Doctor Who: Execution - Prequel - Destruction - Part 1
The TARDIS in flight. No particular destination; only resting. The Doctor sat back in his armchair, reading his most favourite Agatha Christie novel The ABC Murders featuring Hercule Poirot. He always loved a good murder mystery. Usually guessed the murderer by the second chapter though. Still, an enjoyable read even so.
The TARDIS was dressed in a Victorian fashion: 19th Century furniture including armchairs, bookshelves and tables; wooden panels in almost every inch of the room; various rugs covering the polished wooden floor; and, sat in the middle of the room, the TARDIS console, decorated with red-wood panels and surrounded by a large metal cage.
The Doctor reached over to a box placed on a small table next to his armchair. He opened the box and took out a small object wrapped in foil. He opened it with one hand, then threw the chocolate into his mouth. He discarded the wrapper in his pocket,
claiming to "find it later."
The room was deadly quiet. All except for the time rotor which moved slowly up and down as the TARDIS floated through the vortex. Suddenly, it began to grate, making a louder screeching noise like fingernails being dragged down a chalkboard. The Doctor peered over but, just as he did, the grating stopped. He continued his reading. The grating noise began again; this time, The Doctor was oblivious. Then, sparks began to fly out of the controls. The sparks grew bigger as the console continued to fizz and pop. An almighty bang - one of the panels on the console exploding, alerting The Doctor to current events.
The Doctor leaped out of his seat dropping his book onto the floor, ran over to the console. He pulled violently at the brake but, to no avail. He tried to shut down all of the TARDIS' systems but, still it wouldn't stop.
"Looks like we're heading for a crash landing!"
Warning lights flashed on the scanner as the TARDIS picked up speed. It flew faster and faster through the vortex as The Doctor clung on for dear life inside. Then it hit. The Doctor catapulted back into a bookshelf; temporarily knocked out cold from the blow to his head.
A strong wind began to pick up inside the TARDIS. A clap of thunder was heard. The wind began to spin in a circular motion, picking up light objects as it began to sweep the room. It picked up speed, throwing any thing in its path across the room: chairs, tables, carpets, books, lamps, shelves, wall fittings.
The Doctor awoke just as - what was now - a mini tornado started to move towards him. The Doctor jumped up and tried to run away but, the whirlwind chased him around the console. He decided to trap and so left the console room and ran through the Cloister Room to the internal corridors.
The tornado chased him through three or four rooms before he managed to trap it in one of the storage bays. He raced back to the console room, flicked a few switches and jettisoned the storage bay from the TARDIS, saving it from total destruction.
Then he noticed. The doors, seemingly forced open. He looked around, didn't notice if anything had changed. Footsteps. Loud footsteps. Coming from behind. He turned round and followed the sound to the Cloister Room doors. He put the side of his head to
the door listening for the sound again. It came - getting louder and louder until...
BANG!
The doors flung open and The Doctor was thrown back into the console, hitting his head on one of its panels. He shook it off and swung his head up to see what had thrown him. There it stood; an 8 foot, hairy beast with horns - part man, part bull.
"Impossible!" The Doctor exclaimed.
It snorted, stamped it feet, aimed its horns in The Doctor's direction and charged.
"MINOTAUR!"
Doctor Who: Execution - Prequel - Destruction - Part 2
The Doctor sat, eyes clenched, waiting for impact. Nothing happened. Slowly, he opened his eyes and moved his head to look upwards. To his amazement, the Minotaur just stood over his body as if it was frozen. It was frozen. The Doctor reached over to
touch the Minotaur and found it to be hard like concrete. He moved from underneath the Minotaur, grabbed hold of the console and pulled himself up onto his feet.
He brushed the bits of debris off his clothes, walked up to the Minotaur and looked straight into its eyes. He still could not figure out how it had frozen. How his life had been spared.
The TARDIS lay in tatters. The Doctor out of breath. It was unrecognisable. His home had been completely destroyed. He held onto the console - the only thing left standing - for balance. He sighed deeply as if he was fed up of life. He took another look around the console room; it was dark and depressing. He struggled to keep it in sight, as though he didn't want to see the resulting destruction from the earlier chaos.
"Looks like it may be time to redecorate..." joked The Doctor.
Suddenly, a bright light came from behind him which startled The Doctor. He turned around slowly; his face met an overpowering glow, from which he shielded his eyes. The light soon died down and The Doctor was greeted by a ghostly white figure.
"The White Guardian..." The Doctor exclaimed.
"Yes, Doctor. I come to you with the answer to your question..." the ghostly figure replied.
