Many Of Horror [open]

[futuredoctor]

"Froze you? FROZE YOU?" the Doctor said in outrage as he kept on tinkering with the vacuum cleaner. Of all the confunded reasons that could happen, the Time Lord in question got frozen by the Ice Lords, which is more of a good thing in itself. The poor soul didn't get to see all those she knew turn into the monsters much like the Gelth now. She didn't get to see all those nightmares of the Time War. Even now the Doctor got shivers when he thought the Never Been King and his Army of Meanwhiles and Neverwheres. "I'll bet it was Xzznahil. That's probably because I kinda plundered the tomb of his forefathers for a part of The Moment in order to end the Time War. Since that point on, the ruddy Ice Lord now has a vendetta against the Time Lords."

The moment he heard the Time Lady complain about his methods got the Doctor riled up and he stood up with his new Gelth-buster. "If that's the case, then you're no different from a Dalek. Those bodies out there are human bodies. Unimportant you may see them, but they must be respected and putting a bullet in them wouldn't make a Gelth disappear like that because the body is already dead. Even if you want to give the bodies an instant cremation with fire to kick the Gelth out, we can't do that because of the reason I stated earlier."

"And yes it's not enough to suck out all the Gelth, but that would suffice to get ourselves out of here and into my TARDIS. There we'll figure out something, but probably we need the help of a skinny idiot," the Doctor admitted as the Gelth began to bang on the door once more. The Doctor rolled his eyes at her comments and he looked at her boredly, "Human bodiiiiies!"

"Nice sonic screwdriver, but mine's two thousand years advanced over yours," the Doctor said with a smile as he removed the deadlock seal on the door. The Doctor looked at the incoming Gelth seriously and he shouted, "Get out of the way you insignifcant crazy louts! I gave you a chance to run, but you decided to play with me instead. I am the Doctor and say hello to my little friend!"

The Doctor activated his Ghost-sucker and the Gelth within the human bodies shrieked and were instantly forced out of the human bodies. The gaseous creatures were then sucked into the device, which the Doctor deactivated afterwards. The Doctor laughed at how brilliant his plan turned out to be and he looked at the Time Lady, "Seven down and forty-three more till we run out of space!"

The Doctor then handed the vacuum to the bartender and he said him, "Use it sparingly. If worse comes to worse, hold on to something tight and press the big red button I have there. It'll create a mini-blackhole to suck out all the Gelth threatening you lot for about a minute or so. Only use it when they break through the doors, which I'll be locking again."

The Doctor then looked at the duo of women and he asked them, "You two coming with me? My TARDIS is just two blocks from here. We can run towards there without any problems."

[Lt Hollie Saunders]

Hollie was fairly quiet - for once - ,quite happy to watch the happenings surrounding her. Even she could appreciate that some times if was far more benificial just to listen. Speaking up was good for many occasions, but you learnt far more as a fly on the wall. Hollie had met a number of people through the years that had perfected this skill to an art, so that even if you had been talking to them mere seconds earlier, as soon as your attention was diverted, you forgot they were in the room. Of course, these particular skills were almost the opposite to what the blonde was reknowned for - she much preferred to get her information from those involved in a more outright manner.

She almost objected when the timelord appeared to destroy the capabilities of her weapon, but bit her tongue when she recalled the several other weapons she had hidden upon her body. If she needed to fight, it would hardly be barehanded. The idea of being completely weaponless against the Gelth was not something to think lightly off. She might be reckless, but she wasn't stupid.

She raised an eyebrow as the man defended his choice of weapon. In her opinion, once you were possed by the Gelth, you were screwed anyway. Majority of those possesed were already killed - a live body provided far too much resistance for the aliens. An open flame was a much less tedious, and far more reliable way of destroying the creatures. Not that she truely minded either way. The Gelth created an oppurtunity of excitement in dull old Cardiff, but Hollie wasn't keen on being killed by them.

As the Time lord mentioned his Tardis, Hollie's attention was recaptured. She'd never do anything against Jinx (like try to pinch her transport) not just for the friendship, but also for the healthy respect she had for the redhead and her extensive list of contacts and weapons arsenal. But she not only didn't know this man, he'd already proved himself to be less than violent. Even if she had no chance of gaining the Tardis for her own useage, reconassiance never hurt. And if they went anywhere, maybe it would shake her vortex manipulator out of the rut it seemedto be locked in.

" Lead the way"" She said, only a trace of sarcasm tinting her voice.

[jinxmckay]

"Froze me, yeah, that's what I said. In a huge ice box."

Of course, she knew that it wasn't really an ice box, but it might as well have been. It was essentially a big block of ice. Like a tomb. Thinking about it creeped her out; she was lucky not to have regenerated from it all. She hadn't been long regenerated when it happened, either. But that had been the Daleks.

"This was before the war. I was frozen, and I slept for ages, and when I woke up, the Osirians were there and I only found out about the War when I got my TARDIS back." she explained.

She felt it was necessary to explain exactly why she hadn't been able to attend the War, lest the man think she was a coward. And there was nothing further from the truth than that. She was not afraid of anything. At least, nothing she would admit to herself, and definitely nothing that she would broadcast. Only sensible fears, like being locked up again. That was understandable, since she'd been trapped far too often, and it was bloody horrible.

"I am not a Dalek!" she argued hotly "I'm thinking sensibly! These people are dead, and they can't feel any pain! They died ages ago! Disrespectful as fighting them might be, would you rather they went out and killed more people just because you want to take the moral high ground? Trying to destroy the bodies is a damn sight more efficient than trapping them in a vacuum cleaner!"

Vaguely, she supposed that part of her was still thinking of zombies and imagining that the only way to get rid of them was through methods shown in zombie films. Usually involving shotguns. Or beheading. Or, as Hollie had suggested, fire. That sounded sensible. Jinx had a flame thrower in the TARDIS, and if they could just get to that, she'd feel a lot better with that on hand than with some man dimwittedly trying to protect them. Even if what he was saying was true and that method wouldn't work. He wasn't helping at all, not by sabotaging their weapons and talking rubbish. And trying to order her around. Jinx took orders from nobody.

"My screwdriver isn't old! If it's out of date to you, that just means you're old! How old are you; five thousand?!"

She stepped quickly forwards when the man opened the door, drawing a couple of balinga from her pocket in case she needed them to defend herself against the onslaught of not-zombies. But (un)fortunately, the Time Lord's method seemed to be working.She stood, on her toes, unwilling to stand around idly while other people got in on the action, but the action seemed to be over before it had begun, and a little disappointed, she remained still. To consider what the man had just said. Which had been his name. No.... surely not...

"Doctor?" she asked blankly.

She supposed it was possible. But she'd just been with the Doctor, and he hadn't looked like that! He'd been cute! He hadn't regenerated already, had he? Or was he from a different point in time? The Doctor had said that he'd regenerated several times since she'd last seen him. Or maybe it was even a future regeneration. She supposed it was possible.

"Your TARDIS? Is it a police box?"

Because, seriously, she didn't see what that crappy wooden box was going to do to help them. It made more sense to go back to her TARDIS, where there were actual, proper weapons.