Story 1 Part 3

Name: The Magician

Location: Gallifray

I'm dying. I have no more regenerations left. I have no family or friends left either. No one to remember me. I'm all alone, save a young girl. She hasn't noticed me yet. Her brother mentioned a name. Molly, the same name as my sister has. Had. I want to call out to her, but I'm far to weak to make a sound. So I watch as her brother hides her, hands her a gun, whispers something that I can't make out, and then runs away with tears in his eyes. The girl watches him until he is out of sight. In the distance there is a loud explosion, and she jumps. We can hear people screaming in the distance. The screams don't stop for a long time. Eventually they begin to die down, until individual voices can be heard sobbing and calling for help. Soon there is silence, and Molly begins to cry. I want to comfort her, but I can't move.
Presently a man approaches, smelling of sewer water and cigarettes. He stumbles as he walks and as he comes nearer, a gun is visible in his hand. He grabs the girls arm and points the gun at her heart screaming at her to give him money. She insists she has none and the man shoots her in one of her hearts.. She tries to get up and run, but the man knocks her down hard. She shoots at him with her gun, but the man knocks it away and kicks her in the chest with a dirty boot, hard enough to stop her other heart. Her hands begin to glow as she flies about nine and a half feet before landing on a shoulder. She is dead upon impact. The neck is completely broken. It is bent at an acute angle. The bone is protruding slightly. The whites of the eyes are visible through cracked eyelids, but blood is flowing in and staining the eyeballs red. Blood is flowing freely from the corpse's chest and head. There is already a small pool of red around it. The man runs several steps before vomiting and passing out. All of the noise has attracted Daleks. One of them informs me that I will now be exterminated. A jet of light hits me, filling my body with blinding agony.

Part two story one,

Name: The Warrior
Location: Gallifray

The Doctor and I split up. He's hacking the system, I'm taking care of the guards. I'm much better at combat than they are, but there's a lot of them. There are at least two per hallway, more in high security areas. We're heading towards one of the most high security places in the building.
I finish the guards in twenty six minutes. By now the Doctor will have finished breaking the security systems and will be waiting for my word. I pull out an Earth phone and text him "guards are out, proceed to vault." He responds, "Go find Molly. Take your father's TARDIS and get you and Molly out of here. I will find you. London, 2012?"
I return my phone to my pocket and run. It will not take the Doctor long to find The Moment. I start towards Molly. On second thought, I should get the TARDIS first. There's gonna be Daleks out there, and I don't want her getting hurt.

Molly's father had owned his TARDIS since he was ten. It was his pride and joy, and as soon as I was old enough to reach the console I was taught to fly it. I am nmw a licensed driver, and he was teaching Molly when the war started.

Five blocks from my house, I pass a homeless person still out on the streets and not dead.
"Sir, you need to get out of here!" I shout.
"I'll be fine," says the man. "Death would be a relief. I had a wife and six kids this morning. Now me and Harrison are the only ones left." He gestures to a stall lump in the debris surrounding them that I make out to be a sleeping child. "I'm out here trying to make a few bucks so that we can get out of here. You wanna buy?" He gestures to a pile of what look like normal plastic bags.
Something in me is tugged by this sad old man. "Sure, what are you selling?"
"TARDISes"
I pause. "What?"
"I used to work for the company that made them, before it was destroyed. Now I make them on my own. They took my license after I moved on to the streets, so I can't escape."
"What model are they?"
"The latest, 567.0."
"How much do yo want for it?"
"I want fifty pandas and two promises from you."
I hand him the money. "Yeah?"
"I want you to promise me that you'll live, and I want you to promise that you'll remember me and my family. Can you do that?"
"Of course I can. What's your name?"
He opens his mouth to answer, and then collapses as a bolt of electricity hits him.
I look to the left to see four Daleks approaching. My gun's out of bullets. I can't take them. I make a split second decision and grab the small bundle of rags lying at my feet, then pull one of the plastic bags over my head.

Story 1, Part 1: The Day

Name: The Warrior
Location: Gallifrey


I am an older man now, content to sit in my armchair in my luxury apartment. This man is to old for adventure. My next body may choose to travel again, but this self is content to read about the journeys of others relaxing by my fireplace, knowing that I will most likely leave this building ever again with this body.

That was four months, fourteen days ago. I'm not sure exactly what I look like, I haven't stopped by a  mirror since last time I died. There aren't really any mirrors left to check. Our homes have been destroyed along with their residents. Judging by evidence at hand I'm quick, smart, and strong enough to have gunned down eighteen Daleks and counting with little sister in tow and angry enough to burn their bodies. Molly is tired and anxious about almost being killed every nine minutes or so, I'm tired and anxious about her almost getting killed every nine minutes or so and angry about it. Molly can't die. Molly hasn't even chosen a name for herself yet, she's not old enough. Ten years old and she's already gone through her first regeneration. We've got the Time War to thank for that, and the Daleks to thank for the fact that her parents weren't there to help her through it. She watched them died. I watched them die and I refuse to watch her die as well. The Doctor, however, I would gladly kill.
"Why are we here?" Molly is covered in sweat and dirt. There is blood running down her right leg, a fact that only adds to my anger.
"This is where The Doctor told us to meet him. He'll be here soon. We are going to end this war today. You can rest if you want, but be ready to move." I shiver. Night's falling fast, the two suns are casting long shadows, one on each side of every object. In terms distance a man appears, one who insists on an old, Earth made leather jacket instead of the traditional Gallifreyan robes. The oncoming storm. I open my mouth to say something angry to him, but he beats me to talking.
"What the hell is Molly doing here? I thought she was leaving the galaxy in her father's TARDIS last night?"
"There was an accident last nigh. Our mom and her dad were killed. As you can see, we regenerated. The plan now is we take out the guards, you grab The Moment, me and her fly to Earth in her father's TARDIS and you stay back to set it off and Then meet us in London, 2012. How does that work?"
"Fine. But what is Molly going to do?"
"I know how to use a gun. I can fight," Molly interjected.
I walk over to her, stepping over piles of rubble. "Yes, or you can stay here. I don't feel like losing any more family, and you're no match for a member of the Gallifreyan guard. They will have their best men protecting their weapon and they'll shoot to kill."
She pouts, but she is feeling more frightened than brave and allows me to lead her to a hidden spot behind a small hill of debris.
"Stay here," I tell her, and press a gun into her small palm. "Take care of yourself. And listen to me, because this is important." I take her hands in mine and crouch down so that our eyes are level. "Molly, you are more important to me than anything else in the world. Believe me when I say I'm coming back for you. I'll see you in a bit."