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Rebel Doctor, Regeneration Episode
Fandom: Doctor Who (AU with Alternate Doctor)
Rating: Higher than the rest, which is PG. PG-13? PG-15 (which, I don't think, even exists, but we'll ignore that for now...)?
DISCLAIMER: If I owned BBC, I wouldn't let Stephan Moffat anywhere near it. Because he leads to ranting. And I don't particularly like ranting at the TV screen, especially if it's one of my favorite shows and I want to be enjoying it instead.
Warning: Violence. Also creepy. Higher rating than the usual PG or whatever, but not too high. (I really need to read the ratings system at some point.) DO NOT READ LATE AT NIGHT.
He flinched, as did everyone else, when a chunk was torn from the building’s wall from the inside. What was truly horrifying was the police officer’s body that hit the energy bubble at bone-crunching velocity. Blood spattered, sliding down the shield, and for one long moment the dead eyes seemed to stare into the Doctor’s, pleading for help. This was one bloke that had died terrified. As he stared into the yellowish green eyes of the officer, he felt a rage that he’d never known slowly build up inside him. It was terrifying. He’d had a temper before, and let it loose often, but this was different, a restless, ruthless, infinite anger that would never forget. No one deserved to die like that. Whatever was happening, whatever was behind this…it had to stop. This might be an isolated incident, but all of his instincts were screaming that wasn’t true. There was more to it than this single incident.
Another officer, this one a woman, ran out of the building at top speed, sprinting to the dome of energy, which seemed to be solid to her as well. Desperate, tears streaming down her cheeks, she beat with shaking hands at the shield confining her. Without even being aware of it, the Rebel Doctor began moving toward her, ignoring the bot heading in his direction.
One more figure stumbled out of the building, this one with tendrils of darkness wreathing his form. But something was wrong, different from the buildings. These writhed as if they were alive, pushing against the skin, seeking the eyes, the mouth, the nose. Strangled half-screaming, half-sobbing escaped his lips.
One tendril pried open his mouth, and then the whole of the darkness entered him, muffling him entirely. His body writhed, and then it exploded. Sort of. Light or darkness blinded everyone standing around, and when their vision cleared no body remained.
If the Doctor wasn’t so determined that whoever did this should pay, he’d probably fall to the ground, curling up in fear. As it was, he took in the situation grimly, professionally noting everything. His eyes closed and he muttered a few words in a language he didn’t quite catch before opening them again.
Fandom: Doctor Who (AU with Alternate Doctor)
Rating: Higher than the rest, which is PG. PG-13? PG-15 (which, I don't think, even exists, but we'll ignore that for now...)?
DISCLAIMER: If I owned BBC, I wouldn't let Stephan Moffat anywhere near it. Because he leads to ranting. And I don't particularly like ranting at the TV screen, especially if it's one of my favorite shows and I want to be enjoying it instead.
Warning: Violence. Also creepy. Higher rating than the usual PG or whatever, but not too high. (I really need to read the ratings system at some point.) DO NOT READ LATE AT NIGHT.
He flinched, as did everyone else, when a chunk was torn from the building’s wall from the inside. What was truly horrifying was the police officer’s body that hit the energy bubble at bone-crunching velocity. Blood spattered, sliding down the shield, and for one long moment the dead eyes seemed to stare into the Doctor’s, pleading for help. This was one bloke that had died terrified. As he stared into the yellowish green eyes of the officer, he felt a rage that he’d never known slowly build up inside him. It was terrifying. He’d had a temper before, and let it loose often, but this was different, a restless, ruthless, infinite anger that would never forget. No one deserved to die like that. Whatever was happening, whatever was behind this…it had to stop. This might be an isolated incident, but all of his instincts were screaming that wasn’t true. There was more to it than this single incident.
Another officer, this one a woman, ran out of the building at top speed, sprinting to the dome of energy, which seemed to be solid to her as well. Desperate, tears streaming down her cheeks, she beat with shaking hands at the shield confining her. Without even being aware of it, the Rebel Doctor began moving toward her, ignoring the bot heading in his direction.
One more figure stumbled out of the building, this one with tendrils of darkness wreathing his form. But something was wrong, different from the buildings. These writhed as if they were alive, pushing against the skin, seeking the eyes, the mouth, the nose. Strangled half-screaming, half-sobbing escaped his lips.
One tendril pried open his mouth, and then the whole of the darkness entered him, muffling him entirely. His body writhed, and then it exploded. Sort of. Light or darkness blinded everyone standing around, and when their vision cleared no body remained.
If the Doctor wasn’t so determined that whoever did this should pay, he’d probably fall to the ground, curling up in fear. As it was, he took in the situation grimly, professionally noting everything. His eyes closed and he muttered a few words in a language he didn’t quite catch before opening them again.
