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abbygraceasd · 2 years

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Bad Wolf

I wake up surrounded by darkness but above me is a beam of light, “What happened?”

A man is crouched beside me, “It’s all right… it’s the transmat. Does your head in.”

I look around at my surroundings, blinking.

“Get a bit of amnesia. What’s your name?”

“Abby. But… where’s the Doctor?”

“Just remember, do what the Android says. Don’t provoke it. The Android’s word is law.”

“What d’you mean, android? Like… a robot?” I look around as a voice calls out.

“Postions, everyone! Thank you!”

“Come on. Hurry up!” The man helps me to my feet, “Steady, steady…”

I hang onto him for support, realizing what happened, “I was traveling. With the Doctor and Jack… They wouldn’t just leave me…”

The woman with the headset shouts, “That’s enough chat! Positions! Final call!” She’s standing next to an inactive robot, which is being attended to. The robot stands on a platform surrounded by six podiums, the contestants milling around, “Good luck!” The man smiles in anticipation and looks at me.

“But I’m not supposed to be here.” My voice shakes as I speak.

“Well, it says Abby on the podium.” He tells me.

I look, my name is lit up on one of the podiums.

“Come on!” He dashes off and climbs up to stand behind his podium.

I slowly take a place behind my podium.

I look at my surroundings, there are still people attending to the inactive Android. “This looks like…” The woman with the headset speaks, “Android activated!”

The Android springs to life, raising its face up.

“Oh god. The Android. The Anne… Droid.”

The Anne Droid speaks, “Welcome, to ‘The Weakest Link’!”

The floor manager starts to count down.

I turn to the man next to me, “But I need to find the Doc…”

Impatiently, he pushes me away, “Just… shut up and play the game!”

I flinch away at his loud voice.

“Okay…”

The Anne Droid starts asking the contestants questions.

It gets to me, “Abby, in maths, what is 258 minus 158?”

“One hundred.” I answer quietly.

The questions continue until Broff answers a question and looks distraught. It gets back to me.

“Abby, in the holovid series ‘Jupiter Rising’, the Grexnik is married to whom?”

“I don’t know, I’ve never seen it.”

The Anne Droid is asking us personal questions as we vote someone off, “So, Abby. What do you actually do?”

I bounce my foot in place, “I’m a writer.”

“Another way of saying ‘unemployed’.”

“No. I’m a self-published author.”

“Do you have a stable source of income?” “No.”

“Then you are unemployed! And yet, you’ve still got enough money to accessorize. Why Fitch?”

I stop bouncing my foot and look at Fitch apologetically, “She got some questions wrong, and I can’t vote for myself.”

Fitch sobs silently and I become uncomfortable, ‘What’s going on?’

Fitch desperately pleads to the Anne Droid for a second chance.

The Anne Droid ignores Fitch, “In fact, with three answers wrong, Broff was the weakest link in that round, but, it;s the votes that count.”

Fitch starts begging and looking around at us pleading for help.

I stare at her, before glancing at the Anne Droid.

“Fitch, you are the weakest link. Goodbye!” The Anne Droid’s mouth opens and a gun protrudes from it. It fires, and a gold light hits Fitch, and she disappears. The gun retreats back into the Anne Droid’s mouth.

I look back, only to see smoke billowing where Fitch once stood.

“Oh my god…” I realize, “Was that… is this how you sickos play this game in the future?”

Rodrick looks at me confused, “What do you mean ‘in the future’?”

“I’m not playing!” Broff whimpers, crying, “I… I can’t do it.”

The Anne Droid turns to him slowly.

Broff leaps off his podium and tries to run for it, “I’m not… please, somebody let me…”

“You are the weakest link.” The Anne Droid shoots him.

“Don’t try to escape. It’s play… or die.” Rodrick tells me.

Colleen is the next to go.

I turn to Rodrick, “Colleen was clever, she banked all our money. Why’d you vote for her?” “‘Cos I want to keep you in! You’re stupid! You don’t even know the Princess Vossaheen’s surname. When it comes to the final, I want to be up against you. So that you get disintegrated, and I get a stack-load of credits. Courtesy of the Bad Wolf Corporation…”

My blood runs cold, “What did you just say?”

“Bad Wolf Corporation.”

My mind flashes back to all the times I’ve heard that.

“The things you’ve seen… the darkness… the big bad wolf…”

“Attention all personnel, Bad Wolf One descending.”

