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Hello, I've recently been writing an awful lot of stuff and decided to see if I could put something up on here and get some opinions on it. Here's a small segment from The Mutants of Ascarth, a Doctor Who story I have been working on. The Doctor opened the door, carefully, and stepped outside. His surroundings were evocative of early 20th-century Earth, only with more?alien-ness. For a start, the bricks were a sort of light-brown and they weren?t really bricks at all, more interlocking shapes. The doors were composed of circular contraptions that opened in the most convoluted way. Curiously, the vehicles had a slight resemblance to cars of that time period. Looking around, the TARDIS had landed in a sort of small, park-thing in the middle of a ruined plaza. It was clear something awful had happened to this place, from the collapsed roofs to the burning wreckage littered about the plaza. According to the TARDIS, he had landed on the planet Stroitonides, somewhere on the outer arm of Andromeda. Clara followed him outside. She surveyed her surroundings with interest. ?Where?are we?? The Doctor considered this. ?The planet Stroitonides, somewhere in the outer arm of Andromeda. Architecture similar to early 20th-century Earth, would you believe it.? ?What happened to it?? ?No idea; do you want to find out?? he said, in response. Clara nodded, enthusiastically. ?Not many people about,? the Doctor continued, kicking a small stone nearby. He cupped his hands to his mouth and called out, ?Hello? Anybody home?? He got no response. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of some kind of skeletal creature, scrambling over a pile of debris. The creature had a strange, twisted face and moved on four legs, a sort of mutant Stroitonidian. ?Hello there!? he called out, grinning. The grey, spider-like creature snapped up to look at him. It regarded him slowly, with savage, hungry eyes. The Doctor began to wonder if he?d made the best decision in shouting out. ?Clara,? he warned, ?Get back to the TARDIS. Now.? Clara opened her mouth to protest, but at the sight of the mutants she began to back away. Without averting his gaze from the grey monstrosity, the Doctor threw her the key. She unlocked the door and hurried in. The Doctor moved to follow her, then cried out as another one of the creatures blocked his path. He stumbled away as the two creatures began to close in on him. Then they pounced, and the Doctor ran. As he fled down the ruined street, he failed to notice the single robotic scout, quietly observing his progress. The scout quietly transmitted its findings through the networks, the data finally arriving at a small computer terminal, deep underground. Someone was watching him. Roughly twenty minutes after an order was issued for his capture, the Doctor was out of breath and struggling to run. He had been pursued down several streets and was thoroughly lost. He adjusted his bowtie and waited for the two creatures to close in on him. He could only hope the TARDIS would take Clara home. ?Hello, fellas,? he smiled, with a cheeriness he did not feel, ?Can?can you understand me?? The creatures clicked and hissed menacingly. The Doctor wasn?t sure whether that was a yes or a no. One of them leapt at him. It was dead before it hit the ground, on the receiving end of some kind of electricity-based stun rifle. The other turned to face its attacker, but went down just as quickly as the second one. The Doctor, who was watching this with wide, curious eyes, cleared his throat to address his saviour. ?Well, that was rather excellent timing, if I say so myself. Thank you.? He was about to introduce himself but didn?t get much further, as his rescuer pointed the rifle at him. He put his hands up. The rifle was waved menacingly in his general direction, its owner dressed in all-black garments, not unlike those of an Earth ninja; accompanying these were metal boots and steel-tipped gloves - whoever they were, they didn?t look like they had saved the Doctor out of kindness and goodwill. ?Ah,? croaked the person, in an electronic voice, ?The Doctor, isn?t it?? ?Yes, so it is. Listen, uh, thank you, that was really rather useful, but, mind if I ask, eh, who are you?? ?No-one you need to know,? the person hissed, ?Now, come with me.? ?Or what?? the Doctor said, unexpectedly taking on a defensive tone. ?Or nobody will get hurt.? ?But there?s just the two of us,? pointed out the Doctor, ?You have rather strange logic, you know.? ?Exactly,? the person muttered, ?With me. Now.? Reasoning that he didn?t have much to lose, and really rather curious now, the Doctor followed. He continued after his rescuer/captor as they proceeded down the street. An idea struck him. Waiting until they seemed confident that he would follow them, the Doctor slipped away from the person, legging it down the street, hopefully back to the TARDIS and Clara. The person simply turned, and shot him calmly in the back with the stun-rifle. The last thing the Doctor remembered before he blacked out was the world spinning, and the ground rushing up to hit him in the face.

2014-07-26 18:32:00 Author: The11thWheatley Posts: 230

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