In The Realms of the Unreal

Chapter 30

As the cultist stared at the group safely asleep under their blankets, he licked his lips with delight. Although they didn't know it, the group were moments away from sleeping forever. He relished the thought. In the Topo cult, members were taught from day one that violence and strength was all that mattered in the world. And if they were going to live up to the reputation of the Son of Topo's father, they'd have to be the most fierce fighters in the whole world.

After contemplating for a couple of seconds, the cultist eventually noticed a curly haired man wearing a scarf sleeping.

"Yes" he thought "He'll be the perfect start"

He then crept up to the man as quickly and quietly as he could muster. Then he raised his knife

"Oh great Topo, bless this killing that I'm about to carry out" he muttered before raising his knife.

A second later, a gunshot blasted through the tent and the cultist collapsed onto the ground.

His partner rushed into the tent to find Blondie staring over the corpse. Immediately realising what had happened, he charged only for Blondie to blast him in the foot causing him to collapse to the ground.

The rest of the group quickly awoke and soon gathered around the two cultists. When they got a look at them, they were taken aback. Both of them were clearly suffering from disfiguring diseases and almost looked like the sort of thing you'd see in a victorian freakshow.

Mcclane, being the blunt type asked "What the fuck is wrong with you guys?"

"We're unwanted pestilence" explained the surviving cultist "The son of Topo has given us a new life and allowed us to wage war on the society that abandoned us"
"So you are with the Topo cult!" Scully explained
"Of course" the cultist rasped "They are the only ones who care for us. They are the only ones that see beyond our deformities"
Blondie nodded "Yeah, but that don't justify killing innocent people and burning their towns to the ground. At the last count, you've destroyed at least 11 villages and murdered thousands"
The cultist spat "They are the enemy! They did nothing but hate and abandon us when we needed them! It's a fitting punishment!"
"Killing innocent women and children?" The Doctor replied raising his voice "You can complain about unjust treatment all you please, but when you start killing innocent people who have nothing to do with your plight, then I'm afraid you've lost the moral highground!"
The cultist said nothing, instead looking at the floor. Then Emma spoke

"So why are the pair of you around here anyway?"
"We were out on a night jaunt" the cultist replied without looking up at her "We were just trying to see if we could find anybody to practise our skills on"
"And I presume you know where the cult are hiding" the Doctor replied "In fact, I daresay that it's not going to be too far from here"

The cultist spat "You know nothing! You're just like the rest of them! A bunch of ignorant fools who think they're morally superior to us! You don't give a shit about what it's like to be the other guy! To be an outcast from society!"
"Actually that's where you're wrong" the Doctor told him "I've been on the run from my own people for the better part of the last few years. Unlike you though, I didn't chose to take it out on the innocent people of the world. Instead I devoted my time to helping the poor and needy and fighting the evils of the world"
The cultist said nothing. The Doctor held out his hand

"So what do you say? Why don't you try and make amends for all the people you've killed and help us in bringing this terrible cult to justice?"

The cultist stared at the Doctor for a few seconds. Then he spat

"Fuck you!"
Before the group could stop him he grabbed his knife and stabbed himself in the abdomen. As the group rushed over, the Doctor lifted up the cultist's head.