Return to Sender? [Dark Lord/Open!]

[The Second Doctor]

"No."

It was as though a bomb set off in Alec's eyes. Without warning he was in front of Amelia, his fingers pressed pryingly against her temples. He used the Timelord technique and physically looked into her mind. In seconds, he retreated and sat back where he had been.
"Yes, Amelia. You are lying. I guess that's what Thyrolian's do." he jibed.

"I don't have a niece, and that isn't the doll you perceive it as." he assured her.

He hadn't been able to see much, just name, basic details, he wished he could've known more. But he didn't have the time.
"Something bothering you, Ms. Trent?"

[The Guitarist]

Faster than she could react, the intruder was right in at her face. He even touched her and she didn't cope well with what came next.

Not only had he come into her home, he'd just invaded her mind. It sent her reeling. She couldn't understand how he'd done it, it was too much for her mind to comprehend. He jibed,
"Yes, Amelia. You are lying. I guess that's what Thyrolian's do."
She was in shock. He physically managed to steal information from her brain. He suddenly knew her name. But this Thyrolian-word, or whatever it was, she didn't understand that either. What kind of term was that? It sounded like an alien's name.

The sinister voice whispered in her ear again, the sound coming increasingly closer.
"Looks like you've been found out Amelia. You're not very good at this game...oh, you're confused. Such a simple mind. Let me explain. All of your real memories, they're locked away, in your head. You too aren't all you think you are. That pretty pendant you always wear is the key. Break it and it unlocks memories. Unlock those memories and you unlock the real Amelia. But what puzzles me is why, someone would want to hide you away? Answer me that."
She couldn't. A momentary pause was taken.
"I don't have a niece, and that isn't the doll you perceive it as."
She stood deathly still. She was paralyzed in fear.
"Oh, how right he is. Surprisingly. Clever one, this one."

She wanted to say something but nothing could quite come out. She was at a loss of words and courage. The intruder spoke again,
"Something bothering you, Ms. Trent?"
Opening her mouth to utter something, a force like a finger pressed itself to her mouth.
"If you dare tell him about me, I won't hesitate to destroy your roommate. I'll drive him completely insane. You wouldn't want that, now would you Amelia? Be a good little girl and do as I say."
She broke into a quick flurry of words, as her nerves got the better of her. She was like a rabbit caught in a trap. There was no safe way out.
"No, no, nothing at all, don't know what you're talking about, nothings wrong, nothing at all!"
She sounded and felt like a fool. She was being humiliated by both of these men.

[The Second Doctor]

Alec was up, possibly faster this time, again extracting information from Ami's mind. This time he was gathering as much as he could, little details to deep, dark secrets. To add insult to injury, he let her know what he was seeing.
"Ah, he's manipulating you using a physic connection of trust, mostly in the form of..." he trailed off, his teeth clenched obviously in thought.

"Nightmares! Ah, it's the Nightmare Child. Often disguised itself as a toy. Not much of a child anymore." he noticed.
This monster was the manipulator of manipulators, he could talk a pair of newlyweds into jumping off a cliff.
"You poor woman..."

Being a monster of the mind, even Alec felt a pang of fear if this is who he thought it was. From what the woman's mind had told him, everything pointed to it being the child. Suddenly he felt sorry for the Nostrovite, and decided he might let her go after he spoke with Amelia. Maybe...

[The Guitarist]

Soon after, the intruder invaded her mind again.
All her secrets were his to take and see. She was so helpless to it all, he was already inside and she knew he was gathering all the information he could. Her past, her wishes and her bi-polar disorder- all information he could find was his.

Amelia wanted to push him away and stop the experience but she was close to paralyzed. The man taunted her more, giving her a play-by-play commentary of what he was stealing,
"Ah, he's manipulating you using a physic connection of trust, mostly in the form of..."
Her stomach dropped to a few floors below. He'd figured out. The delusion- that was it, her room mate was as good as gone. But he wasn't finished yet.
"Nightmares! Ah, it's the Nightmare Child. Often disguised itself as a toy. Not much of a child anymore."
She could only assume this was true too. Sickness filled her whole being. He gave her some sympathy, expressing some fear himself.
"You poor woman..."

