ran away.”

“Well maybe next time you’ll be more careful. I need you to help me break through your ships defences Doctor. Oh sure in time I could easily rip through them, but I don’t have much time. Its taken all of my limited power to hold this planet together.”

“Why would I help you? Aside from the obvious, you can’t threaten me with anything but death. If what you say is true in a few days, maybe even a few hours this entire place will crumble.”

“I have enough power Time Lord to ensure that at least one person will become an immortal like me, and share my fate in the eternal nothingness this universe will soon become. I can think of no one better to take my frustration’s out on than you, Time Lord.”

“Well when you put it that way.” The Doctor said.

“That’s a good sport. I had your TARDIS move separately when you came here. Best not to let try and run off with it in case my servants were useless as always.”

“When you drive your workers to suicide, you can’t expect them to perform at their best. Tell me where do you come from.”

Scratchman seemed to stop for a minute at the Doctor’s question.

“Why do you care Time Lord?”

“I always care. That’s what got me into this mess in the first place.”

“If we had only ignored that Scarecrow.” Yarox side.

“No I was talking about my life.”

“I don’t know where I came from.” Scratchman said, honestly.

“My first memory is of nothing but fire, pain and struggling with a creature like me before being cast across the stars, that I later destroyed. I tell my followers here that I am god, because I feel it makes no difference. To them I am a deity, and I also believe firmly that I am part of his plan too.”

“You believe in a supernatural creator? What makes you think that you weren’t just some cosmic accident hmm”

Scratchman smiled.

“Something like me could not come about by accident, Time Lord. I am designed to feed on the suffering of others. I am part of the Creators plan. He clearly is not benevolent. How could he be if he created me. As far as I am concerned, I am following the universal way of life for stronger life forms to dominate lesser creatures. Now then let’s not delay any longer shall we? I so can’t wait to visit your reality properly.”

To Be Continued

 

Doctor Who Vs Scratchman: Part 11

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                           Based on a story by Tom Baker and Ian Marter.

“There it is. The cave of the destroyer.” Charon said.

“The Kraken should be here already. I’m scared. I never thought I’d want to see that monster.”

“Well we can’t just wait for him to turn up.” The Doctor said nervously.

“Come on enough dilly dallying.”

As the ship moved closer to the cave however, suddenly it was rocked by something so hard it knocked the Doctor, Yarox and all of the damned souls off of their feet.

Charon quickly scrambled to his feet and opened the hatch. Up above he saw a sight that terrified even he, the man who had been killed an immeasurable number of times already.

It was the sight of literally hundreds of Demons descending from the firey skys up above. These weren’t just any old Demons however. They were Scratchman’s personal army. It hadn’t taken Scratchman long to realise that something was wrong. (This was his domain after all.)

“There’s no chance we can fight those monsters off.” Charon said.

“We can’t just give up” the Doctor responded, only to see that all of those around, save for Yarox (who didn’t really know the gravity of the situation) had done just that.

“Trust me there’s no point, those Demons are the strongest force Scratchman has.” The female ghost said. “It would take.” Before she could finish, she and the others were quickly alarmed by the sight of hundreds of Harpies, flying towards the Demons. Within a matter of seconds the Demons and the Harpies became caught in a truly vicious conflict with one another.

“It can’t be?” The female Ghost said.

“The Harpies are launching a full scale war.”

“Fools they won’t stand a chance.”

Sure enough the Demons were easily dominating the Harpies in the fight. Just one of Scratchman’s hideous minions was able to tear apart three of the Harpies at once. Still the Harpies at least vastly outnumbered this small army of Demons. They were only able to inflict a few small casualties on the Demons, but nevertheless the Harpies sacrifices were keeping the Demons away from the Doctor and the others.

The largest of the Demons kept tearing its way through the Harpies to try and get at Charon’s vehicle, but every time it did, more Harpies would surround it.

Some of the damned souls from the lake tried to join in the battle as some of the Demons and the Harpies flew closer to the lake. They came in on the Harpies side, mostly, but they were dispatched by the Demons in an even quicker space of time.

The way Charon’s ship had come had been completely cut off by hordes of Demons and Harpies fighting.

“We have to move now” The female Ghost said. “We have to get you and your craft out of this reality Time Lord. You must promise us that when you get back to your reality, you will let the great powers of your universe know about what is happening here. Quarrantine the earth if need be to stop Scratchman from using any other unwitting alien like yourself’s technology from being used by this Demon.”

“I promise” the Doctor said, though he didn’t really mean it. The Doctor wasn’t sure about letting other life forms know about the earth. For all he knew it could make it more of a target. Other life forms could want to destroy the earth to prevent any chance of Scratchman from clawing his way into our universe. Other aliens meanwhile might stupidly come to the earth for the challenge and glory of being the one to defeat Scratchman. At the same time however, the Ghost was right. Unless the portal to Scratchman’s realm was closed, the monster could always use any other stray alien’s technology for his own ends, or even humanity itself once it reached a certain stage of development.

Still he couldn’t worry about that now. All that mattered was getting the TARDIS.

“We still need to get to Ammit’s cave.” The female Ghost said.

“Why?” Yarox asked.

“Would you rather go through the war up ahead? Besides the Time Lords’ machine will be in Scratchman’s custody by now. We have to get it back, and the only way forward, without going through the war path, is Ammit’s cave.”

“Well I’m just glad that once we get there it will be all over for me.” Charon said as he headed towards the cave.

Just as he did however the Kraken’s tentacles started to emerge from the water.

Charon froze for a few seconds before driving his ship furiously into the monsters tentacles.

He didn’t even push the monster back an inch. It simply grabbed the ship and lifted it off the ground.

“Akasio, Leranak, Hesial” The female ghost chanted which caused the Kraken to drop the vessel and become docile.

Charon for the first time drove the ship past the Kraken, but just before he reached the cave he stopped.

“What are you doing? We don’t have much time.” The Ghost said frantically.

“Just one thing.” Charon said as he opened the hatch. Outside whilst the Harpies and Demons were fighting. (Or rather the Harpies were being slaughtered.) Charon spat on the docile Kraken.

“I couldn’t have died for good without doing that.” He said.

On the other side of the valley meanwhile, the rest of the rebellion were preparing to launch their attack on Scratchman’s castle. The castle was made entirely from the bones of various creatures. Literally entire species worth of life forms had been sacrificed just for Scratchman’s fancy palace.

Elena had joined the army advancing to the front. The Harpies did not know or even trust her, but they needed all of the forces they could get.

This was where the bulk of the army was. There hundreds of Harpies in the sky, as well as two gigantic Dragons and, centaurs, cyclops and living skeletons marching on the ground.

The army did not take much convincing to launch the attack. They had gotten restless waiting in the mountain for so long. Even after all this time, the creatures underestimated Scratchman

“There is a future for us you know.”  Elena said to one of the Cyclops, who she naturally felt a certain kinship with.

“I’m from it. I know that Scratchman doesn’t win. Well I know its possible that he doesn’t win at least. The Doctor tells me that we make our own past when we time travel. Its always the present for us if that makes sense, but.”

“Please I don’t need extra encouragment. I’d gladly die 1000 times if it meant trapping that monster in here. This entire world is crumbling. Oh Scratchman denies it, even our generals deny it, but this entire reality has been bent and broken so much. Even Scratchman can’t sustain it for long. When it vanishes he’ll be trapped in the eternal nothingness that this universe will become. Unable to draw energy from any other reality, any life form. We’ll all die, but we’ll be free. He’ll be condemned to an eternity of torment by us if we can just hold him.

But don’t you want to save your world? You’re happy to see your history, your culture just vanish in the blink of an eye.”

“It vanished a long time ago, and it wasn’t in the blink of an eye. Now the monster responsible will pay.”

As they advanced on the castle, hordes of monsters began to emerge from all around. Giant horned Demons, creatures made of fire, rotting corpses, they came from the castle, the flaming sky, from out of the ground.

One of the Dragons up above flew down towards the horde and breathed fire on all of the monsters turning the Demons into ash, whilst the creatures made of flames dissipated.

However just as it looked as though the tide could be turned in the rebels favour, 5 more Dragons from Scratchman’s castle emerged from the top of the highest tower. None of Scratchman’s Dragons were as powerful as the two the army had managed to capture however. That had been their greatest victory against Scratchman in all the milennia they had been fighting the monster.

However whilst Scratchman’s Dragons were not as powerful, they were still strong enough to divert the Dragons attention away from the forces below, causing the rebels to lose their advantage. On the ground the rebels again were no match for Scratchman’s forces.

During the fight, Elena much to her shame kept to the side and tried to avoid fighting any of the monsters. It didn’t take her long to realise that fighting these beasts wasn’t a smart option. The Cyclops she had spoken too was killed in a matter of seconds by a large flaming Demon, before he could even lift his sword.

She hoped that perhaps she could sneak her way into the castle, which is where the TARDIS most likely would be. She had no idea what she was going to do when she got there, but it was better than just getting pointlessly killed on the battlefield.

The Doctor, Charon, Yarox and the rest of the ghosts meanwhile had made their way deep into Ammit’s cave. The inside appeared to be a gigantic temple. The ruins of whatever civilisation had once thrived on the planet Scratchman had decided to make his base of operations.

