The Girl of Time (Doctor Who Fan-fiction)

Chapter 25

Hello!
It's good to see you! So...The Girl of Time officially has over one thousand reads, and way over one hundred votes. Thank you so much! I mean...seriously...what are you all doing here? I never expected this book to get so much attention, so thank you. I also appreciate your comments, every single one of them. They all make my day. So yeah, thanks. As always, enjoy!

-Izzy

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It's too dark. I know it is.

It shouldn't be like this.

I should be there by now...wherever "there" is, yet all I see is darkness. There is nothing, no matter where I look. It's nothingness, as far as I can see.

Am I dead? I died, didn't I? This doesn't look like heaven, though. Maybe I have a chance.

Either way, the Doctor better watch his back.

Woah. Where's that light coming from? It's blinding! Alright, if I'm not dead now, I know I will be soon.

What do I do? This light is not at all inviting. It's getting closer, what happens when it gets to me? I can't move, so...let's see what happens.

It's very close now, if I could move, I could touch it. But I don't want to.

Is this the end?

I hope not.

The light surrounds me and I'm swallowed into it's blinding light.

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"Peter, we got another one," a male voice says. Okay, so I'm not dead. Unconscious, but not dead.

I slowly open one eye, but then quickly close it again. Wherever I am, there is so much bright white light it should be illegal. I try opening my eyes again, and I manage to keep them open, despite the bright light burning into my head. A dark figure stands over me, glaring down at me.

"Get up," the man says, nudging me with the toe of his leather boot. Groaning, I roll over and somehow mange to get into a sitting position. How long have I been here? I slowly jump onto the balls of my feet, and I slowly stand up, trying to get a good look at this guy.

He is huge. He's at least two feet taller than me. Yes, I'm short, but still. He's not just tall, he's so bulky, if I tried to make a run for it (which I won't), he could easily stop me. He's like an animated wall.

"Come with me," he grunts, walking to a giant white door. Everything's white here. It's worse than a hospital. I slowly limp behind him, and I notice the outline of a large gun strapped over his shoulder. Ooh, now I really don't like him.

I follow him through several doors and hallways, and he eventually leads me to a bench that's once again, white.

"Wait here, the boss'll want a chat with you," he says, turning to leave, "And don't bother tryin' to leave. There's enough security in this building you'll barely be able to make it down the hall before being shot on the spot!" He laughs.

"Has that happened before?" I ask.

"Oh, I think you'll find that we are the ones who ask the questions here," he says, leaving. Humph, he never answered my question. Well, if they expect for me to play along with all this, their protocols are going to have to change. I will get my answers.

So what do I do now? Sit here, waiting for my fate? And where's the Doctor? He should be here by now. I don't like flying solo on something this dangerous.

I'm bored, can this person come and question me so I can move on? I've spent enough of my life thinking and waiting.

Where do all these doors lead? How big is this place? While we're on the topic, where is this place? What's this place for? Well, besides for kidnapping children.