She screamed out in fear as the voice in her ear whispered to her. Malice dripped from every syllable.
"Consider your room mate's mind gone. You blew it Amelia. "
A little laugh graced her ear, a shiver racing down her back.
"He knows of me, though, I have not heard that name. No matter, I take it with pride. Oh, forgot to say, once your room mate has succumbed to madness, I will be back for you. Bye for now..."
She screamed.
"NO! LEAVE HIM ALONE!"
"You're pathetic. You're next in line, for sure."

[The Second Doctor]

Alec sat back in his seat deeper in his seat as Ami screamed. He was up again, not as fast, an this time with a hand on her shoulder. Almost comforting, but more calming than anything else.
"Amelia, you need to calm down, you'll wake the dead." he said without any particular sign of agitation.

"NO! LEAVE HIM ALONE!"

He could only assume she was speaking with the Nightmare. It was obvious she held no particular respect for him, probably assumed he was a freak with a purple LED lockpick. His other hand came up to her temple and this time, he transferred information about himself. Six others, and with the same sad, gold eyes as he had. The dome of Galifrey, the Untempered Schism...the Time War.

Besides pride, he had a hidden motive. He was trying to intimidate the Nightmare. Sure, he had killed, and would again in the future, but being a Timelord, he worked through the mind. He wasn't skilled in it, per se, like Arkytior, but he could give people a good scare.

"Tell this...creature, that he better show himself, and fast, that he doesn't scare me and that he should come out here now because I am talking!" he said, his features morphed in anger and annoyance.

Okay, let's say he wasn't always calm enough to be a good councilor, but this monster ticked him off.

[The Guitarist]

Amelia continued to scream, even more so when she felt a hand on her shoulder. It was from the crazy thief, but that didn't matter. She was completely out of her head with fear. Anything that touched her, drove her to another scream. She could barely hear him say to her, with no sign of agitation,
"Amelia, you need to calm down, you'll wake the dead."

She continue to loose the plot, knowing fine well that Christopher could wake up. Ami wanted him to. If he was asleep, the nightmare could attack and get inside his head, but if he was awake, the nightmare had no chance. Suddenly, the criminals other hand came up to her temple. Placing it on her skin, he transferred information about himself. Six others, and with the same sad, gold eyes as he had. The dome of Galifrey, the Untempered Schism...the Time War. Everything overpowered her tiny human brain. It could not process every bit of information and she suddenly felt her knees completely give. She even whimpered in shock, hands going to her ears, eyes shutting tight.

The criminal's voice rang out into her drained head again. The energy had left her.
"Tell this...creature, that he better show himself, and fast, that he doesn't scare me and that he should come out here now because I am talking!"" he said, his features morphed in anger and annoyance.
She felt her energy pool within her and drip away from her. He was building up energy to reply. She heard his voice, a distance away- as if he was by Christopher's door.
"Another one of my own. How interesting. Amelia, Gallifrey wasn't that beautiful. The only good thing was the sheer number of population I could pick off. I don't scare him? I'm pretty sure, if he is from Gallifrey, then that will not ring true. No-one on that planet was brave enough to face me like this. But... tell him this. If he's talking, then I'm not listening. La-la-la."
Amelia buckled under the pressure. She whimpered.
"He says, he's not listening. La-la-la."
"Good girl. Now, time to go get your room-mate."

[The Second Doctor]

Alec frowned. Amelia seemed terrified, as if there was a burden that had just overtaken her. Despite even his talents, he could tell he was in over his head.
"He says, he's not listening. La-la-la." Alec bit the area below his lip, drawing blood.

He could tell she didn't mean it, like she was being forced to say it.
"Tell him that's fine- I know where the doll is. He's practically powerless at this point." he said non-chalantly.

Alec knew that the Nightmare wasn't. He did know, however, where it was.
"Tell me Amella, do you really want to live in the shadow of guilt of knowing that you willingly submitted your mind to someone while they destroyed your best friend? Then again, you could fight it. Make the right choice Ami, fight it." he said, a convincing tone in his voice.

As far as he could tell, it was too late for that. But he had been wrong before, he hoped he was wrong now.