On the walls were paintings of incredible creatures, either the rulers of this once proud world, or perhaps the Gods they had once worshipped. It seemed likely that Scrachman would choose a holy building as the place to keep his most vile, and feared pet.

“I don’t like this. The Destroyer should be here. Its toying with us.” The female Ghost said.

“I hope Scratchman hasn’t killed her just to spite us.” Charon replied.

As they reached the end of the cave they saw a gigantic wall of fire.

“I don’t think my sonic screwdriver will crack that lock.” The Doctor said.

“Its okay we have enchantments that can break Scratchman’s wall of fire, we’ll have to move quickly.” The female Ghost said.

As sson as she started the ritual however, the ground below her started to shake, enough to knock the Doctor and the others off of their feet.

Before any of them could get up, a gigantic Crocodile’s head came bursting through the ground and devoured the Ghost lady in a single bite.

“Ammit” Charon said excitedly. “Peace at last.”

Ammit soon burst out of the ground completely. Its body was over 50 feet long. Just as described in the myths, its head was a Crocodile, whilst its body was that of a Lion, and its legs were that of a Hippo. Its head was also covered in a large man too.

Everyone ran from the beast except for Charon, who ran towards it.

Yarox and the Doctor only noticed at the last minute, but could do nothing to help him. In one bite, Ammit swallowed the ferryman of the dead.

The monster lumbered after the Doctor, Yarox and the remaining souls, all of whom it picked off one by one, until only the Doctor and Yarox were left.

The Doctor felt that perhaps the souls much like Charon were desperate to be free of their burden too. Had they perhaps been misled by those ghosts into going on this suicide mission.

Ammit smashed all of pillars and ruins as he furiously chased after the Time Lord and Yarox. Both stuck together in the confusion, though at one point they did become separated by a falling pillar. There was nowhere for them to run. Each time the Doctor and Yarox made it to the entrance, the Kraken’s tentacles would rise from the depths, whilst at the other end, the flaming wall kept them out. Each time they ran around the Doctor searched for a tiny hole and opening, but he found nothng. Not even some where to hide.

By the 6th time they had run around, the Doctor was so exhausted that he almost collapsed.

“This isn’t the most athletic body I’ve ever had Yarox I’m afraid.” The Doctor said through gasps of air.

“We can’t give up now Doctor.”

“I don’t want too, but I think I’m going to pass out.

As Ammit advanced on them again, the fire door suddenly vanished and a tall, middle aged man, with greying dark hair, a handsome face and a bright orange suit emerged. Ammit instantly bowed in reverence too him.

“Watching you run away from the monster stopped being amusing after the third time, but I could never go easy on you.” The man said in a thick American accent.

“Allow me to introduce myself Time Lord. I am Harry Scratch.”

To Be Continued

 

 

 

 

 

Doctor Who Vs Scratchman: Part 9

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                              Based on a story by Tom Baker and Ian Marter

 

(Sorry about the delays. The lead up to Christmas has obviously been hectic. The final part of the current, Professor Fang and The Circus Master stories will be finished next week. In 2020 I will work out a more regular schedule for all 3 series.)

“This is where you’ve always been heading Time Lord and you know it.” The Demonic voice taunted.

“To tell you the truth I never knew where I was going. That’s what made it so fun.”

Suddenly a ball of flame began to appear just above the console. The Doctor tried to run away, but the flames quickly shot to right in front of him. The flaming sphere then started to form a humanoid shape with horns and cloven feet, before taking on an actual physical, humanoid form.

The creature had a furry, pale body, goat like legs and two very small horns on either side of its head. Its eyes were bright green, whilst its features were long and sharp. Its teeth were small and jagged. It’s actual speaking voice was very different in its natural form. It was more high pitched, yet somewhat softer sounding.

“I wanted you to see me as I truly am, for I was once like you, Doctor. My name is Pan, and I am a member of the Olyscias Federation.”

“The Olyscias Federation?” The Doctor said in disbelief. “They fell over 2000 years before the time period those villagers came from. You’ve been suffering in that monsters prison all that time?”

Elena suddenly came bursting through the door, carrying Yarox who was still weak after his ordeal.

“What’s going on Doctor we’ve.” Elena froze when she saw both Pan and the image on the scanner.

“Don’t worry I’m not him, though you’ll meet Scratchman soon enough, or the Devil or whatever you primitives call him. I am Pan, a once noble intergalactic traveller like your friend the Doctor here.”

“Doctor what is he talking about.”

“He claims to be from the Olyscias Federation. They were a collective of a number of highly advanced beings who sought to elevate other races across the universe to their level. They’d visit planets, fix whatever problems they could, and share their knowledge with them. They visited earth I believe many centuries ago. They helped lay the foundations for the Ancient Greeks society. Pan from what I remember was something of a renegade, who enjoyed being worshipped on whatever world he came too as a god, without doing much to help the natives.”

“Those stories were exaggerated!” Pan fired back.

“Still it is true to some extent that I was a bit of a vagabond in my younger days, but then aren’t we all? In my later years I truly tried to make amends for my selfish behaviour, and that’s what got me trapped in here. My people, when we stayed on earth we detected that certain human minds were being drained by a mysterious force. With our superior technology we traced the dimensional rip. Several of us travelled to Scratchman’s realm to try and save the human souls, but we ended up as the servants of Scratchman instead. Hades was once the proudest of our warriors, and now he serves Scratchman, ruling over the darkest pit of this hell. We were far from the only aliens ever to visit this planet to try and stop Scratchman. Thousands of advanced life forms have detected his presence, and the rip to his dimension. In fact the earth has a reputation in certain corners of the galaxy for being the home of Scratchman. The earthlings are pitied more than any other races across the galaxy as a result. Poor primitives have no idea that the hardships for life are nothing compared to what awaits so many of them in the beyond. Many alien species have visited the earth to try and sever Scratchman’s connection to it, stop him from entering his world, some have tried to harness the power from his realm for their own purposes. All now either serve him or lie at the bottom of that molten lake, screaming forever. Many have entered humanity’s mythology of course. The dark knight? He was once a noble alien warrior who came to earth to stop the ultimate evil. Scratchman not only killed him, but made him a kind of messenger, who takes people to hell from the earth. Charon? Once a brave daredevil., fighter pilot in the Hesrika league, now the humble ferryman of the dead.”

“This is what awaits you Time Lord. I just hope that when he makes you his new servant, he finally releases me.” Pan said before vanishing into a puff of black smoke.The two TARDIS doors soon opened, and despite his best efforts the Doctor wasn’t able to close them. All of the TARDIS’s systems appeared to be dead or at least locked.

“Well I guess we’ll have to play Scratchman or Pan’s sick game for now.” The Doctor said to his two companions as he headed out onto the red, barren landscape. Though the Doctor was terrified, he really didn’t need any persuasion to explore the landscape before him. No matter what the circumstances the Doctors hunger for discovery knew no bounds.

Elena meanwhile was more reluctant. She wasn’t eager to see what other fears or horrors Pan or any of Scratchman’s minions could cull from her mind, but she knew she couldn’t let the Doctor just walk off on his own.

“If only he’d just think once before he goes off” Elena moaned to Yarox who was still weak and needed help from Elena just to walk.

Outside the air of the planet was intensly hot. Elena and Yarox almost collapsed at first, whilst even the Doctor had taken rest on a nearby rock, though he quickly jumped up as it was scorching.

As the three time travellers got closer to the molten lake they could hear the moans and the screams of those trapped within getting louder and louder until they were almost unbearable.

The sky above meanwhile was nothing but flames.

“I can see why Scratchman wants to leave this place. Only problem is he seems to have a bad habit of making everywhere he moves too the same.” The Doctor said as he stared at something in the distance.

It was hard to make out clearly in the scorching heat, but the Doctor could see something begin to move from under the red sand. It looked like a long clawed arm, though again it was hard to make out from the distance.

Suddenly however hundreds more creatures began to crawl out from under the sand in front of the Doctor, Yarox and Elena.

There hunders of different types of beasts. Some resembled rotting corpses, others giant horned Demons, some were flaming figures just like Pan had been on earth. The army of monsters pushed the Doctor, Yarox and Elena back to the very edge of the molten lake.

With nothing to lose, the Doctor and Elena tried to fight the monsters, but they were hopelessly overpowered. Yarox despite still being somewhat weak from the torture also did his best to help his friends, but he too was overpowered in a matter of seconds. The three time travellers were pushed towards the very edge of the cliff over the molten lake.

“Stop, the master wants to speak with the Time Lord personally.”

The Doctor looked up to see a small, cloaked figure emerging from the crowd of abominations. Its face was green and rotting, whilst its teeth were small and very sharp.

“My dear Doctor, I hope you haven’t been made too uncomfortable.” The figure said in a mocking tone.

“I am Charon, the ferryman of the dead. I will take you across the lake in my boat.”

“Boat? I thought it was a raft” the Doctor said.

“It used to be, but hardly anyone would ever make it across. The souls would pull them in. Even with the boat, so few people make it across. I keep telling Scratchamn to upgrade, but to be honest I think that’s the point. Don’t worry though, he really wants to speak with you, so you should be safe.”

“Safe? I’d rather take my chances in the lake.” The Doctor said.

“Well, to be honest so would I, but you can’t fight the master. You can’t fight him anywhere, but certainly not in his domain.”