“And over on the Bad Wolf Channel, the Face of Boe has just announced he’s pregnant.”

“Blaidd Drwg…”

“What’s it mean?”

“Bad Wolf.”

“Different times… different places… like it’s written all over the universe…”

“What’re you going on about?”

“If the Bad Wolf is in charge of this quiz, then… maybe I’m not here by mistake. Someone’s been planning this…”

Agorax screams as the disintegrator beam shoots him. The gun retreats back into the Anne Droid’s mouth and the light behind Agorax’s name on his podium goes out, “That leaves Abby and Rodrick, you’re going head-to-head… let’s play ‘The Weakest Link’.”

Rodrick speaks without looking at me, “Right, that’s the end of tactical voting… you’re on your own now.”

“Abby, in geography, the Grand Central Ravine is named after which Ancient Britain City?”

“Is it York?”

“No, the correct answer is Sheffield.”

“Rodrick, in literature, the author of ‘Lucky’ was Jackie who?”

“Stewart.” “No, the correct answer is Collins.” “Abby, the oldest inhabitant of the Isop Galaxy is the Face of what?”

“Boe! The Face of Boe!”

There are a few seconds of silence as the Anne Droid and Rodrick stare at me.

“That is the correct answer.”

“Rodrick, in history, who was the President of the Red Velvets?”

“Hoshbin Frane.”

“That is the correct answer.” Anne Droid turns to me, “Abby, in food, the dish Gaffabeque originated on which planet?”

“Um… is it… Mars?”

“Nope, the correct answer is Lucifer.”

“Rodrick, which measurement of length is said to have been defined by the Emporer Jate as the distance from his nose to his fingertip?” I glance at Rodrick, he doesn't know.

“Would that be a goffle?” “No. The correct answer is a paab. Abby, in fashion Stella Pok Baint is famous for what?”

“Shoes.” I take a firm guess.

“No. The correct answer is hats.”

“Rodrick, in physics, who discovered the Fifteen-Dash-Ten Barric Fields?”

“San… Hazeldine.”

“No… the correct answer is San Chen. Abby, in history, which Icelandic city hosted Murder Spree Twenty?” I sigh, “Reykjavik?”

“No, the correct answer is Pola Ventura.”

There’s a music cue and a smile spreads across Rodrick’s face, “Oh my god! I’ve done it!” He looks at me without pity, “You’ve lost!”

I start hyperventilating, “But I’m not meant to be here. I need to find the Doctor, he’s got to be here somewhere… he’s always here! He wouldn’t just leave me!”

Anne Droid speaks over me, “Rodrick, you are the strongest link, you will be transported with one thousand six hundred credits.”

Tears start streaming down my face, “This game is illegal! You can’t do this!”

Suddenly the Floor Manager turns to look off-set, I see the Doctor, Jack, and a blonde woman run through the door.

“Abby!” He shouts for me. “Abby, you leave this life with nothing…”

“Stop this game!” “I order you to stop this game!”

“We’re live on air!” The Doctor runs toward me as fast as he can.

I push the podium out of the way, running towards him, “Look out for the Anne Droid, it’s armed!”

I scream out as the disintegrator beam hits me, mere feet away from the Doctor.

The Doctor crouches down to the pile of dust that was Abby. The smoke clears. There’s a moment where he’s absolutely in shock… the voices in the background are meaningless to him. He picks up a piece of the dust between his fingers, feeling it… he’s just staring - broken, hollow.

The security guard pulls the Doctor to his feet and places a gun to his head. The Doctor has lost the will to resist. He just lets him do it.

Jack’s voice is distant to the Doctor. He’s staring at the pile of ashes while his hands are tied. He looks empty. A tear is glistening in his eye.

He can’t hear the guard as he is lost inside his own head. He is like a man dead.

The Doctor is slammed roughly against a gate as he is searched. He is completely unresisting, past caring. The sonic screwdriver is wrenched from his pocket. The Doctor is turned roughly back to face the security guard, who brandishes it in his face.

“Can you tell us the purpose of this device, sir?”

No response. The Doctor isn’t even looking at it.

Jack, the Doctor, and Lynda are sat on a bench in a prison cell as they are interrogated.

“Can you tell us how you got on board?”

“Just leave him alone…” Lynda says.

The security grabs her chin, silencing her, “I’m asking him.”

He releases her and turns to the Doctor, “Sir? Can you tell us who you are?”