[The Guitarist]

Amelia noticed the robber bite his lower lip, upon the message being relayed to him. She let a few more tears dribble out from her pretty blue eyes. She was dead whatever she did now. This man would be getting rid of her when he was done with her, if the madman hadn't already...
"Tell him that's fine- I know where the doll is. He's practically powerless at this point."
She shook in fear, the water still pouring down her face. She tried to relay the information, repeating it in her head. There was no answer. She felt sick. So ill. She could feel her mood plummeting. Holding her stomach, whatever color was left in her face, vanished. Even ghosts looked better than she did.

She could barely take in the robbers encouraging words.
"Tell me Amelia, do you really want to live in the shadow of guilt of knowing that you willingly submitted your mind to someone while they destroyed your best friend? Then again, you could fight it. Make the right choice Ami, fight it."
Her whole being trembled. That nightmare had completely overpowered her. She felt ashamed. She was so weak and pathetic. She'd not even put up a half-decent fight. Her energy had left her, but she would try and take the robber's advice. He may have intruded, but he was right. She didn't want her best friend to be slowly tortured to death- she ... she loved him too much. He had always been there for her, in her darkest moments. Kissed her wounds, soothed her mind, held her until it all passed and he expected nothing from her in return. She decided she'd pay him back. Now.

Shakily, she wandered over to his door and leaned against it. She muttered aloud.
"excuse me..."
Barging into the room and swaying as she did, she wandered her way over to his bed. There was still a big lump there, but a calm one. He snoozed contentedly, snoring quietly. She hobbled her way up there, only to hear the madman's voice in her head.
"No-"
"SHUT UP!"[/font][/size]
She was starting to fight back. she searched her own mind for clues and as soon as she found one, she imagined it.

She imagined a taller figure, at the other side of the room, standing angrily. He was larger, sterner and had a face like a bulldog. He huffed once and said aloud.
"Son."
The nightmare child stopped. He uttered a cuss and turned slowly, his eyes wide and terrified. At least, it felt so., Ami was right, the nightmare had father issues.
"You're such a mess."
Neither could say anything to the burly man. He seemed cruel and his voice was deep, serious and condoning.
"It's a disgrace to be called your father. You are no-one's son in my head. You are not your mother's child- she couldn't give birth to something so wretched.
There was a pause.
"I bet you think this is hilarious Amelia. I bet you're thinking I'll squirm- you almost had me fooled. But then I remembered, I hated my father. I remember the night he died. I drank and danced because he was dead. He was a scumbag who didn't deserve my mother. In fact, it was a disgrace to be his son. So, nice try sweetie- but no luck. Now, what do you think you're doing?"
He laughed. he then crushed what little strength she had left.
"Christopher isn't waking up until I say so. And you my dear, won't wake up. Goodbye."

She could only hit the ground as she was sapped. It was only then, that good luck struck the pair. As she hit the ground, her roommate stirred. He yawned once and awoke, slightly. He muttered.
"Amz, you okay.... you don't have to knock. Amz."
he rubbed his eyes and started to wake up fully. there was no reply.
"Amz?! You in here? quit it, you're freaking me out."
Looking down beside his bed, he saw her knelt there, her hand on the undercover. She looked drained. He felt his stomach drop and gently picked her head up. Soon after, he'd got out of bed himself and picked the whole of her up. Lying her on his warm bed, he tried to get her to come around. As he did, he felt a weird presence in the room. It was just... hanging around. He turned his head and saw nothing...

He put the covers on top of her and wandered out of his room, in only his underwear, to find a strange man in his flat. He stared, blinked once and spoke.
"Look. Whoever you are, I'm gonna have to ask you to leave. This is private property."
It was a little embarrassing to have just been seen in barely anything by this weirdo. He had the right mind to hit him, but, he'd try and get him to leave first.

What was probably most interesting was the tattoo adorned on his chest. It made of intricate circles, all linked together and it looked incredibly sci-fi. It was a pretty design to him, gotten when he was a stupid kid, but to an alien, like the one standing in front of him, it was a language. An old, dead language. Spoken only by the most mighty of races. It made it clear exactly who was standing in front of him.