With no other choice, the three time travellers headed across the burning sands to what looked like a large, strange, purple boat. The boat was shaped like a cone, with a hatch opening up at the front.

“Its from my home planet, or rather its meant to look like it.”

“Nothing like a little piece of home eh.” Yarox said somewhat nervously.

“Not at all. This is the boat I died in. It was ripped apart by one of the monsters, the Kraken from Scratchman’s reality that he sent to terrorise the earth. Though its killed me many times since. The Kraken lives in the lake. Often it will tear this ship apart and throw the souls into the lake, before devouring me. I always reappear back in the harbour however, waiting for the next group of souls and my next death.”

“I’m sorry.” Elena said.

“Its okay, I no longer fear death. How could I when I’ve died hundreds of times already. Its the waking up bit after that’s the worst. I just hope one of these days he lets me rest.

The inside of the ship was dark and dank and filled with rotting corpses.

“Your latest passengers I take it?” The Doctor asked.

“No my first. They were the other members of my team when we first came to earth. We all had such high hopes that we would be the ones to take down Scratchman. Their bodies are to serve as a reminder of my failure, but I stopped caring a long time ago.”

The boat quickly sped through the lake.

“It won’t take long. The Masters castle is on the edge of the lake. He likes to watch the souls suffer in the morning.”

“I just can’t wait to meet him the Doctor said.”

Yarox sat at the edge of the room, away from the bodies. Once again Elena was the only one to notice his discomfort and tried to console him, whilst the Doctor kept bugging Charon with questions.

“I’m sorry Yarox, I know what you saw. I saw it too. This is the price of the life we live. The freedom, from everything, responsibility, time itself. ”

“Its not that.” Yarox said with regret.

“I, I wasn’t strong. When those Daleks or whatever they were, the hallucinations were torturing me I, I gave in Elena. I betrayed you and the Doctor.”

“We know. We saw it.”

“I understand if you want to throw me off the TARDIS.”

“Its not my choice I’m afraid. I don’t blame you though. Scratchman, or whatever that creature conjured up your darkest fears.”

“But what if those Daleks had been real? I would have told them everything. I would have happily taken them to the TARDIS just to be free from that pain. I don’t think I can cope.”

“Where will you go? You can’t go back home. Suppose we just dump you somewhere, and then you find you can’t cope there, but you have no one to help you? I admit there is still a lot about the Doctor I don’t understand, but I know he’d never just leave you somewhere. Also even if he did, I’d go with you.”

Yarox was greatly moved by Elena’s words but he still couldn’t help but feel he didn’t deserve her loyalty.

“Fascinating” the Doctor said loudly.

It wasn’t really but he was trying to annoy Charon by distracting him with pointless questions, but the ferryman of the dead was not taking the Doctors bait.

Charon didn’t seem malicious like Pan. He seemed quite laid back and even charming in some ways, but really he was more just detatched from everything around him. The Doctor felt he could strike him physically and Charon still wouldn’t react.

Just then the ship suddenly stopped.

“Its the souls from the lake. Sometimes they’ll try and pull people in. Misery loves company and all that. Don’t worry they are easy to deal with.” Charon said as he reached for a weapon under the counter.

The damned souls started to rip the hatch open. Elena and Yarox quickly stood beside the Doctor, though he was just as defenceless as they were. Elena made sure to try and push Yarox behind her, though he tried to push her behind him. He was determined to make up for his earlier cowardice.

The creatures bodies were burned almost beyond recognition. The skin of each of the monsters was black and decaying, their eyes were burned out sockets, and their green broken teeth were exposed.

Despite this however they could see very clearly and shuffled towards the Doctor and Charon.

“This weapon will take them down. It destroy’s their souls completely. I don’t think they want to harm us, they just want it all to be over. I’m more than happy to oblige.” Charon said as he fired at the monsters, burning them all into nothing.

As soon as Charon tried to start the ship again however the Doctor siezed his chance and tried to tackle the ferryman of the dead. Charon however just simply hurled the Doctor across the room. Elena next tried to use her Acturian kung fu on Charon, but she was overpowered just as easily.

Yarox next prepared to strike but Charon simply laughed at him. It was the only emotion the ferryman of the dead had shown so far.

“I have to take people across a burning lake to hell. You really think that I can’t defend myself?”

Suddenly Yarox and Charon were both distracted by a hideous shrieking sound.

“No it can’t be.” Charon said.

“It was a trap, those souls were”

Charon quickly tried to start the ship, but before he could three hideous, blue, winged monsters descended on the hatch.

“Harpies!” Charon screamed as he tried to start the boat. The boat wasn’t moving however because several more souls in the lake were holding it in place. Incredible Charon thought to himself. He had never seen so many souls be able to hold off the agony from being in the lake for this long.

One of the Harpies quickly grabbed Elena in its talons. Another tried to grab the Doctor, but Charon quickly fired on it.

Unfortunately the Harpy with Elena quickly ascended to the skies above the lake. Charon couldn’t fire on it now without sending Elena into the lake of fire. She was in those monsters custody.

To Be Continued

 

 

 

 

 

Doctor Who Vs Scratchman: Part 8

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                            Based on a story by Tom Baker and Ian Marter

 

“EXTERMINATE, EXTERMINATE” the metal monsters screeched at Yarox who in desperation tried to climb up a nearby tree. He knew he couldn’t get out of the Daleks line of fire by simply running away, but as soon he started to climb the trunk, one of the Daleks had already hovered to the very top ahead of him.

“YOU WILL NOT ESCAPE!” The Dalek taunted as it aimed its gun down. Yarox closed his eyes and prepared for the worst. Being shot by a Dalek was literally the most painful way to die. Their death rays stimulated every single pain receptor in a person’s body to the maximum they could be.

To Yarox’s surprise however he heard one of the Daleks screaming instead.

“HELP, HELP EMERGENCY”

Yarox turned round to see several more humans, similar in appearance to those he had left behind in his own time swarming the Dalek from behind. The Dalek that had hovered to the top of the tree started to open fire on them, whilst the Dalek on the ground was able to push several more off. The humans were weak, sickly and battered looking. They had only been able to momentarily swarm the Dalek due to their large numbers, but in a matter of seconds the two monsters had gunned them all down.

Yarox used the opportunity to jump down from the tree and speed off through the undergrowth. He hated having to leave the others, but he knew that there was nothing he could do against the two Daleks. As he ran through the thick forest aimlessly, Yarox saw the Daleks green rays heading in his direction, melting all of the trees and plant life around him. He jumped to behind a nearby tree narrowly missing the Daleks rays. As it was being this close to the radiation from the Dalek rays was still enough to cause Yarox tremendous pain. He’d never felt agony like it before as the background radiation from the rays soaked every cell in his body. He wanted to scream, but the Daleks were right above his head. Fortunately they hadn’t seen him hiding in the undergrowth just yet. They were firing at random into the woods to try and smoke Yarox out. He had to keep moving, but the pain was so much he could barely move. As soon as the rays started to move closer to him however, Yarox instantly jumped in the opposite direction. The brief burst of adrenaline gave Yarox enough strength to stumble through the woods a short distance before he collapsed again face first onto the earth above the TARDIS floor. He almost fainted in the process.

When Yarox pulled his head up from the dirt, he saw the woods ahead of him were gone. The entire landscape had changed. Up ahead was a Dalek camp, where hundreds more humans were being worked in the Daleks filthy mines. The most disturbing sight however was just outside the mine, where those the Daleks deemed unfit for work were being lined up for extermination.

The humans included men, women, children and the elderly. They were all incredibly frail, some couldn’t stand, others were even missing limbs. One at the front, a child was crawling along on the floor, clearly unable to see.

“EXTERMINATE” one of the Daleks shouted as it fired on the prisoners, one after another. The Dalek could have easily doused them all in the radiation at once, but it chose to kill them one at a time instead. The screams from each prisoner were deafening. Even after all the prisoners had suffered they still feared death at the hands of the Daleks and some of them even got on their knees only to be cut down. Yarox couldn’t take it anymore and tried to crawl back through the woods, but when he turned around he saw the woods had been set ablaze. The two Daleks were flying through the fire, completely unaffected.

“THE HUMANOID WILL BE FOUND! ALL RESISTANCE WILL BE CRUSHED! DALEKS ARE THE SUPREME BEINGS!”

Yarox was so terrified he crawled behind a nearby tree and curled himself up into a ball, and put his fingers in his ears to try and cover up the screams. This was his worst nightmare coming true. Yarox hadn’t even thought about the Doctor and Elena during the ordeal. The only escape he thought was possible was a quick death.

Elena meanwhile was jolted awake by the Daleks screams of exterminate. Her room was just a few decks above the garden. She was so exhausted from her ordeal against Scratchman that she had collapsed into a sleep almost the second she hit the bed. The Daleks rasping battle cries, as well as the screams from their victims would be enough to wake her from even a coma. Like Yarox, Elena was terrified of the Daleks more than any of the other monstrosities she had encountered on her travels with the Doctor.

“No they can’t be here.” She said to herself.

“THE DOCTOR IS LOCATED, ALERT, ALERT” One of the Daleks below screamed.

Elena quicky jumped out of her bed to try and find the Doctor, but the door to her room suddenly sealed itself shut. She tried to pull on the door, but it wouldn’t budge, so she tried to kick it down, but again it wouldn’t move.