The Doctor is against a wall having a convict’s photo taken. First from the front, the camera flashes. He turns to each side and the camera flashes twice more, the sound echoing in the silence. The Doctor is still numb, still dead.

“You will be taken from this place to the Lunar Penal Colony, there to be held without trial, you may not appeal against this sentence.”

Neither Jack or the Doctor move or make any acknowledgment of this statement, but Lynda shifts uncomfortably.

“Is that understood?”

No response. The security guard goes to the gate and opens it.

“Let’s do it.” The Doctor speaks to Jack.

All three of them leap to their feet. Jack punches and kicks his way through the gate. He tosses one guard aside, the Doctor throwing another easily against the wall, knocking them out. They all grab weapons and leave. An alarm goes off.

The three pile into the lift.

“Floor 500.”

The Doctor releases the safety catch on the huge defabricator he is now holding. His face is dark, and he means business. The lift zooms upwards.

The lift doors open. All the staff turns around, and the Doctor, Jack, and Lynda all stride out, armed to the teeth.

“Okay! Move away from the desk! Nobody try anything clever. Everybody clear!” Jack shouts.

The staff scatters as the Doctor strides towards the Controller as though he has tunnel vision.

“Stand to the sides. And stay there.”

The Doctor brandishes his gun at the Controller, “Who’s in charge of this place?”

The Controller continues counting.

“This Satellite’s more than a Game Station.”

She keeps counting.

“Who killed Abigail Greenwood?” He asks.

She ignores him, “All staff are reminded that the solar flares…”

“I want an answer!” He shouts.

“She can’t reply.” The male programmer says.

The Doctor abruptly swings the gun around to the staff, making them all flinch.

“Don’t shoot!” “Oh, don’t be so thick. Like I was ever gonna shoot.” The Doctor tosses the defabricator to the male programmer, “Captain, we've got more guards on the way up. Secure the gates.”

Jack nods.

The Doctor turns to the male programmer, “You, what were you saying?” “But… I’ve got your gun.” He states in confusion.

“Okay, so shoot me. Why can’t she answer?”

“She’s um…” He’s completely distracted by the gun he’s holding, “Can I put this down?”

The Doctor nods impatiently, “If you want, just hurry up.”

“Thanks.” He puts it down, “Sorry, um… the controller is linked to the transmissions. The entire output goes through her brain - you’re not a member of staff so she doesn’t recognize your existence.”

The Doctor looks at the Controller, “What’s her name?”

“We don’t know. She was installed when she was five years old. That’s the only life she’s ever known.”

Jack calls out, “Door’s sealed. We should be safe for about ten minutes.”

“Keep an eye on ‘em.”

“But that stuff you were saying about something going on with the Game Station, I think you’re right.” The male programmer starts.

Jack's device bleeps. He reads it and looks around.

“Unauthorized transmats… it’s been going on for years.”

“Show me.”

Captain Jack places his hand on the door to Archive Six.

A female programmer speaks, startling him, “You’re not allowed in there! Archive Six is out of bounds!” Jack simply holds up his guns, “Do I look like an out-of-bounds sort of guy?”

He places his hand on the pad and the door opens.

Jack smiles - as there, in the middle of the room, stands the Tardis. He fits the key into the lock and enters.

The Tardis is humming away, a comforting, familiar sound. Slung casually over the handrail just inside the door is one of Abby’s sweaters. He pauses, placing his hand on it briefly before moving on to the console. He checks the screen and leans closer to it, clearly puzzled, “What the hell…?”

“Solar-flare activity at delta point zero…”

The female programmer speaks impatiently to the Doctor, “If you’re not holding us hostage, then open the door and let us out. The staff is terrified.”

“That’s the same staff who execute hundreds of contestants every day…”

“That’s not our fault, we’re just doing our jobs.” She objects.

“And with that sentence, you just lost the right to even talk to me. Now back off.” He sounds disgusted, his voice rising.

Lynda flinches and the female programmer stares at him. One of the screens goes static and the lights flicker off, the sound of the power winding down.

“That’s just the solar flares. They interfere with the broadcast signal, so this place automatically powers down. Planet Earth gets a few repeats. It’s all quite normal.”

The Controller speaks quietly, “Doctor…”

The female programmer gets the Doctors attention, “I think she wants you.”

The Doctor spins around to look at the Controller at the other end of the floor.

“Doctor…”

The Doctor hurries over to stand before her.

She is still staring straight ahead with her milky eyes, “Doctor…? Where’s the Doctor?” “I’m here.”