[The Second Doctor]

Tears cascaded down from her eyes, but Alec felt no pity. He smiled at she fought back, about to compliment when she was on her knees. Alec retreated to the living room and sat back down before he was seen.

A man dressed in only his undergarments (nearly giving him a heart attack) walked in, making Alec drag two split fingers from his forehead, down over his eyes, and finally off of his chin.

"Look. Whoever you are, I'm gonna have to ask you to leave. This is private property."

Alec threw his hands up defensively.
"Hey, you don't have to ask me twice. But before I leave, could I have just one glass of water? My throat is very sore. My apologies." he lied.

To be truthful, he needed something to wake the Nostrovite. He was going to drag her somewhere to kill her, he was going to "lead the way."

[The Guitarist]

Christopher watched was the man dragged his hand over his face. He raised an eyebrow at the odd gesture and felt a little self conscious. A little? A LOT self conscious. He really didn't want to be the other man to be there.

Rubbing his hand off of his intricate circle tattoo, he heard the man say.
"Hey, you don't have to ask me twice. But before I leave, could I have just one glass of water? My throat is very sore. My apologies."
This was just becoming strange. Some freak had just wandered into his house, his roommate had fainted and now, he was was asking for water. He didn't quite know how to react.
He said, uneasily,
"Uh... sure... I guess. You, uh, haven't stolen anything have you? We'd like it back in exchange for the water, not too much to ask?"
He waited on an answer, still rubbing his thin coating of pale chest hair on-top of his sci-fi piece. It was just art to him, but it was his real name. Not Christopher, but a self proclaimed space hippie, The Guitarist. He took no mind of it.

[The Second Doctor]

"Uh... sure... I guess. You, uh, haven't stolen anything have you? We'd like it back in exchange for the water, not too much to ask?"

"Actually, I haven't taken anything," he cursed silently, the Nightmare must've made him soft, "But I'll pay for you're trouble." the Timelord offered, retrieving his wallet.

It was then he noticed the tatoo, and his heartbeats rose moderately. This was a Timelord, like him. Must've been arched, though.
"Where did you get that tatoo?" he rasped.

He walked into the kitchen, and drew himself a glass of water.
"Thanks." he stepped outside.

Outside
"Wake up, sleepy head." he poured the water on the Nostrovite's head.

He stepped back inside.
"I suppose you'll be wanting this?" he tossed the glass back to the man, not caring of the danger.

[The Guitarist]

"Actually, I haven't taken anything, but I'll pay for you're trouble." the man offered, retrieving his wallet. Chris tried to stop him, in the least aggressive way he could think of. He wasn't thinking all that straight.

He walked over to the man and put his hand over the top of the wallet, trying to close it. He smiled, with his slightly crooked teeth, and said, as friendly as he could,
"There isn't a need for that. Thanks, really, the gesture is kind but I'll just give you some water and as long as you'll be on your way, that'll be payment enough."
he then backed off a little bit, wandering in the direction of the kitchen. Just before he'd done a full turn away, the man asked about his chest.
"Where did you get that tattoo?" he rasped.
Chris froze for a second. Where did he get that tattoo? He couldn't remember. He couldn't remember most of them, only the newer one's he'd got in the past few years. Thinking about it hard, he came to the conclusion that he'd had the chest one done drunk. That could only have explained it. He laughed nervously and admitted it,
"Tell you the truth buddy, I dunno. Really, I don't. Must've had it done drunk years ago. I used to do some stupid stuff when I'd had too much."

He was about to walk into the kitchen, when he saw the man get up and go himself. Christopher stood in the living room, feeling a bit confused... and a bit stupid.
Scanning the room, he spotted Ami's blanket. It was a cosy, brown faux fur one. Tossing it out in the air, he then wrapped it around himself. Wandering over to the kitchen door, he saw the man pour himself a glass of water and heard him give thanks on the way out. He saw the man step outside.

Not long after, he came back in. The man asked him if he wanted the glass back. Without time to answer, the glass was tossed and Chris tried to catch it. It hit off his blanketed chest first and then rolled onto his hands. A little shocked again, Chris thanked the man and asked him to leave again.
"Alright man, thanks. Mind if you could go, so I can lock the door.... still don't know how you got in... have to change the locks."
He waited for him to leave.