“Why do you bother.”

Elena turned around only to see there was no one there.

“This is not your time. Not your home. Why bother travelling half way around the universe to solve some problem that would never have affected you, when there are people at home who need your help?”

“Who are you, what trick is this?”

“I am a servant of the Master.”

“Scratchman? I thought we sent the last of your lot back into the hell you came from.”

“When I attacked the TARDIS during that sacrifice I was able to take refuge in the heart of the console. The TARDIS itself acted as an unwilling shield when the rest of the Masters servants were pulled back into his realm. It took me a long time, but I was eventually able to work from within. I can control more superficial aspects of this vessel, but I still need.”

“You still need the Doctor, and let me guess you’re going to hurt us until he helps you. You’re so predictable.”

“No I’m going to cut a deal with you. If you convince the Doctor to help us, then I’ll send you back home.”

“Why would I do that?”

“You are selfish that’s why. You may play the hero to the others, but I know deep down you only care about yourself. The only reason you do this, is so that you won’t be seen as the failure of the family, which is what you always were. You let that man get pulled into our domain where he suffers every day while you go on quite happy. Most people after leaving someone to that fate, wouldn’t be able to sleep so easily.”

“There was nothing I could have done.”

“Oh please, no one else is around now Elena, I can read your thoughts. I know you. You were a sad joke of a woman whose life was going nowhere, while your sister was a famous astronaut. You lived off of your parents, bled them dry, never made any effort to turn yourself around, until the Doctor came along. With a quick fix he gave you a spot on the TARDIS, no responsibility, and the odd monster aside an easy life. You’ll always take the easy way out Elena.”

“If you want to cut a faustian deal this isn’t the best way. What about buttering me up, trying to play on my vanity. You call me a failure?”

“I’m being honest with you young lady. I’m giving you the one chance you have to do the right thing.”

“And let a Demon into the universe?”

Just then Elena suddenly saw an image of her parents appearing at the far edge of the room. They both looked much older however.

“What are you doing?”

“This is your parents future. I am linked to the TARDIS a machine that can not only travel through time and space, but look into potential futures. How do you think it knows what timelines are safe for the Doctor to meddle in? This is a potential future for your parents. Its what will happen if you stay with the Doctor.”

“What is happening.”

“They are mourning the loss of their daughter. Your sister to be precise. Killed in a mission in deep space, I won’t show you the gruesome details. Not yet anyway.”

“Its nothing but a cheap lie.”

“Can you be sure though? Besides you haven’t seen the best part yet. Losing one child is hard, but how do you think they will cope with losing two.”

“You’re saying I die?”

“No you don’t die. In fact you’ll live a long and happy life, but you will never return to your own time. You know how unreliable the TARDIS and the Doctor are. They’ll try to get you home, but he’ll miss it by about 100 years or so. Once that timeline is set for you, you can’t go back without creating a paradox. You’re parents will never know what became of you.

After your mother passes on from a broken heart, your father will spend most of his days waiting by the window, staring out in hope that his little girl will come to visit him one last time.”

“Shut up, you sick.”

“See for yourself.”

Elena saw an image of her father, weak, frail and utterly broken, staring out of a small window in a nursing home.

“We’re all just abandoned and forgotten about in the end, but imagine not knowing if your other little girl is even alive. If that careless moron she went off with got her killed, if she’s suffering in a Dalek camp thousands of light years away, been converted into a Cyberman, or if she just doesn’t care about you anymore?”

“Please stop it”

“You can avert this future now. This is your only chance. I can send you back to the 31st century. You can be reunited with you parents, stop your sisters death. I can give you an easy life back in the 31st century. Stay with the Doctor however and do you really trust that old fool to take you back to the correct time. You know how many mistakes he makes whenever he tries to get to the right time? You laugh them off normally, but this time?”

“Its a lie, I’d be a moron for listening to you.”

“Its true I am a Demon with an agenda, but are you willing to gamble with your families lives? Do you really trust the Doctor to get you home?”

Elena stared at the image of her father looking out the window, waiting for his daughter who would most likely never come for several minutes. She knew the Demon was trying to trick her, yet his words still tormented her. What if he was right, not only about her families future, but about her. She was sure that she had done everything to help Stanley, but then she remembered how she used to be. The first 30 or so years of her life were a complete waste. She was lazy, she constantly got into trouble and embarassed her parents. She thought about all the times she had let them down and couldn’t bare the thought of doing so again. Then however she thought about Stanley once more. If it was true that she had left him to suffer in the Demon’s dimension because she was afraid, then she owed it to him to do all she could to stop the last of Scratchman’s minions here and now.

“No.” She said proudly.

“Maybe you’re right about everything, about me only caring about myself, and if you are its time I stopped doing the selfish thing, which would be to help you free your Master into the universe, just for the sake of my family.”

The Demonic voice burst out laughing.

“Perhaps I should show you what is in store for your sister then? Its one thing to be a sad lonely old man, but what they did to her? Its beyond description.  Just a few years after you left the 31st century, her ship will be attacked by a race of creatures known as the Yisear. The Yisear will never become a major power like the Daleks or the Cybermen, but in some ways they are among the most vicious creatures in the galaxy. Your sister was very unlucky to stumble into their domain.”

Elena couldn’t even look at the Yisear they were so horrifying. She repeatedly tried to kick on the door, but it still wasn’t moving. With her sisters screams ringing in her ears, Elena with all of her strength picked up a nearby chair and rammed it into the door, but yet again it didn’t budge.

Elena turned around to see the monsters attacking her sister and in fury she jumped into the illusion to try and attack the creatures. Her hands and feet however just went completely through the monsters and even her sister when she tried to grab her.

“This is a lie, an illusion!” Elena screamed as she continued to fight, pointlessly with the illusionary creatures.

After a few more moments however, the illusions vanished and the door opened.

“I’m not done with you yet.” The voice taunted.

Elena ran down the corridor to the garden screaming for the Doctor.

“HUMANOID LIFE FORM DETECTED! ADVANCE ADVANCE!”

“They’re not real, they’re illusions.” Elena said to herself as she headed down stairs. When she reached the door to the Garden however she saw that it was gone. There was nothing but a black wall. As she pounded on it, she heard the unwelcome sound of two Daleks coming up behind her.

“YOU ARE AN ASSOCIATE OF THE DOCTOR YOU WILL BE EXTERMINATED!” The Daleks screeched.

Elena tried to keep her cool. She knew they weren’t real, but up this close she couldn’t help but tremble in terror at the sight of the most evil creatures in the universe.

“EXTERMINATE, EXTERMINATE, EXTERMINATE!”

Elena still didn’t back down and as the Daleks cornered her against a wall the monsters suddenly stopped.

“Just as I thought a real Dalek would have killed me by now.”

The two Daleks faded into nothing much to the mutant’s relief. At the end of the corridor Elena could see the Doctor running frantically towards her.

“Elena, I’m so glad to.” Before the Time Lord could even finish, Elena tripped him up.

“What are you doing?”

“Sorry I just had to be sure you were real.”

“Well at least I know you are real.”

“Doctor what is going on? I thought you sent all of those things back to the other universe.”

“I know, one of them it seems managed to slip through the net. Its conjuring up images from our minds to torment us. Don’t believe them for a second.”

The Doctor got to work on the door, with his sonic screwdriver. He knew the wall was an illusion, but he still had to find a way to open the jammed door.

“Yarox is in there. These Daleks are his worst fear, though some of the memories are culled from my mind.”

“Doctor, what did you see.” Elena asked, not sure if she should. She knew how secretive the Doctor could be, but she was scared with all he had seen that something worse might be lurking around the corner.

“I saw many things. Daleks, Cybermen. There’s some horrible memories tucked up in here. Some wonderful ones too of course, but lets just say my head is not always a pleasant place to be.”

“What I saw this time was one of my enemies. The Master.”

“The Master?”

“He’s not Scratchman. He’s a Time Lord like me. We’ve been fighting for thousands of years. I’ve tried to finish him so many times, but he always gets away. He always shows up again to cause more suffering. He’s tried to finish me too of course. We’ve never managed to rub the other one out. Whenever I see him I know that no matter who wins, more innocent people will die. Yet whenever he’s not fighting me I worry about the chaos he’s causing all over the galaxy. This wasn’t just a vision of the Master however. He was, he was attacking the worlds I have saved, the people I’ve saved. I have done so many things wrong, made so many mistakes, but knowing that I’ve saved people, it makes it easy for me to sleep at night. The Master however was destroying them all, killing the friends I’ve left behind and I was powerless. I had to watch him standing over my former companions bodies, in the ruins of earth and other worlds, laughing at me that my entire life had been worthless.”

“I’m sorry Doctor. I saw my parents and my sister. I had always thought that they were relieved to get rid of me.  I wasn’t up to much back home. I was a bit of a burden, but in the vision they were alone, miserable, waiting for me.”

“We have to ignore these visions Elena. This Demon wants to break us so it can use the TARDIS to free its Master. Always remember that whatever this Demon can throw at us, its nothing compared to what Scratchman can do if he gets free. He created this monster.”

The wall soon vanished and the TARDIS door flung open.

“Ah see, your illusions are nothing but cheap tricks” the Doctor said proudly. “You think I can’t rework the lock on one of the doors of my own TARDIS?”

