We Don't Want No Heroes (P)

Clara freezes as she looks up at the TARDIS, winded from her running. It wasn't till the door swings open to show the Doctor that she smiled, though it quickly disappears as a loud bark is heard from behind her. She jumps, rushing forward to grab the man's hand just as deep scratches appear on the back of her right calf. Clara cries out, falling against the Doctor as she steps into the blue box, kicking the door shut with her good foot. The companion's brown hair is windblown, her brown eyes wild with fear and confusion. She is bleeding from several small cuts on her body but mainly the wound in her leg. Her clothes are scratched and torn, stain with blood and dirt. "Doctor, I am afraid. Something.....invisible is chasing after me. It sounds like a dog and it can get into anything, go anywhere." Clara's voice is high-pitched with panic, the words tripping over themselves in their rush to get out of her mouth.

Clara collapses into the chair, carefully stretching out her wounded leg as the Doctor turned back to the console controls. "I don't know about that, Doctor, that....that thing also gave off a weird, I don't know, vibe. I think that its beyond this dimension." The barking starts to fill the woman's mind, blocking out all thoughts. She makes a sound in the back of her throat as she leans forward in her chair. Squeezing her eyes shut as she gripping the sides of her head, her palms covering her ears. Whatever this thing is, it's going to drive Clara insane if it doesn't kill her first.

[color=orange]Clara looks up at the Doctor, smiling slightly as she opened her mouth to say something but she is cut off as the loud barking of several dogs sounds off to their side, making her gasp as she lerches to her feet. She limps to the console, staring at nothing with wide eyes. A moment of silence passes before one final bark is uttered by the invisible creature, causing Clara to push away from the console and try to run but her leg wound still isn't fully healed so her limping slows her down dramaticly, allowing the creature to catch her.

By the time the attack is over, Clara's body is covered in deep wounds, her clothes practically torn off of her. Blood leaked lazily from her,pooling around her limp form, running a crimson stream down the stairs once it reaches it. Her brown is soaked dark red, her eyes open with lingering pain and shock, the film of death already creeping its way along the surface of her eyes. And finally, her pale lips still held her last word, the name if her best friend, her love. Doctor./color]

No response came from the body.

But deep below the surface of the Earth, a woman with wide brown eyes hangs from hooks and chains. Her expression terrified as she took in the gloomy, dark scene around her. She could see thousands of other souls hanging from hooks just like her. Most are screaming, the rest are in just too much pain to to make a sound. The hollering of the dead fill her head, making her ears ring as she called out for the one person she needs the most, though her voice only seems to both get list in the screams around her and echo so they only came back to her. "Doctor! Help me! Doctor!"

A blurred figure comes from around the corner, picking the bald man up by his neck and flinging him away from the Doctor. The figures rushes over to the fallen man, setting its feet on either side of him before dropping down on its knees. Now that the figure has stopped moving it is recognizable as a woman, a relatively small woman bit it was hard to discern anything else since she was wearing ratty and loose jeans and dark colored sweatshirt, its good pulled over her head. The woman leans down, whispering something into the mans ear before getting off of him and letting him run off like a dog with its tail between its legs. She manages to do all of this and keep her back to the Doctor. She crouches in her spit for a seconds before climbing to her bare feet, moving with a deadly grace that sends shivers down spines. She cocks her head to the side, her hood falling down to reveal a tangled mess of brown hair that has small clumps of dirt in it.

"It's alright, Doctor. There's nothing I would ask from you anyway." A scarily familiar vice comes from the woman. Her shoulders lift up once and then down as she seemingly takes a deep breath before she turns on her heel. What the movement revealed is the Doctor's last, late companion. The one who died before him inside his own TARDIS. Her face is streaked with dirt and her brown eyes now holds ancient anger and sadness. "Why are you alone? Why don't you gave another person traveling with you?"

[color=orange]Clara slowly reached up and fixes the Doctor's crooked, rumbled bowtie. "I came back, like I always do. I don't know how but I came back, with my memories all still intact." She gives him a gentle smile, though it could give someone the impression that they're looking at a sharp razor. "Now, enough about me, tell me about this new company of yours. Who are they?" Clara's tone is curious as she reaches up to gently touch the Doctor's busted lip and them the tender skin of his bruised cheek./color]

It was when he tried to chuckle that Clara realizes that her death left the Doctor a broken man. Her hand falls to her side, a deep sadness washing through her body. "This went all wrong." She says this softly as she pulls her hood back over her head before reaching up to place her fingers on his temples. She closes her eyes, using her abilities to both knock out the Doctor and take away his memories of her. Clara uses her strength to catch him before he hits the ground, settling him gently on the ground. She crouches beside him, brushing his hair out of his face after once again fixing his bowtie. "Oh, Doctor....Get your life together. Quit this job, find yourself a new companion, travel with them. Have fun, forget me....we'll meet again. I promise,clever boy." And like that...she's gone.

Clara watched the interaction from a distance, shaking her head slowly when it was over. All hr needed was a little push but he couldn't see her. Not yet, he isn't ready.

Clara will spend the next few months guiding him. Though it killed her to have him so close but yet still so far. She would sit on the edge of whatever bed he slept on at night, whispering in his ear, encouraging him to move on, to enter the TARDIS with a new companion and travel. Mainly the sweet girl who worked with him, Cleo, she clearly fancied him and Clara wanted the best for her Doctor....and Cleo would help with that.

Cleo reacts just as Clara knew she would. The girl gasps with delight, running around the dusty console room. The smell of Clara's blood from when she died is still there, faded but still strong enough for even her to smell from where she stood. She had to give Cleo points for not saying about it, she didn't even give any signs that she smelled it. After looking around the console room, Cleo runs back to the Doctor, having to tilt her head back so she could see him. "You said the TARDIS can go anywhere in time and space and that it is bigger on the inside. You have proved the latter, now prove to me the former." The girl pauses, tapping on manicured nail on her bottom before looming back up at the Doctor,her dark eyes lit up with excitement. "I'm a descendant of Cleopatra, the last ruler of Egypt... Can we go see her....or would that be a paradox?" Cleo is definitely Egyptian with her straight black hair, dark skin, dark eyes and exotic features. "Or do you want time? To, you know, get used to this again, by yourself. You said that your friend died in here. Do you need time?"