Chapter 17:

Augusta's POV

I shivered in the stone cell I was kept in. The clothes I were given were thin and dampened with my warm blood. I don't remember how long I've been here. I heard the door creak open for the second time today, I didn't bother to look up, I already knew it was the man, the Director as he call himself. He was back to hurt me and find out where the Doctor was and how he could get into his TARDIS.

The Doctor. That was a interesting name. What did these 'doctors' do anyway? There was something about this doctor that would make me tear up and my stomach churn tightly. This doctor was messing with my mind but I couldn't bring myself to hate him. I was protecting him, whoever he was...

Who or what ever he was, I wanted to -- no I needed to -- protect him-- them. I needed to protect them... I won't let the--

My thoughts were cut off by the Director slapping me across the face. My head hit the wall painfully, but I didn't say anything. I wasn't able to say anything. I wasn't allowed to say anything. I was barely allowed to think anything.

"If I hear another thought about you protecting that Doctor, I'll kill you myself," he growled, glaring at me. I stared up at him, my eyes dull, lifeless even, but even with that, they held a certain hint of defiance in them. I didn't know who or what this Doctor was, but I knew for sure that if the Director wanted him, then there'd be no way in hell I'd let him have him.

The Director glared at me, "Where is he?!" He roared, grabbing the rim of my shirt. When I said nothing, he threw me back against the wall. I leaned against the wall, my chains rattled loudly from the friction of the blow.

He glared at me and I dully stared back, until finally, he broke it with a smirk. "You know, it's been officially a year since I've captured you, Subject August.23. A year. I have to admit, your resilience is impressive, but this has gone on long enough. Just tell us where his TARDIS is. Anywhere in time and space. Just one place where his TARDIS might be."

When I didn't say, or think, anything, his face grew red with anger and he punched me in the stomach. I sucked my breath in pain, as he grabbed my shoulders, slamming me on the ground and stomping and kicking on my already injured body repeatedly.

After a while, he finally grew tired and stood up, leaving my black, blue, and bloody body on the ground. "You won't be getting fed for the next few weeks," he spat. "Think of it as a one-year anniversary." He turned and silently walked out of the room, his hard shoes clacking against the flooring.

"Have fun eating rats, Monster!" He hissed, slamming the thick metal door shut, leaving me in heavy darkness.

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Doctor's POV

Three days.

Three days, five hours, thirty-eight minutes and fifty four seconds since Augusta had disappeared. He had searched everywhere -- everywhere -- for her, but he couldn't find anything. At all. Not a single trace of her left in the Universe!

How could she had disappeared so easily!? Better yet, how could he have let her disappear so easily!?! He was supposed to protect her! He was supposed to make sure she always felt safe, but now she's gone!

And it was all his fault.

"Doctor?" Rose's voice said from the hall. He turned around to see her standing against the door, staring at him with concern. "You should be getting some sleep."

"I'm a time lord," he said, turning back to the typewriter and desktop on the console. "I don't need sleep."

"Doctor please," Rose sighed, "You can't go on like this. Auggie--"

"Augusta is gone," he interrupted, his voice cold and hard as stone. "And I'm going to find her."

She didn't say anything for a few minutes. Then, he heard her walk over and sit down in the passenger's seat near the console. "Doctor, would Auggie want you to treat yourself like this?" She asked in a soft voice, "She wouldn't want you to stay up like this..."

"How would you know that?" He demanded, not even looking at her.

"Au-Auggie wouldn't want you to stay up for days without eating or sleeping," she continued, her voice cracking with a withheld sob. "She-she would've wanted you to be happy. To t-take care of you-yourself..." He turned around to see tears silently dripping off Rose's face and his anger completely disappeared. "Doctor I'm worried about you... And Auggie would be too."

It didn't take him long to pull her into a hug and let her cry into his shoulder, and he didn't blame her. Augusta was like a sister to her, although she probably didn't know what that was. Rose had grown very attached to her over the one-and-a-half months that she had been with them.

Hell, he had grown attached to her too! He loved her as his own daughter. He would do anything to bring her back, but there was nothing he could do...

"Doctor I miss her," Rose finally said through all her tears.

"I do too," he agreed. "I do too..."

It had been three days. Three days since she had went missing. Three days since he lost another daughter.

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Augusta's POV

My throat was raw from screaming as they pressed the white-hot metal into my hand. They decided that it would be a great idea if they temporarily blocked my powers, like when they did experiments, in order to re-brand my hand, since it hadn't been done in quite a few years, and was fading.