“Or maybe I want you to see what’s happened to your friend.” The voice taunted.

The garden had been replaced with a long, drab silver corridor. The Doctor instantly recognised it as being of Dalek design, as did Elena. Up ahead they could hear Yarox’s screams.

The Doctor quickly ran down the corridor, passing through several more illuisonary Daleks in the process. At the end of the corridor he saw Yarox strapped to a table with two Daleks standing over him.

“I don’t understand they’re just illusions, how can they hurt him?”

“He thinks they are real. These memories are not his however. They’re mine. This is a memory of the Daleks camps, the worst place in the universe. They’ve kept people alive in these torture chambers for decades, even centuries in a state of perpetual agony.

“YOU ARE AN ASSOCIATE OF THE DOCTOR, YOU WILL TELL US WHERE HE IS!” One of the Daleks screamed at Yarox.

“I don’t know where, I would tell you if I could, but you took me from his TARDIS.” Yarox said in desperation.

The Doctor paused for a second. He had hoped Yarox would have been stronger, but he didn’t blame him for giving in. The Daleks torture device used the same principle as their guns of stimulating all pain receptors, except it did not damage the tissue like their death rays and thus kept the victim alive in the worst agony.

The Doctor and Elena ran through the two Dalek torturers and tried to help Yarox snap out of it.

“Its all just a dream Yarox, these monsters aren’t real, you’re still on the TARDIS. The pain isn’t real, its an illusion.”

Yarox wasn’t listening however. He felt sure it was another trick from the Daleks to get him to let his guard down.

“PLEASE, PLEASE JUST KILL ME” Yarox pleaded with the Daleks.

Elena tried hitting him, but he didn’t even feel it through the pain of the imaginary Dalek’s torture device.

The Doctor then tried to pull Yarox off of the table, but unfortunately the Demon was using its actual power to hold him onto the illusion. Still the Doctor tried and tried with Elena’s help until eventually he was able to wrench Yarox free. As soon as Yarox was free the illusion of the Dalek ship, and the Daleks themselves vanished into smoke and the Doctor, Elena and Yarox were back in their garden again.

Yarox had by this stage fainted after everything he had went through. Elena cradled him in her arms, whilst the Doctor searched around the woods for any sign of the Demon.

The TARDIS suddenly started to shake violenty enough for the Doctor to be knocked off of his feet.

“What are you doing to my ship?”

“You are a fool Time Lord. These illusions were not designed to break you, rather to distract you. The TARDIS had unknowingly shielded me from being pulled into the other universe for a time, but even it couldn’t keep me here forever. Eventually I will be pulled back too, so I decided to fuse myself to your machine’s very core. When I am finally pulled back into Scratchman’s domain, so will the TARDIS and all of you. There your machine will give Scratchman the power he needs to enter your universe. Of course if you had been in the console room you would have detected my presence and been able to eject me right away. These illusions culled from your worthless life have given me the time I needed.”

The Doctor quickly ran back to the console room, with the Demon taunting him as it did.

“You’re too late. I was thinking of killing you, but the Master may have some fun with you and your companions instead. The horrible things you’ve seen Doctor can allow him to create a very special hell for all three of you.”

The TARDIS shook again, much more violently than before, with several of the Doctors clocks and ornaments that decorated the walls falling and breaking. The Cloister bell began to ring again. Once the machine had calmed down the Doctor made his way to the console room, where he saw on the scanner that the ship had landed.

On the scanner the Doctor could see the landscape was a mostly barren wasteland, save for a few rocks that led to a large boiling lake. The earth was completely red, whilst the sky was burning.

The Time Lord knew where they had landed, but couldn’t bring himself to say it. He couldn’t even believe it existed.

To Be Continued

 

Doctor Who Vs Scratchman: Part 6

 

                         Based on a story by Tom Baker and Ian Marter

“Well which one of you wants to go first.” The Inquisitore said with a sadistic delight.

The flame had grown stronger and thicker with all of the villagers, standing behind Elena and Yarox, both of whom were just as terrified, despite how much they tried to hide it.

The Inquistore wandered up to a small boy who it could clearly tell was more scared than the others.

“It seems to me like he’s volunteering.” The Inquisitore said.

Elena quickly tried to jump the Inquistore from behind whilst the Goblin was distracted, but two more of the guards instantly pounced on her. Elena however managed to flip the Inquisitore over her shoulder and into one of the guards behind. The other she knocked down with a hard kick to the face.

Yarox and many of the villagers wanted to help, including Stanley and Mrs Tulloch (who held her daughter tighter than ever) but the Goblins had them completely surrounded with their weapons.

The Inquistore however was able to catch Elena off guard with a quick strike of lightening from its hand, knocking her down. Yarox foolishly ran to help her, but the Goblin knocked him out with another blast.

“Save the cyclops for last. I want her to see what’s in store for her. Get the boy.” The Inquisitore barked.

Stantley however quickly pushed the boy behind him and told the monsters to take him instead.

“Please he’s just a boy.” Stanley pleaded. “He has his whole life ahead of him. I’m an old man.”

Stanley’s pleas naturally fell on deaf ears at first, but the Inquisitore soon believed it could have some fun with the old man. He seemed so brave and self sacrificing and the monster wanted to see if it could break him in front of the others.

“Okay” The Goblin said whilst smiling.

Stanley froze.

“What’s wrong. Didn’t think I’d really take you up on your offer.”

Stanley tried to control himself as best he could, but he started to tremble.

“I’m not a coward like you attacking defenceless children.” Stanley spat back.

The Goblin simply laughed at him and put its hand on his shoulder. With one squeeze it brought Stanley to his knees, before grabbing him by his throat.

“We’ll see who the coward is.”

The Doctor struggled with the Goblin. He tried to reach for the wires at the back of the creatures head, but it was too fast and grabbed his hand which it started to crush slowly.

The Doctor however reached his other hand into a tiny hole in the monsters metal chest which had been created by the fall. The Goblin grabbed still managed to grab the Doctors other hand too just as it reached inside, but the Time Lord had still got good grip on the wires inside and pulled on them. The cybernetic Goblin fell backwards clutching its chest in pain whilst the Doctor quickly got his key out and opened the TARDIS.

Before the Doctor could shut the TARDIS from the inside however, the Goblin hurled itself at the doors. The Doctor tried to push back, but its strength was too great, even in its weakened state and it managed to push the Time Lord back onto the console.

The Goblin staggered into the TARDIS, limping and clutching its chest and struggling to breath. It soon collapsed to its knees before barely even reaching the console. The Doctor approached the creature carefully. He knew it was spent, but he was still cautious. Even on its death bed the creature could and would still try and tear his throat out.

The Goblin tried to hurl itself at the Doctor again, but it clumsily fell on the console instead, barely able to hold itself up.

“Please.” The Doctor said softly. “What’s the point anymore. Just let me help you. Maybe I can repair.”

“Never! For those who fail the master there is but one fate.”

“There doesn’t have to be. Please.”

Before the Doctor could even finish the Goblin reached into its chest and tore more of its own wires and innards out.

“Such a waste” The Doctor said as he examined the console. A large web of red tissue appeared to have grown from the bottom of the console to the top.

“Fools” The Doctor thought to himself. It was obviously a clumsy attempt to link the TARDIS with the beast he was trapped inside. The Doctor was still impressed however that the Goblins had been able to penetrate the TARDIS’ defences at all, but ultimately these red vines would soon wither and die. Perhaps the Time Lord could use them however.

The TARDIS was connected to this creature, which was in turn connected to the portal Scratchman hoped to enter this world through. The plan had been to drain the TARDIS’s power to widen the portal, but the Doctor now believed he could drain the power the creatures were using to stay in this world, using the TARDIS. He would reapply the dematerialisation circuits to create a partial lift off. It was risky and doing so would cause the TARDIS a tremendous amount of pain. Still he had no choice.

“I’m sorry old girl.” The Doctor said as he gently tapped the console. “This is going to hurt. It’ll be pain that you’ve never experienced before, but we have to to save the others.”

As soon as the Doctor was finished resetting the controls however the TARDIS console began to go up and down frantically and smoke began to appear in the room which choked the Doctor.

“Old girl please. I don’t want to do this but we have no choice.” He said whilst gasping for air.

As the Doctor reached for the controls again he was suddenly thrown towards the doors by an invisible force.

The TARDIS would never harm him. Clearly something else had got inside the TARDIS. The Doctor ran to try and help it again but something was holding him back and more red vines began to crawl up from under the console. It seems he had misjudged the Goblins. The Doctor using all of his strength managed to push through the force field and grabbed onto one of the tentacles.

The Doctor tried to pull it from the console, causing more of them to wrap themselves around him. Just as all seemed lost, the old dematerialisation sound started to chime in and the tentacles became limp.

“Thanks old girl. I knew you wouldn’t let me down.” The Doctor said as he brushed his suit down.

It would take less than 10 minutes for the TARDIS to absorb the power, but there were two major obstacles. The creatures who could enter the Tardis would all be down here to stop him. Also the Doctor would have just ten minutes to try and find Elena, Yarox and the others. If they were not in the TARDIS when the power was drained, they would be pulled into Scratchman’s hell!

