The Demise of the Annoying Female

The Mentalist sat on the park bench, as the female wandered over. He was alone apart from her.

He'd just been sitting, watching the world pass by and trying to get some peace from the ruckus in his head. The amount of times his others had wandered around in his head, ranting and raving about whatever came into his head, was immense and gave him more than just a headache. It angered him a lot and whoever this was was not helping.

As she spoke to him and posed, he took a look at the woman. His fist tightened in his pocket, around his pocket. Two things were obvious to him, so he let her know. He muttered.

"What did you say to me, you stupid skank?"

He felt the cold metal of his blade start to warm against his hand. He didn't care who this was, anyone who tried that kind of trick on him would be quick to die. She had mistaken his sole identity and that kind of behaviour irritated him. As he conversed with his alters, loosing himself in his head, he walked back into the black.

There they all sat; his angered alter, his childish alter and the gate keeper. The gate keeper turned her head to him and then turned back, not even saying a word to him. The childish alter simple sat in the corner, playing with a few toys and laughed quietly to himself, quite happily. The angered alter turned to glare at the core personality who'd just come in.

The core's words to them were spoken aloud, his only way of talking to them. He had no voice from the outside in. His speech was very quiet, so much so, he hoped the blonde didn't hear him. He didn't want to ruin the surprise.

"Does anyone actually care, if I get rid of her?"

Inside his mind, the gate keeper simply shrugged. She wasn't all that talkative. The child like alter took a look up from his toys and gave a little yelp, crawling over to the gate keeper.

"Ew! Get it away!"

The gate keeper picked up the childish alter from her feet and gave him a hug, holding him at her waist. He was only about eight and he still looked it. The angered alter spoke next, smiling, his teeth beginning to point at the tips slightly. He started to drool a little, licking his teeth.

"I'll do it if you want."

He let out a breath, that only showed his insanity more.

"I'd like to cut a slice through her..."

The core nodded, but didn't switch yet. He left his head for the time being and glared at the female in front of him. He wondered if she would go away, if he stared long enough.

The minute she put her finger to his lips, he grabbed her wrist and threw it off. He glared at her, that murderous tint in his eye. The Mentalist had no idea what the girl was talking about. He lent forward onto his knees, his arms resting on his legs. The man kept looking up, this female getting far more irritating with every passing second. Every single move she made was just so annoying, her behavior just wasn't acceptable.

As she blushed in front of him, he looked up at her, trying to be as sympathetic as he could. It was obvious this woman was delusional, and he knew how that felt, but he'd be nice before he killed her.

"Okay there, Miss. I'm-for-sale-buy-me, can you stop calling me Doctor? It's not my name. And for one, for the love of Rassilon, stop touching me. I really don't want any contact with you."

He stood up, now very angry. Her last comment had annoyed him so much, the prospect of being married to her, against what he'd had, just rubbed salt in old wounds. He stole the book from her, closed it and put it on the bench behind him, not removing his eyes from her. Grabbing her top, he held her up in the air for a while.

"Get this into your thick head. I will never marry a girl like you, people like you disgust me. And believe you me, I'm not disgusted easily."

He smirked as he brought out the blade from his pocket and let the point rest against her side. Hopefully, she'd get the message and sharpish.

The Mentalist watched her as she spoke, making sure the knife was kept into her. He took in her comments, replying to each one in turn.

"I feel exhausted. And what are you talking about?! I haven't driven one of those in years."

He watched her finger and got even more irritated, one of his alters popping up.

"Oh just kill her now! I can't hold back for much longer, this thing needs to die."

The core kept quiet, not replying to his counterpart. He replied.

"So you do have a name. More than I expected you to remember. Right."

He stopped. Wait a second, this could be... He smirked, finishing his replies, taking on a guise.

"Oh, River Song, I'm sorry, I didn't recognize you. Yes, please, call me Doctor."

he turned back to the diary, smiling at her. Taking a glance at it, he turned back to her.

"Alright, I won't look. I won't spoil it for myself."

Letting her down, he laughed, putting a hand behind his head in embarrassment.

"Yeah, this one is a little rough, terribly sorry. It's fun, yes, I suppose it is."

Taking the blade back and putting in his pocket, he picked up her glasses and hand them back. He smiled as their hands touched, his alters speaking up.

"What the heck are you doing?! You're an idiot-"

His whispered to himself.

"It's all part of it, be patient."

Coughing, he went back to River. The clouds had already come over, causing the sky to turn black with the night. The street lamps in the park had caused them to tint orange, turning it into a beautiful picture.

The Mentalist looked to River, figuring her out. t was obvious, by the way she acted, she was in love with 'The Doctor'. he could have a lot of fun with her now. He kept smiling at her, trying to lure her in.

"So, River, now you've found me again, why don't we go somewhere a little quieter... How about I take you out for dinner somewhere, where we can talk properly? How's that sound to you?"

Grinning sweetly, he waited for her reply.

At River's first comment, The Mentalist just grinned and replied, showing no malice.

"As I said before, sorry! Yeah, my eyes do change, looks like I became a little blind. The contacts aren't helping much, sadly."