"Oh, really... and what question might that be?..." The Doctor asked, a little sarcastically.
The White Guardian moved closer to The Doctor. He spoke each word as if he was spelling it out: "Who is trying to kill me?"
The Doctor was taken aback. His face said it all: The realisation.
"Someone is trying to kill me... Do you know who?"
"Sadly, I do not. Even if I did, you know as well as I do, Doctor, that I could not reveal the culprit."
"So... what does this mean? I mean, how do I stop them?"
"I am here to guide you, Doctor."
"Guide me how?" quizzed The Doctor.
"Clues..." was the only response The White Guardian gave him.
"What sort of clues?"
"Names... Locations... Facts..."
"Names?" The Doctor picked up on this word specifically, "You mean, the names of people involved with my... death?"
"Involved, yes... but, not necessarily party to it."
"Do you have one of these clues now?"
"Yes... a name."
"What name? Will I recognise it?"
"No, not yet... but, you will soon."
"Give me the name!" The Doctor demanded.
"Alexa... Foster" the Guardian revealed.
"Doesn't ring a bell..."
"No, not yet, Doctor. The time will come..."
"What do I do now?"
"You must find her," the Guardian explained, "You must find the girl..."
"But how? I don't even know who she is... How am I supposed to find her?"
"The TARDIS has a library..."
"You mean, look her up... in the library?"
The Guardian dismissed The Doctor's question, instead bidding farewell to him: "I must go now. Good luck, Doctor. Good luck, my child..."
With that, the ghostly figure faded away. The Doctor stood there for a few moments, then rushed off to the library.
Once in the library, the Doctor skimmed through each and every book in the library, looking for the name Alexa Foster. He failed to find anything. He made for the exit but, stopped halfway to the door, spotting a newspaper on a side table with the picture of a blonde girl on display. He walked over and picked it up. Unfolded it, so he could see the full article:
MISS FOSTER TO BRING 'MYSTERY MAN' TO AN END
Alexa Foster, writer of the best selling series of 'Mystery Man' novels, has announced that she will be releasing one final adventure featuring journalist John Smith. The first 'Mystery Man' novel Shy Waters was released in 2004, and since then Foster has written eight more novels featuring the infamous man of mystery.
The series has become one of the biggest successes of the 21st century, and Foster has received many Writer's Guild Awards and huge recognition for her work. She regularly gives half of each book's earnings to charity - an act she was awarded an MBE for in 2011. Her final book, due later this year, is expected to become one of the fastest selling of all-time, as it is thought that the true identity of John Smith may finally be revealed.
"Well, Miss Foster. I think it's about time we met..."
The Doctor left the library, bringing the newspaper with him. He walked back into the console room and over to the console itself.
"Now, let's see what date this article's from..." He closed the paper and read the top of the front page. "30th March 2013..."
He set the TARDIS controls for that exact date and set the TARDIS going. He ran round the console, then spotted his mistake. The Minotaur was still stood in the TARDIS.
He thought for a moment. Then, he spun round, ran to the other side of the console and reset the co-ordinates.
"I know exactly what to do with you..." he said confidently.
The TARDIS flew through the vortex; backwards in time. Back millions of years.
The time rotor slowed to a stop. The Doctor pulled the door release and ran over to the doors; he looked out at the view below: Earth. But a very different Earth to the one we know now. He heard a roar come from behind him. He turned to see the Minotaur crash into the TARDIS console. It moved back and reared its head towards The Doctor. It charged at him once again; The Doctor at the last minute jumping out of the way. The Minotaur flew out of the TARDIS doors, and down onto the Earth below.
The Doctor moved over to the doors to see what happened next: The Minotaur fell faster and faster, flames growing around it which grew brighter as it hit the Earth's atmosphere. The Minotaur hit the Earth with an almighty explosion following close behind which enveloped the whole planet. Civilisation destroyed.
"Well, I never saw that coming."
He walked back over to the console and closed the doors. Set the co-ordinates once again for 2013. He turned to face the destruction all around him once more. Sighed.
"I think I better go and get my overalls..."
touch the Minotaur and found it to be hard like concrete. He moved from underneath the Minotaur, grabbed hold of the console and pulled himself up onto his feet.
He brushed the bits of debris off his clothes, walked up to the Minotaur and looked straight into its eyes. He still could not figure out how it had frozen. How his life had been spared.
The TARDIS lay in tatters. The Doctor out of breath. It was unrecognisable. His home had been completely destroyed. He held onto the console - the only thing left standing - for balance. He sighed deeply as if he was fed up of life. He took another look around the console room; it was dark and depressing. He struggled to keep it in sight, as though he didn't want to see the resulting destruction from the earlier chaos.