“Can’t see. I’m blind. So blind. All my life, blind. All I can see are numbers, but I saw you.”

“What do you want?”

“Solar flares hiding me. They can’t hear me… my… my masters, they always listen but they can’t hear me now. The sun… the sun is so bright…”

“Who are your masters?”

“They wired my head, their name is forbidden. They control my thoughts, my masters… my masters, I had to be careful. They monitor the transmissions but they don’t watch the programs. I could hide you inside the games.”

Everyone is listening to her intently.

“My friend died inside your games.” He speaks coldly.

“Doesn’t matter.” She says.

“Don’t you dare tell me that.”

“They’ve been hiding. My masters, hiding in the dark space, watching and shaping the Earth… so, so, so many years… they’ve always been there. Guiding humanity, hundreds and hundreds of years…”

“Who are they?”

“They wait. They plan and grow in numbers, they’re strong now. So strong, my masters…”

The Doctor persists, “Who are they?”

The Controller suddenly looks at him, “But they speak of you. My masters, they fear the Doctor.”

The Doctor steps forward, “Tell me! Who are they?”

But at that moment, the Controller gasps. The power flickers back on, and she goes back to counting.

The Doctor speaks to the male programmer, “When’s the next solar flare?”

“Two years.”

“Fat lot of good that is.”

Jack emerges from Archive Six, “Found the Tardis!”

“We’re not leaving now.”

“No. but the Tardis worked it out.” Jack shoves the male programmer out of his chair, “You’ll wanna watch this.” The Doctor turns around to watch.

Jack then instructs Lynda to stand in an empty floor area, “Everybody watching? Okay… three, two, one…”

He presses a button and a disintegrator beam shoots down from the ceiling and hits Lynda. There’s nothing left but a billow of smoke.

“But you killed her!” The Doctor states in shock.

“Oh, d’you think?” Jack presses the button again, and Lynda reappears next to the Doctor, slightly dazed but completely unharmed.

The Doctor looks to Jack for an explanation.

“It’s a transmat beam. Not a disintegrator. A secondary transmat system.” And the Doctor realizes what he’s trying to say… his eyes light up…

Jack walks toward him, “People don’t get killed in the games! They get transported across space! Doctor, Abby is still alive!”

The Doctor laughs with ecstatic relief. They throw their arms around each other, grinning madly, so happy.

I sit up, coming back to consciousness, seeing something coming towards me, “It can’t be…” I scramble to my feet, stumbling backward, gasping, “But you’re dead… I saw you die!”

The Dalek backs me against a wall. I try to edge sideways, but am stopped by a plunger shooting out.

“Alert! Alert! We are detected!” “It is the Doctor! He has located us!”

I stare at them all, huddled against the foot of the wall.

One swivels around to face me, “The female will stand. Stand!”

I stand. The Dalek looks up and an image materializes in mid-air: the Doctor, Jack, and three people I don’t know are all staring at me.

“I will talk to the Doctor.” One of the Dalek says.

“Oh, will you? That’s nice. Hello!” He waves at them mockingly, his fake grin fading rapidly.

“The Dalek Stratagem nears completion. The Fleet is almost ready. You will not intervene.”

“Oh, really? Why’s that then?” He asks.

“We have your associate. You will obey or she will be exterminated.”

I’m shaking as I look up at the Doctor on the screen.

“No.”

“Explain yourself.”

“I said: no.”

“What is the meaning of this negative?”

“It means: no.”

“But she will be destroyed.” The Doctor stands up, “No! ‘Cos this is what I’m gonna do, I’m gonna rescue her. I’m gonna save Abigail Greenwood from the middle of the Dalek Fleet, and then I’m gonna save the Earth, and then just to finish off, I’m gonna wipe every last stinking Dalek outta the sky!”

“But you have no weapon! No defenses! No plan!”

The Doctor grins, “Yeah. and doesn’t that scare you to death? Abby?” “Yes, Doctor?” I ask.

“I’m coming to get you.” He clicks the device, and the communication line closes.

“The Doctor is initiating hostile action!”

“The Stratagem must advance. Begin the invasion of Earth!”

They spin around wildly. I gasp but they take no notice of me, I step out of their way.

“The Doctor will be exterminated!” “Exterminate!”

The entire ship is filled with thousands of Daleks crying ‘exterminate!’ as one. I look around in terror at the huge insane army.

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broffsdiamonds · 2 years

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