Once they finished, I gasped in pain, more tears escaping my eyes. I looked at my right hand, which was bloody and burned with pain whenever I so much as moved it a centimeter.

"There, now was that so hard, Monster?" The Director asked with smirk on his face. "Put itback in the cell."

One of the soldiers picked my arms up and dragged me back to the cell, chaining me back up and leaving. I cried in pain whenever my bare hand brushed against the cold metals, sending burning hot signals of pain through my body.

Finally, I decided that it would be best just to sleep instead of sitting here in agony. I leaned against the wall and slowly closed my eyes.

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"Auggie!" A female voice shouted cheerily. I looked over to see a blonde haired woman smiling at me. Who-who is this? Why is she looking at me like that? Why is she smiling? Do-do I know her?

"Auggie!" Someone else called. I whipped my head around to see a tall man, smiling as well. Why are they smiling? Who are they smiling to? Why do they look so... Familiar?

The woman grabbed my hand and began to run, and I numbly followed. She giggled, "C'mon Auggie!"

Who's Auggie? My name... My name is Subject August.23. I don't know an Auggie...

"C'mon Auggie!" The woman called again, running faster. Then, she let go and they both ran away.

No wait! I tried to call after them as they disappeared into the distance, don't go! Who's Auggie?

I kept running until they were finally gone for good, and leaving me in a black abyss of a room. Where am I? I wondered, walking around. Suddenly, my foot slipped and I fell. I let out a strangled scream as I fell to what felt like my death.

Please, I thought to myself as my long, messy, tangled hair whipped around my body. I squeezed my eyes shut, embracing myself for the impact, please... I don't want to die... Not now... Not like this...

Doctor, save me...

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Doctor's POV

"Auggie!" He shot up, looking around frantically. He was covered in a layer of sweat, panting heavily. He stood there for a few seconds... Augusta was gone... She's been gone for nearly for almost a week now...

But that dream! He's been having this dream more and more lately. She was falling and he tried to catch her. He remembered her small voice that sounded hopeless and depressing. It echoed in his head and surrounded his thoughts.

"Doctor, save me..." She had said. It nearly brought tears to his eyes. He wanted to save her! He wanted her to be safe, to be back here with him!

But... She wasn't. She was with who, no what, had kidnapped her right in front of his eyes...

And it was all his fault.

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Augusta's POV

"Rise and shine, monster!" Someone shouted, covering my body in water. I gasped and sat up, water?! I tried to move the water desperately into my mouth, seeing I hadn't had the substance in nearly a week, only to have a painful electricity jolt through my body.

I yelped and stopped immediately, waiting for the electrical shocks to diminish. "You know the rules, monster," the Director said, walking over to my limp body, after a few minutes. "No using your abilities unless I say so." He plucked my limp body and began to undo the metal bonds. He pulled a needle out of his pocket and, without hesitation, plunged it into my neck.

"We're gonna go on a little field trip, okay Subject August.23?" I didn't answer, knowing I'd be punished if I did so. At my trained silence, he smirked, "Good." He nodded and hit me in the head, causing everything to go black.

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I woke up groggily, looking around. I was in a bright room, sitting in front of a young man with pale skin, white hair and fully black, soulless eyes, staring directly at me. I jumped and looked around, where was I?!

"I see you're away, little Monster," the Director's voice said from behind me. I strained myself to turn around and looked at the Director, who was walking in front of me. He stood behind the boy in the chair, who's hands were clenched on the chair.

"I would like you to meet my little friend, Subject 12-June.34," he smiled at the boy, who didn't advert his gaze. "We've received some very good news," he pulled a small thin electronic device out of his pocket and showed it to me. On the screen was three people, the woman and man from my dream, and the last was a new person with brown hair, that I didn't recognize.

"We've found your friends," he informed me, putting the electronic device away. "Now, they've joined our games." He put his hands on the boy's shoulders, who didn't even flinch. "We're going to let you see them."

When I didn't do anything, he frowned, "What's wrong? You should be happy, should you not? I'm letting you go!" There's an if... I thought critically. He laughed, "Of course there's a condition. He," he motioned to the boy, "Is going to chaperone you."

Chaperone me? "Yes, chaperone you. Like a babysitter."

