Doctor Who: Rebirth

The worn blue doors of the Tardis creaked open as The Doctor hobbled into the console room. Ash and dust peppered in his ginger hair, left hand clutching onto his abdomen, in his right hand he clutched the battered and charred remnants of a sonic screwdriver.

 

'Gone, he's gone' the Doctor gasped.

 

As the Doctor staggered to the console a sharp surge of pain filled his abdomen, he yelled out in pain, dropping the screwdriver that clattered to the ground.

 

'Why? Why did I think I could stop them this time?' He cried, tears streaming down into his moustache.

 

In brief flashes the nightmare played out, a man screaming in pain, the Doctor crying out, the deathly grating voices following him into the dark. And then pain, a familiar searing pain that struck through his entire body.

 

Everything spiralled out of control, all the Doctor could remember was staggering back to the Tardis.

 

'I let him down, how could I?' he gasped, hands resting on the console.

 

Another sharp pain pierced through, this time his hands began to glow a fiery orange.

 

This life began all so whimsical, so carefree with a 'Tally Ho!' here and there.

 

But then it got worse, the darkness engulfed the Doctor's heart once more.

 

'No' He growled 'This has to stop, there must be peace. There must be an end'.

 

Summoning the last of his strength, the Doctor pulled the lever down.

 

The Tardis wheezed and groaned to life, as the Doctor staggered to the center of the room.

 

'I need to be better, in memory of him'.

His hands started to glow brighter, his breathing more rapid.

 

'I'm ready' The Doctor said calmly.

 

Done