‘Maybe it was something you ate?’
Or, more like everything you ate. Oh wait a minute, what’s he trying to say now...?
‘Get me back... to... the TARDIS...’
‘I don’t think so, do you?’
Woah. Check out the eyes again. I think he’s actually trying to hypnotise me. How sweet is that? Shame he’s having a coughing fit at the same time, but still...
‘I am the m... ustard... and you will... o... bugger...’
And back down he goes.
Funny, but I never thought I’d be the kind of girl who actually does this. I don’t mean the killing the Doctor bit, I always knew I’d do that. Though, if he’d actually bothered to turn up sooner I could’ve probably been swayed... But no, I mean the gloating bit; the kind of speech that every bad guy makes in movies, just before the hero gets back up. I always swore I’d never do that, that I’d just be classy. Yet here I am, about to get with the preachy.
Just goes to show; you can take the girl out of the fanatical religious order...
Or, more like everything you ate. Oh wait a minute, what’s he trying to say now...?
‘Get me back... to... the TARDIS...’
‘I don’t think so, do you?’
Woah. Check out the eyes again. I think he’s actually trying to hypnotise me. How sweet is that? Shame he’s having a coughing fit at the same time, but still...
‘I am the m... ustard... and you will... o... bugger...’
And back down he goes.
Funny, but I never thought I’d be the kind of girl who actually does this. I don’t mean the killing the Doctor bit, I always knew I’d do that. Though, if he’d actually bothered to turn up sooner I could’ve probably been swayed... But no, I mean the gloating bit; the kind of speech that every bad guy makes in movies, just before the hero gets back up. I always swore I’d never do that, that I’d just be classy. Yet here I am, about to get with the preachy.
Just goes to show; you can take the girl out of the fanatical religious order...
‘Oh, it wasn’t just the mustard. It was all of it: a
composite poison. Amazing what a girl can rustle up in a pinch. Every part
completely undetectable, until the final piece drops down the hatch, then...
Boom. So guess what, Doctor? You didn’t finish off the fruitcake. The fruitcake
finished you.’
Wait, that sounds like
I’m the fruitcake.
See, forget the
toxicology lessons. This is the kind of stuff Madame K should’ve been teaching
me; how to give a monologue without sounding deranged.
Honestly, you spend
every day of your life fixating on killing one man, last thing you want to do
when you get the chance is make him think you’re some kind of lunatic.
Nothing much I can do
about it now though. The moment’s passed.
And...
Yep.
So has the Doctor.
No breathing, no
hearts beats, no nothing.
The Doctor’s dead.
wow
The Doctor’s properly
dead.
And I killed him...
How cool is that!
Okay, okay. Relax,
time to celebrate later. Right now let’s stay professional.
Like the way I just
killed the Doctor!
Careful Pond, you
almost broke into a snoopy dance there.
Got it out of your
system? Good. ‘Cause it’s time to call in the clean-up crew.
Plus, I promised Mum I
wouldn’t mess up her room while she was out. She’s always banging on enough as
it is about me leaving Raggedy Doctors lying about. Leaving a dead one on her
bed is gonna really wind her up.
Oh, and I need a new
shed.
‘Hate to leave you Doctor, but I gotta go call some people,
let them know the news; Melody Pond just finished off her homework.’
‘Is that so?’
ohmigodhesstillalive
‘Because it looks to me like you rushed it.’
…on his feet, so fast.
Need to move before -
ugh
can’t shift his hand from
my throat
squeezing hard
hard to breathe...
while he’s just...
ranting in my ear...
‘Here’s a lesson they don’t teach in Home-icidal Economics;
tamper with a Time Lord’s food while he’s still regenerating, and the only
thing you’re going to waste is good poison.’
can’t...
get..
Free! He let me free,
just breathe, deep breathes, keep breathing...
Keep watching.
Because he’s off
again, shouting, smacking his fingers on his skull like... what, some kind of
code? A reaction to the poison? A making-me-nervous tic?
‘Still. In. My. HEAD!!!’
Or a total insane
person.
‘Do you hear them? Hear them beating? The drums, the drums,
the constant drums! Tap, tap, tap, tap. Tap, tap, tap, tap.’
Gotta say, all I’m
hearing right now is the blood rush in my head, still trying to catch my
breath. Just shake my head...
‘No? You don’t hear them? What, not a rattle, not a patter,
not a single, pounding beat that NEVER ENDS??? Oh, okay. Well... That's
awkward. Now you probably think I'm some kind of crazy person.’
Yeah, that’s the
impression your fingers left my throat with anyway, you wacko. Hurts to try and
speak. Not that he’s gonna stop babbling anytime soon...
‘Wait a minute, though, what am I saying? This isn’t about
me. How egotistical am I, banging on about the rhythm, when what we really need
to focus on... is the Melody. Because, whoops! She just picked the wrong man to
murder...’
Don’t need him getting
any closer. Try and talk. Buy some time.
‘Listen, Doctor…’
‘There you go again, getting me all wrong. I'm not the Doctor.
Never have been, never will be…’
‘So why'd you pretend…?’
'Cause I'm like you, silly. I like to play with my food.
Though who knew a young girl could be so bitter! Honestly, I’m in awe.’
That cloud of dust he
just spat, darker stuff than before... like... like poison.
So he wasn’t lying
about the still regenerating protecting him. Okay, so better hold fire on plan
“B” for a bit. Shame though; I was looking forward to that lipstick seeing some
action.
‘So tell me, Melody... You poisoned me. Who poisoned you?’
‘Why should you care?’
‘Oh, I don't. I'm just curious.’
‘Yeah? Well that makes two of us. Who are you?’
‘I'm the question master - and you're avoiding it. Who
turned you into a weapon?’
‘You won't have heard of them.’
Kind of true I guess.
Not that that’s gonna stop him. He’s getting closer, moving hands towards my
head, his voice getting lower, hypnotic...
‘Well, let's find out shall we? Somebody's slipped some ugly
thoughts into your pretty little head. I think it's high time I looked into
it.’
‘Melody, Melody, Melody...’
whoa.
That was trippy.
Like his fingers
didn’t stop, they just went through my temple, touched my brain, unlocked my
head space.
I felt him walking
inside my mind. I saw him do it. Except...
It didn’t look like
him at all. Looked like this little mop-topped kid, out in the snow. Lost and
searching for the Doctor...
Snap out of it, idiot.
You don’t have snow in your skull, rocks in your brain maybe, but no ice. The
cold was him, whipping through your attic, blowing the dust off your
recollection collection. Pulling out secrets.
So what do we know?
We know we’re back in
the bedroom. We know his hands are off of my head at last. And we know they’re
rubbing together with glee.
Which means that he
knows...
Everything.
‘“Silence will fall.” I think I want that on a T-shirt.’
Listen to him, taking
the bliss out of our credo, laughing it up. So get back in the game Melody. He
wants to talk religion? Give him hell.
‘We’re just a joke to you, is that it?’
‘Not at all, I love religious orders! I used to give them
all the time...’
‘Oh yeah? You don’t really look like the “dog collar” type.’
‘Oh but I was. I was making Daemons run before you could
walk.’
Throwing his hands up
to his lips, in mock embarrassment, I can see where this one’s going...
‘Oops. Sorry, Melody... Slip of the tongue, didn’t mean to
bring that one up. “Demons Run” though. The infant child, snatched from her
parents, right beneath the Doctor’s nose. What a tragic waste of youth...’
‘I’m over it.’
‘That’s not what my
taste buds are telling me.’