A sharp pain filled my head, and my eyes widened, a scream escaping my mouth. What-what is he doing? I looked up to see a devilish grin creeping on the boy's face. Wha-what is he--

"Subject 12-June.34, is a mentalist," he said causally. "Just like me. It can enter itself in your mind and control your body, including your abilities." My eyes fractioned, what is he talking about?!

"It seems that you don't quite understand the situation just yet," he sighed. "We're sending you to your friends...

"To kill them."

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Rose's POV

"The female will stand," a familiar voice said, making her look up. "Stand!"

She looked up slowly and she couldn't believe her eyes, "A-Auggie?"

Augusta stared down at her, her usual hazel eyes were a deep black, not showing any whites. Her face didn't show a hint of any emotion. Her hair was a tangled mess that went down to her lower back. She wore a dirty, worn white shirt and sweatpants with a metal collar around her neck. On the end of the clothes were clamps, as if they were used to detain her somewhere.

"THE FE-MALE WILL STAND!" An electronic voice commanded. She looked over to see hundreds of daleks surrounding her, and her eyes slowly widened.

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Doctor's POV

He stared at the screen in shock, Augusta was alive?! How!? They were hiding her here!?!

"I WILL TALK TO THE DOC-TOR!"

"Oh, will you?" He laughed, "That's nice. Hello!" He waved rapidly, grinning, but it was quickly fading.

"THE DA-LEK STRA-TA-GEM NEARS COM-PLE-TION." It continued, "THE FLEET IS AL-MOST REA-DY. YOU WILL NOT IN-TER-VENE."

"Oh, really? Why's that then?" He demanded.

"WE HAVE YOUR ASS-O-CI-ATE AND THE ELE-MENT-IST," It said, making him raise and eyebrow. "YOU WILL O-BEY OR BE EX-TER-MIN-ATED!"

"Wait, what do you mean 'Elementist'? What elementist?"

"THE ELE-MENT-IST HY-BRID," the dalek explained. "IT IS IN OUR CUS-TO-DY." Did he mean Augusta? She couldn't be an elementist she--

Oh... My...

He stared at the screen. Rose was shaking in fear, Augusta standing beside her, her bare hand pointed at her like a weapon. He gritted his teeth, "No."

The dalek paused, as if not expecting this, "EX-PLAIN YOUR-SELF."

"I said 'no'," he repeated like it was the simplest thing in the world, which it probably was. No meant no.

"WHAT IS THE MEAN-ING OF THIS NEG-A-TIVE?"

"It means 'no'," he nearly chuckled.

"BUT THEY WILL BE DES-TROYED."

He stood up and glared at the dalek with passion, "No! 'Cos this is what I'm gonna do -- I'm gonna rescue them!" Rose turned to the screen, evident pride on her face. Augusta turned for him, blinking. He saw a single tear fall off her cheek, her demonic black eyes flashing hazel for a second.

"I'm gonna save Rose Tyler and Augusta from the middle of the Dalek Fleet," he continued, his words full of fury and determination. "And then I'm gonna save the Earth, and then just to finish off, I'm gonna wipe every last stinking Dalek outta the sky!"

"BUT YOU HAVE NO WEA-PONS! NO DE-FEN-CES! NO PLAN!"

He grinned, "Yeah. And doesn't that scare you to death?" He looked at Rose, who was smiling proudly, "Rose?"

"Yes, Doctor?" She said eagerly.

"I'm coming to get you. Both of you."

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Augusta's POV

"I'm coming to get you. Both of you," the man on the large screen said before it switched off. Both of us? Why would he get both of us? Who else is he getting? Who else needs--

My face scrunched up in pain and I left out a silent cry in pain, 'Shut up, will you?' A new voice said, making me wince in pain.

Wha--

'Don't you remember? I'm the mentalist that's inside your little mind,' it mocked, laughing.

What are you talking about? Who are you? I demanded, what's a 'mentalist'?!

'Wow, you are more unintelligent than I initially thought,' the voice laughed. 'Here, let me give you a little information about the Mentalist and the Elementist...'

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Doctor's POV

"Doctor!" Jack's voice called him over. He turned away from the screen, watching as Jack strode over. "Doctor, the daleks... What did they mean by 'elementist'? What's a elementist?"

He frowned, "The Elementist were a powerful race before the Time Lords. There's only stories about them, nobody actually believed they were real," he sighed. "The Elementist were... Thought to control the elements. Water, earth, fire, etc. They had a nemesis race, the Mentalist, who were a highly telepathic race, and also thought to be just a myth.

