Testing: Clara Oswald

Chapter Three

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Chapter Three

My eyes are trained on them, their every movement. They begin to move in a way that resembles dancing, slowly and gracefully. My mind is captivated by its beauty. But, what are they?

After they move into this sort of line the particles start to move towards me, at a steady pace. The Doctor watches from a safe distance as I open my mouth, hopefully to speak. His eyes are wide. "Clara..." He says as the particles fly right into my mouth. I swallow them down quickly. I can't help it.

I watch Clara as she takes in the dust. Her mouth has closed now and she's staring off into space, not particularly at anything. I can't move, even though I want to. I want to help her but I don't know how.

I suppose that the dust has made her up now, filled her up, inhabiting her. To put a right to my belief, a figure appears next to Clara. It is Clara.

My eyes dart back and forth to the two of them. They look exactly the same, except one is walking towards me. "Doctor..." Clara gasps as she grabs hold of the arm of my jacket. I look at her, she looks tired. I pull her into me, embracing her as I keep my eyes on the other Clara, the not Clara. "It's alright, hey, it's okay." I mumble into her hair. I hear her stifle a sob into my chest. Her breaths are short and quick, scared. Like she should be.

I carefully pull away from her, taking her hands in my own. She won't look at me; her eyes are locked to the floor. I raise a hand to her chin, lifting her head so that her stare meets my own. "I promise, everything is fine." I tell her. She shakes her head, stealing a look towards the figure that is a perfect resemblance of herself. "No, it's not." She tells me. My eyes falter to the floor, my head falling with it. I let her hands go and I turn to the figure that is staring at the two of us.

This one is Clara, but not quite. Her eyes are dark, black around the corners and her mouth is turned down in a frown; unlike her copy usually is. The look on her face makes my body shiver. "Hello, what do you want?" I ask her carefully. I try to make my voice strong but it falters slightly, getting quiet at the end. The duplicates eyes lock onto mine. It's as if she's staring into my soul. I take one step back. "Your ship is now under our control." It says manually. My eyes widen.

I would look surprised but I don't have the energy to do so. I stand behind the Doctor, watching me. I don't know what happened exactly, just that I couldn't help it. It was as if someone had done it for me, and now we were here: in a control room that can't actually control.

"What do you mean?" The Doctor asks the figure. "Wait, who's 'our'?" He fixes his question to better suit his liking. My eyes fall to his hands which are clenched into fists. He's holding himself back, but why? Nothing ever comes between him and his TARDIS.

"Your ship is now under my control." The other Clara repeats her sentence differently. The Doctors face scrunches up into a ball of hate. "No, it's not." He says clearly.

He turns away from the duplicate and walks over to the console. He stretches his fingers out over the many buttons, pushing them as he goes. He looks as if he's going to take off.

He makes his way to the other side of the console and he stops in front of a lever. His hand hovers over it, uneasy. His eyes flick up to mine quickly. I can't say anything. I know what's going to happen.

He focuses again and he lets his hand grab the lever. He pulls it down quickly. I don't bother to prepare myself for the flight; I know that one isn't coming.

As soon as the lever is down the Doctor gives in. His hand lets go and he turns his heavy body back to face the figure. He takes a deep breath before speaking. "Alright, my ship is under your control. What do you want?" He asks as he lets his breath out.

The figure comes to life, picking up its feet and moving its way around the console. She walks confidently, knowing she has done her job.

I stagger backwards as she comes near me. For one split second I thought she was going to stop in front of me, her cold eyes sent shivers down my spine. But she only so much as looked at me before continuing to move. Her arms are folded as she looks around the place. I would say that she was amazed but there's no light in her eyes, it's as if she's a dead body walking.

I see the Doctor from the corner of my eye. He's stepped out of the figures way, letting her pass as well. His eyes meet mine and he breaths out an answer to a question I hadn't even asked. "Best not." I nod quickly.

The figure looks over her shoulder at the two of us. "What was that?" She asks calmly. My mouth drops open, I can't control it. I feel my eyes widen again. I don't know what to say. "Nothing." The Doctor speaks up for me. Her head moves towards him. She then turns around completely facing both of us. "Okay, now that I have your attention, I might as well explain the game." She tells us. The Doctor scrunches up his eyebrows in confusion. "Game, who said anything about a game? I'm not ready to play a game, I need to prepare." The Doctor spits out. "Well, that's too bad for you." She says coolly.