The Doctor would have to hack into the Goblins monitors to find where they were, and then teleport the TARDIS to save them, which he could do as the two ships were now connected. However he would have to wait until the Hydra’s last few seconds in this dimension after its power had been drained. If he broke the link before then, the power wouldn’t be drained. If he was lucky, the Doctor would have just 30 seconds to rescue his friends.

The Time Lord quickly adjusted the scanner and to his horror saw where the Goblins were holding his friends.

He could see Stanley being brought to the flaming portal, but there was nothing he could do. Stanley could hear the screams of others who had been trapped in the flames as he was brought closer, but he still did not back down.

The Inquisitore was getting angry. He was sure that Stanley was weak and would have broken down and begged for mercy by now.

“Why are you willing to sacrifice yourself like this? Do you not know what awaits you? Are you a fool?” The Goblin said.

“Of course I’m scared. I’m absolutely petrified, but unlike you I’m not going to let that fear turn me into something I’m not. You’re only doing this because you’re afraid of your master, or because he’s already broken you. I pity you. He’s taken everything you once were away and replaced it with his own perversion.”

The Inquisitore spoke in a more calm, and serious tone to Stanley. “You will lose yourself eventually. No matter how hard you fight. No one has been able to withstand.”

The whole room started to shake, which was followed by the alarm.

“ALERT, ALERT THE HYDRA IS BREAKING FREE FROM OUR CONTROL.”

The Hydra could sense the Doctor draining the energy that was keeping them in this dimension and started to panic. Despite the Goblins conditioning the Dragon’s self preservation instincts kicked in. It flew wildly threw the air, and started to burn the forest on the island below. Several Scarecrow’s were caught in the monsters flame breath. The beast nearly flew itself into a small mountain before the Goblins were able to reassert control over the Dragon.

During the confusion meanwhile, Elena siezed her chance and jumped the Inquisitore. Her mutated metabolism had allowed the Cyclops to recover from the monsters blast a lot quicker than Yarox. Elena grabbed the Inquisitore from behind and after a brief struggle, she was able to use her larger body weight to push the Inquisitore into the fire. Just before the Goblin was thrust into the flames it let out a pitiful scream for help.

Stanley meanwhile tried to tackle the Goblin guard beside him, only to be hopelessly overpowered. Still he had not only bought Elena enough time to deal with the Inquisitore but distracted the guard long enough for Elena to then jump it from behind. She then threw the beast over her shoulder and into the flames to join its master.

“Yes” the Doctor said enthusiastically. “Just hold on for a little longer Elena.”

The rest of the villagers seized the opportunity and jumped the Goblin guards after they had all been thrown across the room by the Hydra. However the villagers were no match for the monsters. Only Yarox was able to put up a decent fight. Elena jumped straight onto two of the beasts from behind and ripped the wires from the back of their heads before they could get back up.

The rest of the Goblins then turned their attention to Elena. She was able to dodge the Demons blasts from their hands, though she wasn’t able to attack the monsters either. Whilst they were distracted, Yarox grabbed the arm of one of the two Goblins that Elena had killed and was able to fire it at three more Goblins knocking them to the ground. When they turned to face him Elena jumped two more and ripped the wires from the back of their heads, whilst Yarox blasted two more.

Unfortunately before Elena and Yarox could celebrate their victory, several more Goblins came pouring into the room.

“There must be something I can do.” The Doctor said as he frantically tried to work the controls.

Just then the Time Lord heard a thumping on the door. Several more of the Goblins had arrived back at the TARDIS. The Doctor had tried to block the two doors with various bits and pieces of furniture from the lower rooms that he had managed to drag up stairs in the short space of time. (He hated being away from the scanner for even a second.)

The Doctors clumsy barricade however didn’t do much to hold the Goblins back and he ran to the doors to try and push the Goblins back. All he needed was a few more minutes.

The Goblins however pushed the Doctor away and soon tore through the furniture.

“You have lost Time Lord.” The monsters said as they fired at the console.

“No stop you’ll rip us apart.” The Doctor screamed, but it was too late.

The Goblins blast caused black smoke to erupt from the console, flooding the entire room, as lightening bolts began to fire everywhere.

To Be Continued

Doctor Who Vs Scratchman: Part 5

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                                     Based on a story by Tom Baker and Ian Marter

 

“What, what’s going on” The Doctor said as he was jolted awake.

“Its okay, it’s okay Doctor, well it isn’t, but at least we’re not dead.” Elena said as she helped the Time Lord up.

“I remember there was a giant dragon and it ate me, and you and Yarox too. Well obviously that can’t be right, so I must have dreamed it. Tell me then where are we?”

“We’re in the beasts stomach Doctor.” Elena replied.

The Doctor looked up and saw that the roof appeared to be made of flesh and was even pulsating. The walls and the floor meanwhile were all cold and hard metal. Clearly the Dragon that had devoured them was a cyborg that had been turned in a vessel of some kind, or more likely a war ship.

All around the Doctor could see the villagers huddled together in fear, whilst Yarox stayed closer to Elena. Yarox clearly felt safer with Elena than anyone else there, even the Doctor. The Doctor wasn’t surprised. On his first adventure I did get him eaten after all, though perhaps there was more to it than that, the Doctor thought to himself.

Before the Doctor could even attempt to figure out what was going on, the two doors behind him opened and a hideous, robed creature emerged.

The monster’s robes bright red, whilst its head was squat and green. It had no nose, just a snout, whilst its mouth was filled with small, pointy teeth. Its eyes meanwhile were bright red and set deep into its skull, whilst two tiny bat like ears protuded from either side of its head. Its cape was long and red, and though the Doctor couldn’t see it yet, there was a strange black symbol on the back of the monsters cloak. The alien appeared to be part creature, part machine, just like the Dragon they were trapped in. Its arms were competely mechanical, and its entire squat chest was also covered in gold metal, whilst large wires emerged from the top of its head, right down the back of its neck, much like hair would on a person. The entire creature was short. It stood no higher than 5 feet tall.

“We have your TARDIS, Doctor. You will accompany me now.”

Elena and Yarox both stood by the Doctor.

“What do you want with him.” Elena said defiantly.

“That is of no interest to you. You are all simply pawns for the Master. Try to get in his way and.” The creature shot an energy beam at Elena, bringing her to her knees in pain.

“Stop it, please” The Doctor begged the creature, who quickly released Elena.

“I’ll do much worse if you don’t help the Master.”

“Okay, okay.” The Doctor said begrudgingly. “Just so you know though, I don’t have the best track record with people called the Master.” The Doctor said as he left the room with his strange captor.

“The Time Lord’s vessel is in our custody sir.”

“Brilliant.” The Inquistore interrupted. “Now we can finally begin the sacrifice.”

“The sacrifice is not essential.” The section leader snapped back. “The Master simply thinks that it will help speed things along.”

“All the excuse I need.” The Inquistore said with glee.

“You never need any excuse.” The leader said with disgust.

The section leader was the oldest of all the strange creatures there. He remembered when their world was actually a beautiful planet, and their race a proud one. Long before he came, the abomination that the others now so willingly call Master. The section leader could hardly judge his underlings however, as much as they may have disgusted him. They had been born under the Masters rule. They had all been conditioned to be his warriors, creatures of hate who would kill for him without a seconds hesitation. It was the only reason his species had been allowed to exist. In all his own hundreds of thousands of years of existence however the Leader had never dared even lift a finger against the Master. He was happy to condemn thousands, millions if need be to the Demons pit if it meant he didn’t end up there. It wasn’t fair, he knew that and hated himself for it, but ultimately he didn’t have the strength to make the sacrifice that others had against Scratchman.

The Doctor was brought to the control room, which was also a weird combination of flesh on the roof with steel floors and walls. At the end of the room, several of the strange creatures gathered around a monitor, which contained images of the island from above. The Doctor could see several of the Scarecrow’s now wandering aimlessly in the woods below.

The commander of the Goblins, who was somewhat larger and had a long, gold cape to represent his rank approached the Doctor.

“I don’t understand why the Master cares so much about you? You look like one of those animals we have caged below?”

“Well.” The Doctor said modestly. “Appearances can be deceiving my good sir. For instance you look like an eldritch abomination, but I’m sure you’re actually a lovely person.”

The alien commander walked towards the monitor where it brought up an image of the Doctors Tardis, contained in what looked a large stomach. It was obvious to the Doctor where they were.

“Ah yes I’ve heard you’ve wanted my vessel. To bring someone who claims to be the Devil or something into our world.”

“You mean the Master? Yes the primitives of this world believe him to be a figure from their mythology, but the truth is far worse.”

“What is he?” The Doctor asked out of as much interest as fear.

“Even we don’t know exactly, but he is a creature from another universe. He devours each universe he visits. He feeds on negative emotions such as fear, hatred, and suffering. Whenever he visits a universe he tends to work in the shadows at first, playing us against each other, starting wars, until he is strong enough to not only take over, but reshape it in his own image.”

“Our reality is what these primitives would call hell.” The alien said with contempt. “The natural laws no longer apply. He can bend them anyway he wants, condemn any torture he wishes on us. Once he had finished with us he intended to move on as always, but this time he was imprisoned.”

“By who?”