"Looks like it may be time to redecorate..." joked The Doctor.
Suddenly, a bright light came from behind him which startled The Doctor. He turned around slowly; his face met an overpowering glow, from which he shielded his eyes. The light soon died down and The Doctor was greeted by a ghostly white figure.
"The White Guardian..." The Doctor exclaimed.
"Yes, Doctor. I come to you with the answer to your question..." the ghostly figure replied.
"Oh, really... and what question might that be?..." The Doctor asked, a little sarcastically.
The White Guardian moved closer to The Doctor. He spoke each word as if he was spelling it out: "Who is trying to kill me?"
The Doctor was taken aback. His face said it all: The realisation.
"Someone is trying to kill me... Do you know who?"
"Sadly, I do not. Even if I did, you know as well as I do, Doctor, that I could not reveal the culprit."
"So... what does this mean? I mean, how do I stop them?"
"I am here to guide you, Doctor."
"Guide me how?" quizzed The Doctor.
"Clues..." was the only response The White Guardian gave him.
"What sort of clues?"
"Names... Locations... Facts..."
"Names?" The Doctor picked up on this word specifically, "You mean, the names of people involved with my... death?"
"Involved, yes... but, not necessarily party to it."
"Do you have one of these clues now?"
"Yes... a name."
"What name? Will I recognise it?"
"No, not yet... but, you will soon."
"Give me the name!" The Doctor demanded.
"Alexa... Foster" the Guardian revealed.
"Doesn't ring a bell..."
"No, not yet, Doctor. The time will come..."
"What do I do now?"
"You must find her," the Guardian explained, "You must find the girl..."
"But how? I don't even know who she is... How am I supposed to find her?"
"The TARDIS has a library..."
"You mean, look her up... in the library?"
The Guardian dismissed The Doctor's question, instead bidding farewell to him: "I must go now. Good luck, Doctor. Good luck, my child..."
With that, the ghostly figure faded away. The Doctor stood there for a few moments, then rushed off to the library.
Once in the library, the Doctor skimmed through each and every book in the library, looking for the name Alexa Foster. He failed to find anything. He made for the exit but, stopped halfway to the door, spotting a newspaper on a side table with the picture of a blonde girl on display. He walked over and picked it up. Unfolded it, so he could see the full article:
MISS FOSTER TO BRING 'MYSTERY MAN' TO AN END
Alexa Foster, writer of the best selling series of 'Mystery Man' novels, has announced that she will be releasing one final adventure featuring journalist John Smith. The first 'Mystery Man' novel Shy Waters was released in 2004, and since then Foster has written eight more novels featuring the infamous man of mystery.
The series has become one of the biggest successes of the 21st century, and Foster has received many Writer's Guild Awards and huge recognition for her work. She regularly gives half of each book's earnings to charity - an act she was awarded an MBE for in 2011. Her final book, due later this year, is expected to become one of the fastest selling of all-time, as it is thought that the true identity of John Smith may finally be revealed.
"Well, Miss Foster. I think it's about time we met..."
The Doctor left the library, bringing the newspaper with him. He walked back into the console room and over to the console itself.
"Now, let's see what date this article's from..." He closed the paper and read the top of the front page. "30th March 2013..."
He set the TARDIS controls for that exact date and set the TARDIS going. He ran round the console, then spotted his mistake. The Minotaur was still stood in the TARDIS.
He thought for a moment. Then, he spun round, ran to the other side of the console and reset the co-ordinates.
"I know exactly what to do with you..." he said confidently.
The TARDIS flew through the vortex; backwards in time. Back millions of years.
The time rotor slowed to a stop. The Doctor pulled the door release and ran over to the doors; he looked out at the view below: Earth. But a very different Earth to the one we know now. He heard a roar come from behind him. He turned to see the Minotaur crash into the TARDIS console. It moved back and reared its head towards The Doctor. It charged at him once again; The Doctor at the last minute jumping out of the way. The Minotaur flew out of the TARDIS doors, and down onto the Earth below.
The Doctor moved over to the doors to see what happened next: The Minotaur fell faster and faster, flames growing around it which grew brighter as it hit the Earth's atmosphere. The Minotaur hit the Earth with an almighty explosion following close behind which enveloped the whole planet. Civilisation destroyed.
"Well, I never saw that coming."
He walked back over to the console and closed the doors. Set the co-ordinates once again for 2013. He turned to face the destruction all around him once more. Sighed.
"I think I better go and get my overalls..."