He laughed.

"I don't think I'll be able to read the book anyway, being blind and all. And thank you, this is turning out to be one of my favorites so far."

He winked at her, but was thrown off. As River let out a sound, he twitched. He was caught off guard by her, he'd not expected something as smutty as that. Trying not to get too agitated, he simply smiled. His alter reared behind him, The Mentalist's physical shadow changing a little behind him. That hadn't happened before, but hopefully, she wouldn't notice. Even in the shadow, the pointed teeth could be seen. He replied to her comment, playing around with her, mocking her happily and trying not to offend her.

"Romance, my dear, what are you suggesting?! I simply see this as two friends going for dinner. But, I am glad you like the idea-"

He froze a little, getting nervous. What on earth was this human trying this time? He continued, his voice a little jumpy.

"Oh? I'm not too much of a writer, bit clumsy with words."

He didn't expect what came next. It was then the shadow and the core switched. He let her do what she wanted, knowing she now deserved her fate. As she puled back, he tried to mimic the core who'd receded. The alter spoke.

"Why would you hurt me?"

He gave a little laugh, letting grow into a loud manic one. He continued, looking at her, the pointed teeth showing well. They weren't the size of vampire fangs, no-where close, but they were sharp for normal teeth. It was sure to scare her.

"That'd be a really stupid idea, Blondie. I expect no more of you though-"

He took out the blade and lent forward, whispering in her ear. Placing it on her throat, his voice turned into a slight snarl.

"You know how I said I was The Doctor?"

He pressed the blade down on her skin.

"I lied."

The Mentalist smiled, as River started to realize her fate. His teeth were pointed now, saliva coating them. His hand pressed the blade into her more, finally feeling the skin break.

Hearing her croak out a few words, he laughed quietly in her ear, answering.

"Your precious Doctor is such a liar... I am a time-lord. Read the inscription on the metal in your neck, then tell me you love me."

He was of course being sarcastic. If she'd been as close as she'd said she was to The Doctor, then reading the inscription on his blade should not been a problem. And more so, she should know his name.

Taking the blade away from her neck, he flashed it in front of her eyes, teeth covered and dripping with saliva. He really was insane.

"Read it."

The Mentalist took the blade back from her eyes, snapping it away. Then, standing in front of her. He kept an eye on her, making sure she wouldn't go away.

Seeing the blood seep down from her neck, he grinned, licking his lips. Taking his index finger, he ran it along the line of the cut, letting it run down him. he laughed quietly, then shook his hand of the blood.

He could see she was scared, enjoying every second of it. The mentalist leaned forward, stared at her and grinned again, showing his teeth. He stroked the side of her face, with his bloodied hand.

"Correct, that's what it says. So, what do you know of me, River?"

Raising the blade back to her throat, he continued.

"I'd chose your next words wisely, my dear."

The Mentalist listened to her, being set off by her words. He became far more animated, throwing his hands up in the air and pacing around in a small circle.

"WHAT?! Not even once! He didn't say a thing about me?! I thought my reputation would precede me, even after the war. Now I'm really upset-"

He spun back round to River, as she asked him a question, looking quite angry.

"Did I say you could speak?"

As she did, he felt something inside him well up. He remembered something, from the core's lifetime. He saw the little memory play back.

That same cell. But with The Psychologist there, it seemed so much better. Bigger, warming, everything that she was just seemed to seep into the walls. He could feel it, even now.

She smiled over the table at him, finishing up one of the last questions.

Leaning over the table, she gave his hair a playful ruffle, to which he smiled. Therapy was going well today, he'd behaved well, she was really grateful. Walking round to his chair, she knelt down to his level, sitting on the floor. Her black note book lay open on the floor next to her, as she looked up at him.

"Alright, we're almost done for today, you'll be glad to know! To be honest, I'm very impressed with you Mentalist, you're really progressing well. We've had a few blips here and there, but it's overall, very good. Just a last physical check-up and I'll leave you for today."

He jokily frowned and pouted at her remark of leaving, to which she laughed. She spoke again, sounding happy.

"Oh, you really are a character you. Right, can I feel your hearts?"

Nodding, she sat up, and he undid the first few white buttons of his top. Thanking him quickly, she placed two fingers over the area of his heart and closed her eyes, counting the beats and calculating a few things. He looked down at her, feeling her hands warmth. It was rare to have real contact with someone, so it meant a lot to him.

But underneath all his words, he was dying to tell her he was in love. Her voice lingered in his ears, like sweet music. As he kept glancing down, he saw her pretty face again and felt a surge go through him. He would have given anything to just lean down to her and give her a kiss then, but he knew he couldn't.

It tore him up.

He screamed at River, her words the same as hers. It caused him to switch, the core being thrown back out.

Gripping his head, he yelled again, sweat running down his brown and his teeth changing. He whined in pain, the transition not going smoothly. His eyes were caught somewhere between the two of them, his teeth sticking too. Falling back a little, he felt immense pain and yelled at River again, starting to keel over.

He started to take a few swings her, then went mad. Wildly swinging at her with his blade, he tried his best to hit her, in his state of rage.