Doctor Who: Skinwalkers

Part 5 (Finale)

"Back! Get Back!" The Doctor barked up at the hideous creature, its eyes were empty pits of misery.

"How dare you speak to my Master like that!" Nimona shrieked. Her eyes flashed a bright yellow as she snarled, "Stupid wendigos, useless fleshsacks...."

"They were once innocent people, but you stole their lives away to satiate your love desire of killing...."

"And bring in some extra food." Nimona smiled wickedly. Larn whimpered.

The mists were suddenly alight with orbs of various sizes and colors. "Of course!" The Doctor exclaimed.

"This is a dimension crossroad!" Nimona stared at him blankly as Larn stepped in. "You mean, a place where several dimensional doorways are opened in the same location?"

"Yes, correct, darling. When Nimona discovered that she was living near these crossroads, she must have come to the conclusion that one of her "rituals" summoned her so called "Master".

"Lies!" Nimona spat. "The Dark Spirit is the one true creator of all things! The other beings you see are the other spirits who serve him, they give me guidance in all I do...." Fangs protruded from her mouth as she began to grow taller.

"D-Dad...." Larn gasped as The Doctor stepped in front Larn protectively as Nimona's form began to twist and distort.

"She's changing again...." Larn whispering, her voice tight with fear.

The Dark Spirit seemed to find the whole display quite boring, so he simply turned to the shrine and began to feast on the bowl of bull innards that Nimona had left for it, chewing loudly as Nimona shifted into a grotesque canine like creature.

"Stay back Nimona! I don't want to fight you!" The Doctor said.

"But I want to fight you!" Before the Doctor could react, Nimona struck the Doctor on the side of his face, knocking him on his side. She grabbed Larn by the throat, lifted her off the throat. "It's time my dear..."

"No! Let go! Dad! Help!" Larn thrashed and screamed and she somehow wriggled free. She tried to crawl away, straight to her Dad...

The Doctor glanced up and saw Larn crawling towards him, she was making painfully slow progress thanks to her hands and ankles being bound....

The Doctor's hearts stopped when he saw Nimona raise a clawed hand...

"LARN!" The Doctor cried. Larn turned right as the jagged claws came down.....

Larn's scream seemed to shake the entire ranch. She was lying ominously still on the dry ground, blood turning the grass red.

"L-Larn...." The Doctor's voice cracked as tears stung his eyes.

"She still lives, I would have preferred to leave her body whole for my Master, but oh well, it'll be an easy fix." Nimona's ugly pink muzzle twisted into a cruel smile as she turned back to the creature at her shrine. "Oh goody, he's almost finished his meal. Now I must prep the body..."

"DON'T TOUCH HER!" The Doctor cried as he shot to his feet, scooping his daughter's limp form into his arms. "If you want her, you'll have to go through me!" He was still brandishing Larn's sonic, the image of the four ragged claw marks in his daughter's back dancing in his mind.

"That can be arranged." Nimona snarled as she shifted into a crouching postion. She was going to pounce.

Right when Nimona pounced, a figure attacked her from the side, ramming her right into the bonfire. The misty night air was filled with ear piercing screams of agony, the floating orbs now flying in erratic motions. The Doctor forced himself not to flinch when the figure turned to face him, it was the creature that Nimona dedicated herself too. The creature stared at the too small figures sitting on the dry grass, it was staring at them curiously.