“Creatures from many universes. After the great powers of our reality fell and our universe began to bend itself to his will, the final resistance travelled to other universes, and met with their great powers, the empires, the federation of planets, and managed to gather them together against the threat of Scratchman. Unfortunately the great powers weren’t able to destroy Scratchman either. Rather than lose billions of people fighting against the Demon, the great powers decided to place a barrier around our universe. They sealed us in with the beast. As far as they were concerned our universe was past saving and maybe it was. For an incalculable time Scratchman took his frustrations out on us to a greater extent than he had any of the universes he had conquered before. Our reality became the worst of all the hells he had created. Then a few centuries ago he discovered a tiny tear in the barrier. It led to one, seemingly insignificant planet.”

“This world.”

“Exactly. Scratchman wasn’t able to enter this world, but he was able to project his thoughts into it. Enter the minds of men, influence them throughout the planets history. He was also able to draw the minds of several earth people into his universe after they had died.”

“How many.” The Doctor asked in horror.

“Only a very few at a time, though over the centuries possibly millions have come to us, which in turn led to myths about hell or similar places appearing around in every culture in this world. The Master was even able to send some of us into your world, through the tears in reality. As time went on the tears became bigger, but not big enough for Scratchman himself to escape. Worse the more he tore at our reality, the less he was able to use it as a food source. Even Scratchman was beginning to give up hope until he saw your machine.”

“I don’t think I like where this is going.”

“Yes the master has been observing your visits to this world for quite a while Doctor. Your vessel, run down and obsolete as it may be, is still a relic of arguably the most advanced race in your universe. The power it contains will be able to widen the gaps just enough for Scratchman to enter this world. Then your universe will become like ours. Just think of what the Master will do with your race, Time Lord.”

“It will never happen.” The Doctor said proudly.  “Why do you serve that monster? There must be some part of you that still remembers what it was like think for yourself.” The Doctor said in desperation.

“Before Scratchman came to our universe we were conquerors. We had an empire spanning hundreds of galaxies. Now thanks to Scratchman we shall conquer universes. Scratchman chose us to be his most loyal foot soldiers. He believed that out of all the life forms in the universe we were the strongest.”

“Or maybe he knew you were the weakest and would be most likely to bend the knee.” The Doctor hit back.

The Goblin grabbed the Doctor by the scruff of his frock coat and held him up for a few moments before dropping him.

“Take him to the vessel. He can help us divert its power to the tears. I don’t have to tell you what will happen to those animals below who you seem so desperate to protect if you disobey us.”

“I take it back.” The Doctor said. “You’re clearly not a very nice person.”

Little did the Doctor know the Goblin was lying to him. All of the villagers and Elena and Yarox had been brought to the lower section of the Goblins stomach, just below where the Tardis was kept.

The Inquistore couldn’t wait to have his fun with the prisoners. Even though the section leader had strictly forbidden him from sacrificing any of the prisoners before the time was right, the Inquistore went ahead anyway as he often did.

“Why have you brought us here?” Elena said a she stood in front of the others.

“What a strange creature.” The Inquistore said at the sight of Elena.

“I like its large eye. I’ll keep the eye after I’m done with it.”

Elena went to attack the the Inquistore, but it blasted her with its gauntlets. Elena however fought through the pain and actually managed to grab the Inquistore, who was more impressed than anything else. Ultimately however the pain was too overwhelming and the Goblin quickly overpowered her.

“Perhaps the Master will have use for you after all. The rest of you meanwhile, you are here to help his ascension.”

A large ball of fire began to appear in the middle of the room.

“What is that.” One of the villagers cried out in fear.

“A little piece of home.”

The Goblins led the Doctor across a large walkway. 50 or so feet below, the Time Lord could see the TARDIS.

“It must be hard for you two Demons from hell not to have to kill me.” The Doctor said.

“It is.” One of the Demons answered back. “We’ve helped to break so many who looked like you when their minds come to our domain.”

“Yes but you need me. You need me to help rewire my own ship to bring your vile Master into this world, so there’s only one thing I can do” The Doctor said as he quickly jumped over the railing of the walkway. One of the Goblins reached out to grab him, but the Doctor who held onto the railings with grabbed onto the Goblin as it reached for him, and pulled it over the railing. The Doctor then hurled himself over the railing into the other Goblin as it came nearer.

“I’m a lot more spry than I look.” The Doctor said as he tried to subdue the Goblin with a bit of Venusian karate. The creature however proved to be immune and pushed the Doctor back before firing its energy beam back. The Doctor however quickly ducked and rammed into the Goblin to try and push it over the edge. The monster however quickly overpowered the Time Lord, and in desperation the Doctor ripped the wires from the back of the Goblins head. The creature staggered back in pain before collapsing dead.

The Doctor stared at its lifeless corpse as well as that of the Goblin below for a few seconds. He hated having to do this, but the monsters had left him no choice.

The Doctor quickly ran to the end of the walkway and down the stairs to where the TARDIS was.

“Oh old girl I honestly though I wasn’t going to see you again.” The Doctor said with affection as he reached for the key.

“Don’t worry. I won’t let them.” Suddenly the Goblin the Doctor had pulled over the edge of the walkway reached up and grabbed him. It was still alive and strong enough to crush the life out of the Doctor.

To Be Continued

Doctor Who Vs Scratchman: Part 4

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                            Based on a story by Tom Baker and Ian Marter

(Sorry for the delays. Its been a hectic couple of weeks and I have been very ill. Hopefully things will return to normal soon.)

The earth began to shake violently as the leader of the Scarecrow’s dragged the boy back to the open grave. The more the boy kicked and screamed the more the earth began to shake.

The Doctors Scarecrow meanwhile was able to use the earthquake to its advantage. The shaking earth caused all of the monsters to become unsteady on their feet, and the Doctors Scarecrow, seizing its chance, pushed itself backwards into the other Demons who were restraining him, knocking them all down. The Doctors Scarecrow then quickly jumped up and attacked the Demon that was restraining Yarox. Whilst the two undead creatures fought Yarox tried to rouse the Doctor.

“Please why are you dong this.” The boy whimpered, as the Scarecrow brought him to very edge of the grave.

“Misery loves company son. You will all suffer as we have .”

The boy in desperation tried to fight the Scarcrow, delivering a series of punches to the monsters face, and the Scarecrow responded by biting the boys hand with its flaming teeth.

The boy had never felt pain like it in his life. His screams echoed throughout almost the entire island. He almost fainted from the pain several times, but each time he almost blacked out the Scarecrow would bite just a bit harder to waken him up.

The boy was soon freed from his torment by the Doctor who, having been awoken by Yarox, struck the Scarecrow from behind with the very shovel one of the monsters had used to dig the grave for the boy.

The Doctor’s blow knocked the leader head first into the grave. Yarox then tended to the boy, whilst the Doctor used the shovel to fight off more of the Scarecrow’s that began to swarm them. With a quick strike to the face the Doctor managed to knock one of the Scarecrow’s backwards into another, but when he tried to strick another of the Demons in the chest however, it grabbed the shovel. Before the Scarecrow could pull it out of the Time Lord’s hands, the Doctor triped the Scarecrow up and then whacked the two monsters behind in the legs with the shovel knocking them down.

The boy meanwhile could barely stand he was so weak. His wound had been instantly cauterised by the Scarecrow’s flaming teeth and the pain and shock were beginning to knock him out. Yarox hoisted the boy over his shoulder and ran back through the church to where he assumed the TARDIS was still waiting for them, with the Doctor and his Scarecrow behind. The Doctor was mindful not to slip on the blood stained floors, whilst the boy was almost sick at the gruesome sights around him.

Once they reached the outside of the Church however, the Doctor and Yarox saw to their horror that the TARDIS was gone.

“It can’t be”. The Doctor said in shock. “Elena wouldn’t… That thing whatever it is, must have control of the TARDIS. I’m sorry my boy, but it looks like.”

The doors to the church suddenly burst open, with dozens of Scarecrows emerging, screaming in rage.

“BRING ME THE BOY, HIS BLOOD MUST FLOW!” The leader shouted.

The Doctor, Yarox and his Scarecrow quickly fled to outside the large gates to the church. The Doctor then placed his shovel in betwe-en the handles, temporarily locking the Scarecrow’s in.

The Doctor, his Scarecrow, and Yarox quickly fled to behind a nearby building. The horde of Scarecrow’s ran right past the two time travellers and their companions. The Demons were so consumed with blood lust that they ran almost blindly with rage through the ruins of the once happy town.

“Well looks like we’re not going anywhere soon” The Doctor said as he tended to the boy. The boy had passed out by this stage, but fortunately his wound wasn’t bleeding as the flesh had been burnt to a crisp. For all the Doctor knew however it could have been infected with an alien virus. There was nothing the Doctor could do for the boy unless he got back to the TARDIS.

“While we wait you can tell us just what is going here.” The Doctor said to his Scarecrow.

“Who is this Scratchman? Where is he from?”

“You know who he is. He is the fallen Angel, the father of lies, the Devil.”

“There is no such thing.” The Doctor said, though he sounded somewhat more unsure of himself than before. The Time Lord still didn’t believe that whatever they were dealing with was really the Devil, but it terrified him nonetheless now that his TARDIS was gone.

“You want to believe that, the same way others want to believe that they can escape him by worshipping a false god. The truth is it doesn’t matter if we kill you now. You’ll end up in his domain one way or another.”

“What do you mean.”

