Part 03 - Chapter 09 - Subterfuge
After Rose and Jack were removed the Essarrian General smiled as he called in his second.
"So is everything ready for our guest?" He asked the word guest practically dripping sarcasm.
"Almost, sir."
"In the mean time administer the tranquilizer I want him unconscious and for this to work he will need to be certain he is has out for at least three hours."
"Yes sir." he replied saluting and moving to the still twitching form of the unconscious Time Lord to administer yet another drug.
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The first thing he is aware of is how badly he hurts. Everything seems to be moving and he just can’t seem to focus to get his equilibrium back. The next thing he is aware of is the scent of blood. This makes his brain scramble and it is only the immense sense of terror that is forming its way to a scream that allows him to force his eyes open. He immediately wishes he hadn’t as everything spins making him want to heave, but what he can make out before dizziness forces him to close his eyes makes his skin crawl and sends his hearts racing into overdrive. There had been two bodies and lots and lots of blood. Everything seems muddled but and he can’t seem to hang onto what had happened. He remembers screaming; his raw throat corroborates that memory as he tries to swallow down the bile that has rose from his brief glimpse of the room. Wracking his brain trying to get things to make sense and all he is getting was scraps; small flashes of images. Bracing himself against the nausea he forces his eyes open again.
“Nooooo!” he howls when he takes in the scene surrounding him and all his memories come crashing back into place. The horror is overwhelming as he surveys the room and the two bodies that share it with him. One is his Rose twisted and broken in ways that made it abundantly clear there was only the smallest hope for her being alive. The other is Jack and if anything his body shows worse signs of damage looking like he has been ripped apart by a wild animal. He tries to move to Rose but is forced for a moment to pause panting as his body doesn’t want to respond to stand so he crawls as quickly as his uncoordinated limbs will allow, not consciously aware of the constant repetitions of the word no he is uttering as he is trying to deny what his eyes are telling him. His worst terror upon being captured by the Essarrians was that they would some how hurt Rose or Jack. The irony begins to choke him, as from the position of Rose’s body it looked like there wasn't anything they needed to do further to her after he had finished with her. Dragging his uncooperating body to her side he checks for a pulse but knows even as he touches her skin that she had been dead for some time. Even as he checks his body begins to report to his mind dozens of injuries that are consistent with what he would expect would be received by the assailant of someone fighting for their life.
Not being able to be close to her lifeless form, he crawls back away from her to the closest wall and curls in upon himself wishing all the time that he had died before he ever had chance to destroy either of his companions as anger again flares at Verity's actions in saving him. He knows it has to be some sort of cosmic damnation that he had survived Gallifrey for he couldn't think of a worse hell than this. He is not to be allowed his grief untormented though as the Essarrian general come in to gloat kicking him in the side to get his attention.
“You do good work Time Lord." He says as he makes a great show of surveying the broken and blood spattered appearance of the room and its occupants "Couldn’t have done a better job myself at ripping them apart. Did you enjoy yourself? It sure looked like you were having lots of fun.” When he doesn’t respond being too stunned by the nightmarish images the Essarrians words are evoking the being continues, “I didn’t buy that little ruse they put on that you cared more for the male than the female. The way you took down the male in record time made your feelings abundantly clear.” He says as he causally kicks at Jack’s corpse.
“Oh the female did make such delightful noises though as you killed her. Shall I play them for you so you can listen again to her beg for you to stop?” With that the Essarrian signals someone out of sight to begin playing the sounds of Rose speaking in terrified tones.
The Doctor’s whole body goes rigid as he hears Rose’s voice begging him not to hurt her. “Or do you prefer to hear her screams instead?” The sound track shifts to the sound of a woman’s screams. At that he launches himself at the Essarrian unseeing and uncaring how much larger the other being is but with a casual movement the Essarrian avoids the Doctor’s uncoordinated attack slamming his forearm against the Doctor’s side and following up with breaking his right arm with a sickening crunch. As his body screams at the new assaults he just lies there stunned for a long moments. The drugs in his system are still playing havoc and the temporal feedback is causing continuous waves of pain further scrambling his senses and coordination. The sounds of Rose’s screams ringing in his ears sapping his desire to do anything other than curl up and die.