"The Mentalist and the Elementist had a... Interesting relationship. To put it simply, they were like the Time Lords and the daleks. Actually, the Time Lords thought that our touch-telepathic ability came from the Mentalist, but it was never confirmed," he paused. "We need to get to the TARDIS if we plan on getting Rose and Augusta." He began to walk away, but Jack caught his arm.

"Wait," he said, his eyes narrowed in slight suspicion. "If the Elementist and the Mentalist had a relationship similar to the Time Lords and the daleks, then... Who was the Time Lord and who was the dalek?"

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Augusta's POV

I froze at the voice's information. What did it mean I was a 'Elementist'? And for them to be similar to the Time Lords and the daleks? What did it mean?!

'Do I need to simplify it further,' it sighed. 'The Mentalist were related to the Time Lords. They weren't the destructive race of killers. You were.'

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Doctor's POV

"Doctor, which was which?" Jack asked again when he failed to reply the first time.

He sighed again, running a hand down his face, "The Elementist were considered the daleks in that situation. They were destructive and brought death wherever they went. According to the legends, they were considered the 'Gods of Death', and the only people to keep them in order were the Mentalist and their psychic ability to control and read other's minds."

Jack stared at him in shock, "Her eyes... They were black. Soulless even..."

"The sign of the control of a Mentalist," he clarified. "And if Augusta was to somehow get under the influence of a Mentalist in the Dalek's control... Then..." He trailed off.

"Then what?"

He looked at Jack, his face hardened at the seriousness of the situation. "She is probably the most dangerous being in the universe."

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Augusta's POV

'There, you idiotic elementist, are you satisfied with your information?' It asked, moving my-- our body forward, towards the woman who stood there, silently.

"Auggie, are you okay?" She asked in a whisper-tone. "What have they done to you?"

Who's Auggie, I tried to say, but my lips did not move. Instead, I heard the voice say, "I am not Auggie. I am Subject August.23." I froze, wha-what? Was the voice doing that?!

'Of course I am, you imbecile,' the voice sighed.

"A-Auggie, what do you mean? It's me, Rose," the woman laughed like something was funny, but I-- the voice just looked oddly at her.

"I do not know a 'Rose'," I-- we frowned. "Subject August.23 is no longer in control of her being. There is only Subject 12-June.34 left."

'Rose' stared at me--us in shock, "What-what are you talking about? You're Auggie-- Augusta. What do you mean you don't remember me?!"

"It seems that there is an issue," the Director's voice said behind me, I tried to jump and scramble away in fear, but instead, the voice saluted him. He smirked egotistically, "I see you're still in control, Subject 12-June.34."

"Yes sir," the voice answered.

He smiled, "Oh, and do me another favor. When this is over, kill it."

My eyes widened, what?! "Understood, sir."

"You can't," Rose cried, "She's just a child!"

The Director looked at her and laughed, "'Just a child'? It seems that it hasn't told you everything about it then. Shall I shed some light on the subject?" Before she could reply, he continued. "Subject August.23 is one of the greatest killing machines I have ever created. When it was just eight, it killed a entire facility of scientists just before escaping. That was nearly one hundred, two hundred people. If think that Subject August.23 is adorable, happy and 'just a child' then you are sadly mistaken. It's a killer. A monster."

"You're wrong!" She spat angrily, "Augusta is a sweet, kind child whose just been hurt and tortured by people like you!"

He stared at her for a few seconds, then he laughed. I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to block out his laughter, I hated his laughter. It was the worst thing to hear, his laughter.

"Believe what you want," he said waving his hand carelessly, walking away. "But you can't change what it is and what it will do."

After he left, a dalek came up right behind him, its eyestalk staring at her. "YOU KNOW THE DO-CTOR! YOU UN-DER-STAND HIM! YOU WILL PRE-DICT HIS ACT-IONS!" It screeched.

"I don't know!" Rose retorted, and it moved dangerously close to her. She narrowed her eyes at it, "And even if I did, I wouldn't tell ya..." She smirked in defiance.

"PRE-DICT!" The dalek commanded hysterically, "PRE-DICT! PRE-DICT!"

"TARDIS DE-TECTED," Another one said. "IN FLIGHT."

"LAUNCH MIS-SILES! EX-TER-MIN-ATE!"

"You can't!" Rose cried desperately, "The TARDIS hasn't got any defenses -- you're gonna kill him!" She moved to go to the daleks, but the voice held her back.

The dalek turned to her, "YOU HAVE PRE-DICT-ED COR-RECT-LY."

