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"Oh, don't you recognize us, Rory Williams? I suppose we do look a bit different." She examined her nails, completely uninterested in the act she had just committed.
He narrowed his eyes. "Who are you?"
"I am a dalek."
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"You... are a dalek?" He didn't understand. Daleks were big, ugly, robot-looking things with monotone voices. How could this girl be one of them? It was a strange sight. Rory stood there, ash all over his face, two children in his arms, and one at his side. The girl continued to examine her nails, as if worried she might have gotten Oliver's skin under them. She wore a hospital gown; flames began to creep up behind her, as if daring to catch it on fire.
"Pretty nice body I got, huh?" she grinned at him. "Sassy too. It took a few years, but we seem to have perfected it." Her leg suddenly gave out from under her, and she fell to the floor. "With maybe a few glitches..." She said, shakily standing up.
"Perfected what?"
"Oh, you aren't clever at all!" she started looking around. Like she heard something he didn't. "Gotta go. see you around Rory Williams." And with that, she turned around and began running in the opposite direction. The man stood there, shocked. But quickly regained his composure.
"Well, come on then!" he shouted as he led the young boy to the fire escape.
Woah...
The disoriented man slowly opened his eyes. The pit in his stomach was too familiar to be safe. Then he remembered. Darkness. Something trying to pull him back into it as he ran towards the light. He wanted to stop running. He wanted it to be over. But he knew he could never stop running. It had happened again.
He had died again.
He was used to it by now though. Well, he had died over 2051 times. At least, thats where he lost count. The sickening pit in his stomach would hardly ever go away. Sitting up, he suddenly noticed the furious heat radiating from the burning building.
"Oh. Oh." he whispered, remembering the how the short, brunette girl had pushed him off the 4th floor.
"Bitch."
The brunette man casually stood up and dusted himself off, unconcerned about the room around him slowly turning to ash.
"I can only hope Rory got out already." he thought to himself. "I wonder how long it's been."
He peered around to find an exit. An emergency exit at the right wall caught his eye. Luckily, it wasn't hot, and was easy to open. Oliver found himself in the alley in between the hospital and the next door apartments. The sirens sounding from the front of the building told him that the fire department had finally arrived. Making his way down the grimy alleyway, the man sneaked into the crowd of onlookers- And recognized one of them. A beautiful, red-haired woman.
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The Doctor, 3rd floor of the hospital
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"Where are you? Usually you lot are trying to cause as much trouble as possible," the Timelord whispered
He was climbing the staircase quickly, quietly, keeping an eye out for any movement whatsoever. But the only movement was that of the fire, creeping up the walls around him, threatening to rip them apart. The Doctor stopped running when reaching a door with a sign next to that had the number six on it. After straightening his bow tie, he pushed open the door and stepped through, ready to a face his enemy.
"All right, here I am! Have you been expecting me?" He yelled.
Silence. It was broken by the sound of slow footsteps on the tile floor. A man with blue scrubs appeared in the doorway across from the Timelord.
"Oh," He said straightening up. "Are you alright? You should probably get out of here."
"I'm fine." The man answered.
"Well, it's dangerous in here. We should leave." The Doctor of course, had no intention of leaving just yet.
"I'm fine." He repeated. He began to twitch, his neck twisting either way, head rocking back and forth.
The Doctor frowned and took a step backwards.
"I'm fine." The man said for the third time.
An electronic screeching sound was heard from behind the man.
"Faulty!" A mechanical voice screamed as a laser hit the man on the back, causing him to fall to the ground. A dalek rolled through the doorway.
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Amy, outside the hospital.
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Smoke continued to pour from the windows of St. John's. Amy had tried to follow the Doctor into the hospital, but a police officer had pulled her back into the crowd. Now there were barriers keeping people from entering, with police officers guarding them. After ten minutes, she had had enough.