Before he can regroup and reinitiate his assault he is brutally grabbed and dragged over to the table that he had been strapped to before and is secured firmly with virtually no consideration to his broken bones. The only concession that is made to his more fragile physical state is that the table is flipped up to lie flat. As his previous ‘audience’ is no longer in any condition to care about what they may see it no longer serves any value to the Essarrian.
When the general was sure that he had been secured he strolls over to him. Commenting to his guards he states, "Remove the trash on the way out."
Which extracts a strangled "No!" from him as he thinks of how Jackie will never know of her daughter's death and not even have a body to mourn.
"What now Time Lord? Do you really think there is something you can do for them? Their welfare didn’t seem to matter too much to you a bit ago."
The horror of that vision fills his mind and the nausea that he has been experiencing sends him to dry heaves of revulsion with himself at the alien's words.
"I do believe that this will hurt so much more if your senses are a bit sharper and I have to wonder what kind of interesting things 'The Oncoming Storm' might do or say if provided the right stimulation." Watching as his assistant injects him with more of the drugs that had driven him insane earlier.
As the pain starts to increase to new heights he closes his eyes knowing that none of his remaining deaths are going to be easy but it does seem a fitting punishment for his actions for his selfish desire for Rose that has resulted in him brutally murdering her. As the Essarrian begins methodically breaking his bones only stopping occasionally to do a bit of repairs so he can have the pleasure of breaking some of those bones close to nerve clusters multiple times and, of course to keep him alive long enough to do so. As the Essarrian pauses in his entertainment to begin to drain off his blood for sale he knows what he has to do and sets about goading him in the hopes of making him loose his control enough to kill him.
Chapter 10 - Escape
Stories Index
"So is everything ready for our guest?" He asked the word guest practically dripping sarcasm.
"Almost, sir."
"In the mean time administer the tranquilizer I want him unconscious and for this to work he will need to be certain he is has out for at least three hours."
"Yes sir." he replied saluting and moving to the still twitching form of the unconscious Time Lord to administer yet another drug.
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The first thing he is aware of is how badly he hurts. Everything seems to be moving and he just can’t seem to focus to get his equilibrium back. The next thing he is aware of is the scent of blood. This makes his brain scramble and it is only the immense sense of terror that is forming its way to a scream that allows him to force his eyes open. He immediately wishes he hadn’t as everything spins making him want to heave, but what he can make out before dizziness forces him to close his eyes makes his skin crawl and sends his hearts racing into overdrive. There had been two bodies and lots and lots of blood. Everything seems muddled but and he can’t seem to hang onto what had happened. He remembers screaming; his raw throat corroborates that memory as he tries to swallow down the bile that has rose from his brief glimpse of the room. Wracking his brain trying to get things to make sense and all he is getting was scraps; small flashes of images. Bracing himself against the nausea he forces his eyes open again.
“Nooooo!” he howls when he takes in the scene surrounding him and all his memories come crashing back into place. The horror is overwhelming as he surveys the room and the two bodies that share it with him. One is his Rose twisted and broken in ways that made it abundantly clear there was only the smallest hope for her being alive. The other is Jack and if anything his body shows worse signs of damage looking like he has been ripped apart by a wild animal. He tries to move to Rose but is forced for a moment to pause panting as his body doesn’t want to respond to stand so he crawls as quickly as his uncoordinated limbs will allow, not consciously aware of the constant repetitions of the word no he is uttering as he is trying to deny what his eyes are telling him. His worst terror upon being captured by the Essarrians was that they would some how hurt Rose or Jack. The irony begins to choke him, as from the position of Rose’s body it looked like there wasn't anything they needed to do further to her after he had finished with her. Dragging his uncooperating body to her side he checks for a pulse but knows even as he touches her skin that she had been dead for some time. Even as he checks his body begins to report to his mind dozens of injuries that are consistent with what he would expect would be received by the assailant of someone fighting for their life.
