Remembering the Forgotten [2] (The Parallel Series) ✓

The Lazarus Experiment - Three

Just because I feel like being extra nice.

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Martha watched the Doctor and Stone ran off, she then went to follow the Time Lords, her mother grabbed her arm in protest shaking her head at her daughter. "Leave them." Martha sadly shook her head at her mother, ripped her hand away again and ran off.

They ran to the ambulance and sighed seeing the back of the ambulance was open with all of the people inside with no skin and only dark bones. "Lazarus, back from the dead. Should have known, really." He muttered tightening his grip on the Time Lady's hand as she did the same to him.

The Doctor then gently let go taking out of sonic screwdriver and began to scan around him and the brunette. Martha and Tish then ran up beside them.
"Where's he gone?" Martha asked. The Doctor then stopped in front of the Cathedral.

"That way." He said.

"The church." Rita breathed.

"Cathedral." Tish corrected her. "It's Southwark Cathedral. He told me."

The Doctor walked first Rita right behind him with Martha and Tish behind her. They cautiously walked in the Doctor still scanning the area.

"Do you think he's in here?" Martha quietly asked the Doctor.

"Where would you go if you were looking for sanctuary?" He questioned. She didn't reply but continued to walk then noticed the shivering Lazarus wrapped in a red blanket behind the altar.

"I came here before, a lifetime ago. I thought I was going to die then. In fact, I was sure of it. I sat here, just a child, the sound of planes and bombs outside." He said hearing them walk up. Rita stood by Martha and Tish as the Doctor stepped forward his face blank staring down at Lazarus.

"The Blitz." The Doctor said.

"You've read about it." Lazarus looked up at him.

"He was there." Rita said causing Lazarus to look at her.

"He's too young."

"So are you." The Doctor replied coldly. Lazarus then started to laugh which then turned to cries of pain as his body began to painfully crack.

He breathed deeply after the moment of pain sweat now on his forehead. "In the morning, the fires had died, and I was still alive. I swore I'd never face death like that again. So defenceless. I would arm myself, fight back, defeat it."

"That's what you were trying to do today?" The Doctor coldly asked.

"That's what I did today." He corrected him.

"And what about all of the people who died, the people you killed, the lives you ruined? What about them?" Rita gritted her teeth going to lunge at him. Martha and Tish grabbed hold of her arms keeping the furious Time Lady back.

"They were nothing. I changed the course of history."

"Any of them might have done too." The Doctor hissed. You think history's only made with equations? Facing death is part of being human. You can't change that."

"No, Doctor. Avoiding death, that's being human. It's our strongest impulse, to cling to life with every fibre of being. I'm only doing what everyone before me has tried to do. I've simply been more successful." He smirked then cried out in pain again his body jolting as his bones cracked, his body changing. Into the monster.

"Look at yourself!" The Doctor shouted. "You're mutating! You've no control over it. You call that a success?"

Lazarus looked at him now shaking more than before. "I call it progress. I'm more now that I was. More than just an ordinary human."