The woman looked at the metal aliens in fear, trembling slightly. Her eyes darted from the aliens to the holographic screen, watching a blue box fly through a dark background that was littered with colorful dots behind it.

Stars?

The scene is quickly gone when two objects head towards the blue box, colliding with it, creating a red and yellow scenery of flames, hiding the blue box from view.

Then, there is a loud whooshing sound, I turned around to see the box materializing around the woman, a dalek and I. Subject 12-June.34 instantly stepped back, just out of its range when it entered.

The spaceship was a deadly silent, I heard the Director's footsteps walk over heavy. He grabbed our arm and spun us around. "What the hell do you think your doing?!" He growled, "You could've killed him if you entered his TARDIS!"

"I apologize si--" our words were cut off by him slapping us across the face.

"Useless," he growled, glaring at us. He threw us on the ground and kicked us in the stomach a few times.

"I apologize," we said again, although our voice was much softer now. "I will do better."

"Yeah you will," he glared, "Or else I'll kill you both myself!" Just as he finished, the door opened revealing the black-haired man, who was grinning.

"EX-TER-MIN-ATE!" The daleks shouted, shooting at the blue box. "EX-TER-MIN-ATE! EX-TER-MIN-ATE!" Their lasers bounced off harmlessly, because the box had some sort of force field surrounding it.

Eventually, the daleks stopped, seeing that it was quite useless. He motioned back inside his box and the blonde woman from earlier and a new man poked their heads out. "Is that it? Useless! Nul points," he mocked the daleks. "It's all right, come on out. That force field can hold back anything."

"Almost anything," the man behind him corrected and the black haired man gave him a short glare.

"... Yes, but I wasn't gonna tell them that," he muttered. "Thanks."

"Sorry," he apologized.

He scanned the daleks surrounding him and then turned to me-- us, "Auggie, are you okay?" He asked, staring at me.

My face didn't change, "I am not Auggie, I am Subject August.23," the voice -- Subject 12-June.34 -- answered dully.

He stared at us for a few seconds, then he walked forward. "D'you know what they call me in the ancient legends of the Dalek Homeworld?" He asked the daleks, "The Oncoming Storm. You might've removed all your emotions... but I reckon that right down deep in your DNA, there's one little spark left. And that's fear. Doesn't it just burn when you face me? So, tell me -- how did you survive the Time War?"

"They survived through me," a gravelly old voice said. The man turned around quickly to see the large alien creature that stared behind him that the Director called the Emperor Dalek.

"Rose... Captain... this is the Emperor of the Daleks," he said, staring at the abomination of a creature.

"You destroyed us, Doctor," the dalek continued. "The Dalek Race died in your inferno, but my ship survived, falling through time, crippled but alive."

"I get it," the man interrupted, causing slight chaos to arise between the daleks.

"DO NOT IN-TER-RUPT!" They screeched, "DO NOT IN-TER-RUPT! DO NOT IN-TER-RUPT!"

The woman and the man behind him flinch at their voices, but still stood strongly. The black-haired man, on the other hand, didn't react at all. Instead he crossed his arms over his chest defiantly and glared, "I think you're forgetting something," he said. "I'm the Doctor. And if there's one thing I can do -- it's talk. I've got five billion languages, and you haven't got one way of stopping me. So if anybody's gonna shut up, it's YOU!"

His words were full of fury that the daleks took a step back, even the Voice -- or Subject 12-June.34 -- did as well, probably seeing how intimidating and overpowering he seemed.

The black-haired man, or the Doctor as he called himself turned back to the Emperor Dalek, "Okey dokey. So, where were we?"

The Emperor Dalek stared at the Doctor for a few seconds, "We waited here in the dark space, damaged but rebuilding," he said. "Centuries passed, and we quietly infiltrated the systems of Earth. Harvesting the waste of humanity. The prisoners, the refugees, the dispossessed -- they all came to us. The bodies were filtered, pulped, sifted. The seed of the Human Race is perverted. Only one cell in a billion was fit to be nurtured."

"And what about Augusta, hmm? What did you do to her?"

"Simple," the Director stepped forward, smirking. "We found traces of a elementist DNA and multiplied it. We set up its whole life, being experimented on, being adopted by a pair of our agents under the name of Jackson, and finally, stumbling upon the small crack in time and space and meeting you. It never did anything of its own volition. It was all planned. All set-in-stone before it was even created," he chuckled. "And you walked right into it."