Not being able to be close to her lifeless form, he crawls back away from her to the closest wall and curls in upon himself wishing all the time that he had died before he ever had chance to destroy either of his companions as anger again flares at Verity's actions in saving him. He knows it has to be some sort of cosmic damnation that he had survived Gallifrey for he couldn't think of a worse hell than this. He is not to be allowed his grief untormented though as the Essarrian general come in to gloat kicking him in the side to get his attention.
“You do good work Time Lord." He says as he makes a great show of surveying the broken and blood spattered appearance of the room and its occupants "Couldn’t have done a better job myself at ripping them apart. Did you enjoy yourself? It sure looked like you were having lots of fun.” When he doesn’t respond being too stunned by the nightmarish images the Essarrians words are evoking the being continues, “I didn’t buy that little ruse they put on that you cared more for the male than the female. The way you took down the male in record time made your feelings abundantly clear.” He says as he causally kicks at Jack’s corpse.
“Oh the female did make such delightful noises though as you killed her. Shall I play them for you so you can listen again to her beg for you to stop?” With that the Essarrian signals someone out of sight to begin playing the sounds of Rose speaking in terrified tones.
The Doctor’s whole body goes rigid as he hears Rose’s voice begging him not to hurt her. “Or do you prefer to hear her screams instead?” The sound track shifts to the sound of a woman’s screams. At that he launches himself at the Essarrian unseeing and uncaring how much larger the other being is but with a casual movement the Essarrian avoids the Doctor’s uncoordinated attack slamming his forearm against the Doctor’s side and following up with breaking his right arm with a sickening crunch. As his body screams at the new assaults he just lies there stunned for a long moments. The drugs in his system are still playing havoc and the temporal feedback is causing continuous waves of pain further scrambling his senses and coordination. The sounds of Rose’s screams ringing in his ears sapping his desire to do anything other than curl up and die.
Before he can regroup and reinitiate his assault he is brutally grabbed and dragged over to the table that he had been strapped to before and is secured firmly with virtually no consideration to his broken bones. The only concession that is made to his more fragile physical state is that the table is flipped up to lie flat. As his previous ‘audience’ is no longer in any condition to care about what they may see it no longer serves any value to the Essarrian.
When the general was sure that he had been secured he strolls over to him. Commenting to his guards he states, "Remove the trash on the way out."
Which extracts a strangled "No!" from him as he thinks of how Jackie will never know of her daughter's death and not even have a body to mourn.
"What now Time Lord? Do you really think there is something you can do for them? Their welfare didn’t seem to matter too much to you a bit ago."
The horror of that vision fills his mind and the nausea that he has been experiencing sends him to dry heaves of revulsion with himself at the alien's words.
"I do believe that this will hurt so much more if your senses are a bit sharper and I have to wonder what kind of interesting things 'The Oncoming Storm' might do or say if provided the right stimulation." Watching as his assistant injects him with more of the drugs that had driven him insane earlier.
As the pain starts to increase to new heights he closes his eyes knowing that none of his remaining deaths are going to be easy but it does seem a fitting punishment for his actions for his selfish desire for Rose that has resulted in him brutally murdering her. As the Essarrian begins methodically breaking his bones only stopping occasionally to do a bit of repairs so he can have the pleasure of breaking some of those bones close to nerve clusters multiple times and, of course to keep him alive long enough to do so. As the Essarrian pauses in his entertainment to begin to drain off his blood for sale he knows what he has to do and sets about goading him in the hopes of making him loose his control enough to kill him.
Chapter 10 - Escape
Stories Index