“Scratchman is the true creator. There is no God.” The Scarecrow said.

“Oh dear you mean all this time, I’ve just been dealing with another alien with a god complex.” The Doctor joked.

“Stupid little man. You have no idea of the agonies that await you in the pit”. The Scarecrow sneered. “Scratchman gave you all life, and with it false hope. The universe is a horrible, unforgiving place. Across the galaxies it is the norm for life forms to war with each other. From the most advanced species to simple beasts. They all slaughter each other for the most trivial reasons. Many creatures must kill others simply to survive, whilst those who dominate do so through violence and intimidation. Would a benovelent god create a universe like that?” It continued.

“Love, compassion, and the illusion of free will delude us into thinking we have a chance to escape the darkness we’re trapped in, but we don’t. They are all just part of his sick game.”

“Do you know who I was in life?” The Scarecrow continued as it pulled its mask off, revealing its hideous burnt face, charred beyond all recognition.

“I was a flower girl named Clarrisa. I was killed in an accident when I fell off a roof I was working on. I was only 19. I never put a foot wrong in my short time on this earth. I attended church every Sunday, I looked after my mother when she was ill, I worked hard to help support the rest of my family after my fathers passing. So you can imagine my surprise when I died and found myself surrounded by Demons and fire! I What was I being punished for, I asked myself every day through the endless torture.  It was only after I’d lost all hope that Scratchman, or the Devil, or Lucifer whatever you may wish to call him told me the truth.

He’d not only created us, but spread the lie that there was a god who triumphed over him, who cared about us, and who was watching out for us. It allowed him to torture us in life, and even in death all the while deluding us into thinking we could escape.”

“Almost all of the monsters out there you cower from, were once ordinary, decent people. The leader of the Scarecrow’s so intent on murdering the boy? That was his father in life. He did love his son once, but now Scratchman has taken that illusion from him, as he will one day for you.”

The Doctor tried not to show any fear to the Scarecrow, whilst Yarox barely understood a word of what the creature was saying. Thankfully the boy was still unconscious and hadn’t heard the awful truth about his father. Clearly whatever this Scratchman creature was it had the power to drain minds into its domain from the earth, and possibly all of human history.

“How many people have I known, or saved on this planet have ended up in the monsters clutches” The Doctor thought to himself.

“Why does this Scratchman creature want my TARDIS? What are these blood rituals for?”

The Scarecrow smiled with its flaming teeth.

“He knows who you are. You’ve helped send more than a few souls to him Doctor. He’s been watching your visits to this world throughout its history. He needs your ship to shatter the barriers between realities. He’s been breaking them down slowly for a while, but the power from your ship’s core will be enough to break the final barriers. The blood sacrifices are designed to create mini portals to allow Scratchman’s more powerful minions through. None of them are big enough to allow the master to enter this world, but some of his vilest minions will already be here, though you disrupted the latest ritual. Had the Scarecrow’s slaughtered him you would have released the Kraken, ruler of the lake of fire. For now however he must wait on the other side.”

“How do these rituals bring these creatures into the world? I don’t believe in black magic I’m afraid so you’ll have to give me a proper explanation.”

“The master feeds on fear and misery. Through the tiny holes there are in reality, we feed the pain and suffering of the victims to our lord, which allows him to send more of us through. This is all a test for us Doctor. The Master has grown bored of this reality and wants to tear it down. We are only here to pass a test. If we bring him through then he will allow us to help build his new reality. If not then we shall return to the pit and he shall destroy this world anyway.”

“Yes well,” the Doctor said as he clutched his lapels. “I’m sorry for what that monster did to you young lady. To all of you, but whatever this creature is, it is not the creator. I’ve encountered a few psychic parasites that feed off of emotions in my time. It explains how the creature is able to manipulate human consciousness, but we can’t let its cheap tricks scare us my boy.” The Doctor said to Yarox.

“That’s what it wants. The more scared we are, the stronger it gets. We have to be strong, though I admit that’s easier said than done right now without the TARDIS.”

“I still don’t understand what’s going on Doctor.” Yarox said.

“The idea of life after death is something that we never even considered where I came from. We always viewed our own lives as expendible. How can it be possible for all those who have died throughout history to still be alive somewhere?”

“Well my boy no one really knows what awaits us on the other side,  or if there even is one. I’ve cheated death 9 times and I’m still no closer to finding out about the after life than a new born baby, but I do know that the greatest mysteries of life are not going to be answered by an overgrown parasite, and the poor souls its entrapped…. Now, we need to find the other sacrifical sites. We can’t let any more of these monsters enter our world.”

Suddenly the Doctor was interrupted by a loud screeching noise. As the Time Lord looked up he saw a gigantic, snake like head emerging from the middle of the road. It was so massive that it destroyed several buildings nearby, before sinking back under the earth.

“What was that creature.” The Doctor said.

“It was the Hydra. One of the most powerful beasts of the Underworld. You can’t hope to stand against it. It will devour you all.”

“What happened?” Stanley asked.

“Just as those tentacles were about to engulf us they vanished? The ground itself sealed back up?”

“I don’t know. I wouldn’t assume its over just yet though. It may just be playing with us?”  Elena said as she treaded slowly through the ruins of the village, with the survivors slowly following her.

“Stop.” Stanley shouted.

“There’s something up ahead.” They could all hear the faint sound of screaming in the distance which quickly grew louder and louder.

“Its the Scarecrow’s.” Elena said. “We have to run now.” All of the villagers knew that there was no hope of fighting the monsters off themselves. The TARDIS was the only even remotely safe place.

The Scarecrow’s quickly spotted the fleeing villagers and pursued them relentlessly. The villagers had a good head start on the monsters, but in the frantic attempt to escape, one of the villagers, a young woman tripped and fell. None of the others noticed she was gone until it was too later. It was her brother who suddenly noticed she wasn’t with them. He turned, only to see several Scarecrow’s descend on her. The brother screamed and tried to run back to her, and Elena who noticed his screams ran back to try and help the boy.

Unfortunately the Scarecrows, were able to quickly pounce on him., before Elena could do anything, but as she tried to run back, one of the Scarecrow’s jumped towards Elena and grabbed the mutant in it’s metal claws.

Elena struggled to pull free and managed to land a kick straight in the Scarecrow’s chest, but several more of the monsters soon swarmed her. As she still tried in vain to fight them off, suddenly the earth began to shake again, and in the distance Elena could see the mighty head of the Hydra emerge from under the ruins of several buildings. The snake creature rose to its full size out of the ground, hundreds of feet into the sky, screeching and hissing. All of the villagers, who the beast had emerged right in front of stopped in terror. The Scarecrows meanwhile got on their knees and bowed to the monster. Elena herself also stood completely in shock at the sight of the beast. Even in the 31st century, she had never seen such a fearsome creature.

The Hydra’s head started to split into multiple heads until there were at least 30. Despite its tremendous size the monster moved at a lightening speed and started to pick the villagers off. They were so small to the beast that Elena wondered how it could even see them, and with just one bite the monster was able to consume several villagers at once. In less than a minute the Hydra had devoured all of the villagers. Elena quickly ran past the bowing Scarecrow’s, but as she ran she saw that the monsters had slashed the brother and sister she had tried to save to death.

“I hope there is a hell for you all.” Elena thought to herself.

As Elena looked back she saw one of the Hydra heads swallow the TARDIS whole. It was enough to briefly stop Elena in her tracks, but that was soon to be the least of her troubles. The Hydra somehow was able to spot her from the distance. She could tell its tiny cruel little eyes, set deep into its many heads were fixated on her and the monster soon started to crawl over the ruins of the village after her.

The Doctor, Yarox (who was still holding the boy over his shoulder) and the Scarecrow had spotted the Hydra from a distance. The Doctor had also witnessed his beloved TARDIS being devoured, along with the villagers.

“Horrible, horrible” He said to Yarox. “We can only hope Elena wasn’t in the ship. That abomination it looks like chasing someone my boy” The Doctor continued. “Its definitely focused on something.”

“What can we do against that thing.”

“I don’t know, but we can’t just leave whoever its pursuing. Come on.”

“You cannot escape the Hydra” The Doctors Scarecrow said as it was forced to follow thim on this suicide mission.

The monster quickly cornered Elena against the ruins of an old house. She had run as fast as she could, but the monsters giant size meant that it had caught up to her in a matter of seconds.

Its centre head moved slowly towards Elena, wanting to savour every moment of her terror. The Doctor, Yarox and the Scarecrow arrived just in time to see the Hyrda consume Elena in one bite.

The Doctor shouted out her name in despair. He normally even under the direst circumstances would keep his cool, but the horror of what he had just seen was too great even for the Time Lord.

The Hyrda’s heads instantly turned to the Doctor and his companion. There was no way either of them could escape now as the heads surrounded them from all sides. The heads didn’t move for a few minutes. They just stared at their prey intently.

“Doctor, Doctor, please say something.” Yarox said whilst trembling.

“Don’t give it the satisfaction Yarox, don’t give it the satisfaction.” The Doctor said whilst trying to keep his cool.

With a mighty roar the centre head of the Hyrda open its jaws and consumed the Doctor, Yarox and the boy. The Scarecrow’s apart from the Doctors all let out a cheer.

“The Master shall walk the earth again.” They cheered.

To Be Continued