Repercussions (5/55)
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Chapter Five: Flight
Bumpy ride is an understatement. The ship pitches and yaws as we dematerialize and shakes the entire time we are in flight. Mum grips the railing tightly, her eyes grimly determined. I want to say something of comfort to her but my teeth are shaking so much I'm afraid I'll bite through my tongue if I try. Instead my mind races blindly ahead to what we might find. Dad, injured, perhaps dying, half out of his mind in pain.
Is it possible not all of the Cybermen have been swept into the Void? Or had he simply been hurt before that had happened? The ship throws us all to the floor upon landing and sparks shoot out of the control panels. I don’t understand why the ship is so out of control, but maybe she is picking up on the Doctor’s mindset or my own. It wouldn’t be the first time.
Mum is the first of us to pick herself up and she runs for the doors. “Wait, Jackie!” the Doctor calls, but there is no stopping Mum. She flings the doors open and races outside. I am on my feet in the next heartbeat following her.
“Rose!” calls the Doctor, but I'm not waiting either. What I see as I step through the TARDIS doors will stay with me for life. Death and destruction is everywhere. Shards of glass, as if every window in London had been shattered, litter the ground.
Vehicles have been blasted about and many have crashed horrifically. I look desperately around for my father’s car, or any sign that he is here. The Doctor emerges from the TARDIS, his sonic screwdriver thrust ahead of him.
“The signal from his mobile is this way,” the Doctor says. As much as I want to run towards my father we have to be careful, picking our way through the rubble. It appears as if there has been some epic battle here as well and I realize for the first time exactly what a Cybermen in every home and on every street corner means.
Humanity was lucky to even still be here.
The trace leads us to a giant warehouse and I become completely overwhelmed in horror as I realize it has been used as a conversion factory, that Torchwood had not been the only one. Why this has not occurred to me before I don’t know.
It is massive and I shriek as I see a Cyberman, only to realize moments later that it is an empty suit, one that has never held a converted human brain. My scream echoes around me and is answered by the sounds of human fear and suffering.
“Dad!” I scream out.
“Pete! Peter Tyler!” Mum’s voice is desperate, frightened, and determined. She looks towards the Doctor as he scans the room. I cover my mouth and force back my nausea as the smells of blood, urine and worse hit my nostrils.
“This way!” calls the Doctor.
We pick our way through the rubble as fast as we can go. When we get there I close my eyes in reflex, though I know it will never erase the image of what has just appeared before me.
Mum is the first of us to pick herself up and she runs for the doors. “Wait, Jackie!” the Doctor calls, but there is no stopping Mum. She flings the doors open and races outside. I am on my feet in the next heartbeat following her.
“Rose!” calls the Doctor, but I'm not waiting either. What I see as I step through the TARDIS doors will stay with me for life. Death and destruction is everywhere. Shards of glass, as if every window in London had been shattered, litter the ground.
Vehicles have been blasted about and many have crashed horrifically. I look desperately around for my father’s car, or any sign that he is here. The Doctor emerges from the TARDIS, his sonic screwdriver thrust ahead of him.
“The signal from his mobile is this way,” the Doctor says. As much as I want to run towards my father we have to be careful, picking our way through the rubble. It appears as if there has been some epic battle here as well and I realize for the first time exactly what a Cybermen in every home and on every street corner means.
Humanity was lucky to even still be here.
The trace leads us to a giant warehouse and I become completely overwhelmed in horror as I realize it has been used as a conversion factory, that Torchwood had not been the only one. Why this has not occurred to me before I don’t know.
It is massive and I shriek as I see a Cyberman, only to realize moments later that it is an empty suit, one that has never held a converted human brain. My scream echoes around me and is answered by the sounds of human fear and suffering.
“Dad!” I scream out.
“Pete! Peter Tyler!” Mum’s voice is desperate, frightened, and determined. She looks towards the Doctor as he scans the room. I cover my mouth and force back my nausea as the smells of blood, urine and worse hit my nostrils.
“This way!” calls the Doctor.
We pick our way through the rubble as fast as we can go. When we get there I close my eyes in reflex, though I know it will never erase the image of what has just appeared before me.
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Poor Rose & Jackie!
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