~*~
After having an ice cold glass of water poured over her head, the Nostrovite woman stirred, but couldn't move. She'd bled too much. Her blood volume was too low.
All she could make was a faint groaning sound. Death would have been more pleasant for her.

[Alec Harrison]

"Your locks are fine. Now goodbye, would want to overstay my...well, I can't say welcome. Anyhow-" he walked out the door.
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He gave the Nostrovite an "Are-you-dead" kick, tilting his head. He flipped his sonic in his hand, and scanned her.
"Don't be dead, don't be dead, if your dead I'll have to drag your corpse off to rot somewhere." he muttered in Galifreyan.

Alec sighed, what he was about to do seemed much to kind. But he simply wasn't going to drag this woman off. He aimed his sonic, and set it off. 

The hypersonic waves should've rejuvenated the cells where the bullets had been, closing the wounds and forcing out the bullets. Soon. New blood would be created if he knew anything about the Nostrovite biology. 

It was unnatural healing, however, and it was really gonna hurt.

[The Guitarist]

Chris stood by the door, clenching his empty glass, draped in the fuzzy brown blanket. Watching the man leave, he didn't say a word and let him be on his way.

Frankly, he didn't know what to say. He was still a bit freaked out by the whole experience, it hadn't quite washed over him yet. He was still going to change the locks though.

~*~

The Nostrovite woman was close to dead when the hypersonic waves from the stranger's screwdriver hit her. The bullets tore back out of her, like someone had placed an industrial strength magnet on the wound. A searing pain etched itself into her skin, before fading as the skin came back over. The new blood cells were created and it wasn't easy. It was incredibly painful.

The minute she could muster enough strength, she screamed. Writhing uncomfortably in pain on the floor, she grabbed anything the could and gripped it. Her cries echoed throughout the hall and did so, until the final bullet had hit the floor...

~*~
Inside the flat
Christopher had moved from the door, back into the living room area. He was about to go back to his room, to deal with Ami, until he heard the screams.

He froze again on the spot. His cowardice shone through, the yellow filling his aura. Paralyzed, Chris didn't move or make any sound. She sounded like she was being tortured- or something close to. He didn't know how to deal with it. He didn't know how to deal with a lot of things, he wasn't good at life. Survival was usually his core concern.

He nearly jumped out of his skin as the glass in his hand shattered, for no rhyme or reason. Re-animated, he let out a yelp, the fragment's crashing to the floor. Quickly putting his bloodied finger to his mouth, he sucked the blood away. The other cuts dripped onto the blanket or his chest.
"Tsk. Watch what you're doing. Never seen such a clumsy sleeper in my time."
Chris's head spun round, trying to find the voice. Seeing nothing but his darkened flat, he called out to it, finger still in his mouth.
"Whose there?"
Starting to get scared and angry, he shouted. He wasn't in the mood, the cut had irritated him. Even the neighbors could hear him.
"SPEAK UP OR F-CK OFF!"
He barked.

[The Phantom]

A young red headed girl walked around town, a worn shoulder bag held close to her side. A bored expression was apparent on her face, as she scanned the dark street with her emerald green eyes.

She had managed to find some small grenades, probably from world war II, in an abandoned military base, which she had at the time, thought it was the motherlode of wonderful things. Now, however, she had nothing to blow up with it.

Until she heard something. It was loud and coming from the apartment complex. A woman was screaming, at least she hoped it was a woman, and not a man, or else she would just have to laugh at the man being tortured. Otherwise, it didn't matter, cause she now knew what she was going to do.

She ran closer and closer towards the apartments, pulling one of the grenades out of her bag with a mischievous grin. When she saw them, she shrugged and pulled the pin from the grenade. Counting to three, as if it was the holy hand grenade of Antioch then she threw it close to them.

Even though she already figured that the grenades themselves wouldn't blow, considering how long they were exposed to the elements and other factors. But it would give them a scare. And after they figured out that it wouldn't blow, she had her sticky grenades ready for use. Just to mess with them.

Her ears and tail appeared out of her own excitement from the sport of the game. Her game, the game she had to win.