The Doctor glared at him, "So, you decided to play God and mix the DNA of a human with a elementist in order to kill me." He looked at us. Although I really didn't want to look at him for some reason, Subject 12-June.34 didn't waver.

He turned back to the Emperor Dalek, "And you created an army of Daleks out of the dead."

"That makes them... half human," the woman behind him gasped.

"Those words are blasphemy!" The Emperor Dalek shouted.

"DO NOT BLAS-PHE-ME! DO NOT BLAS-PHE-ME! DO NOT BLAS-PHE-ME!" The daleks echoed.

"Everything human has been purged," the Emperor Dalek continued. "I cultivated pure and blessed Dalek."

The Doctor looked around, clearly disturbed, "Since when did the Daleks have a concept of blasphemy?"

"I reached into the dirt and made new life," the Emperor Dalek proclaimed proudly. "I am the God of all Daleks!"

"WOR-SHIP HIM! WOR-SHIP HIM! WOR-SHIP HIM!" The daleks cheered loudly.

"They're insane!" The Doctor said to the woman and man behind him, "A hundred years hiding in silence -- that's enough to drive anyone mad." He walked towards the daleks as if to pity them. "But it's worse than that. Driven mad by your own flesh. The stink of humanity. You hate your own existence. And that makes them more deadly than ever," he looked over at us. "Augusta, I'm so sorry, but I'll come back for you."

I stared at him. Part of me wanted to run over and sob in his arms, but another was scared of him, wondering if he worked for the Director and the cult of the phoenix. Had this all been a game? Been a test? Was I dreaming again about the black-haired man and the blonde-haired lady that would call me 'Auggie' even though I tried to insist it wasn't my name? Who were these people and how did they know me?!

Instead of doing either of those things, Subject 12-June.34 made me say, "This 'Augusta' you speak of is gone. All that is left is Subject August.23 and Subject 12-June.34. That is all there has been."

He stared at us, his mouth pressed in a thin line, "I know Auggie, my Auggie, is still in there, somewhere. I know that she is still fighting you, and I promise on both of my hearts, that I will save you. I will be the one to protect you this time," he grinned. "Just you wait."

With that, he turned to the Emperor Dalek, "I'm going," he announced going back to his blue box.

"You may NOT leave my presence!" The Emperor Dalek exclaimed.

"STAY WHERE YOU ARE!" The dalek echoed, but they had already entered his blue box.

The Doctor grinned mockingly at the daleks as they fired their guns at him. "EX-TER-MIN-ATE!" They shouted, fruitlessly firing their weapons.

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After the Doctor left the entire ship had been in chaos. Daleks running around trying to get prepared for war, shouting things like 'VIC-TOR-Y FOR THE DA-LEKS!' and stuff.

The Director had a dalek give us armor so we could fight and kill the Doctor. His exact words were, "If I find that you didn't kill him, then you won't live another day."

Although his death threat had been completely serious, it, for some reason, didn't scare me as much. I wanted to die and escape this hellhole of a life. I didn't want to fight anymore. I didn't want to hurt anyone. I just wanted to go lie down somewhere... And die.

My thoughts were interrupted when I felt a dalek press its eyepiece into my back, "YOU WILL FIGHT FOR THE FIRST LINE OF DE-FENSE," it ordered.

"Go away peppershaker," I muttered walking forward. Then I stopped in my tracks, peppershaker? I said peppershaker.

'No you did not,' Subject 12-June.34 insisted. 'Continue walking and stop interfering with my business.'

But I called him peppershaker! I called him peppershaker, I exclaimed putting much emphasis on the 'I'. You're not in complete control! That means that-- I was interrupted by a sharp pain making me wince painfully.

'I said shut up, you pesky Elementist,' Subject 12-June.34 growled angrily, 'I am in complete control over you! You are weak and will forever be!'

I-I, I stuttered, and I felt myself grin.

'I think it's time for you to take a nap,' he whispered.

I felt myself get drowsy immediately, no! Wait! I-I can't, I don't want to--

'Nighty-night stupid Elementist,' he cooed and then everything went black.

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3rd POV

Subject August.23 stopped, lightly holding her head, as if she were in pain. "WHAT IS THE ISSUE, SUB-JECT AU-GUST.23?" A dalek nearby asked.

A small grin spread on the young girl's face, "Nothing. Everything is fine," she picked up a death ray gun from the dalek that provided her with it. "Let's go kill a time lord."