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Well its a Thursday morning, and as most of you know i hate thursdays, and love Doctor Who!

So here is a chapter (chase scene) out of my 'fan fiction'. Kered, just to explain, is a thirteen year old, in short, made to look older, possibly 18-22, by some aliens who control time, the Forensist. She watched her parents and family die before her eyes, slowly turn to dust. Her friends think shes dead. But last moment she met the Doctor. At this point in time she's known him for a couple of months, sorry to skip a bit. Ah, and yes, she's a tomboy.

Just to say; The Plasmavores were a race of blood-sucking near-Humans. They were commonly criminals, murdering people across the galaxy and drinking their blood. The name plasmavore comes from the latin word "plasma" meaning 'form or shape' and the latin word "voare" meaning 'to devour'. The word plasma could also be reference to Blood plasma, the yellow-colored liquid component of blood, in which blood cells are suspended.
And slabs are body guards made entirely out of leather, and come in pairs.

Taken out of TARDIS files.

Anyway,
This is;

Elixir of Life's Blood

Chapter 5

The Doctor groaned.
‘Eurgh, I’ve come across these before…’ He sniffed. ‘Tell you what, lets…’
He didn’t have time to finish his sentence before the Plasmavore lunged at them. The Doctor ducked out of the way and the Plasmavore crashed into the table behind him. Grabbing Kered’s hand he ran into the corridor, leaving the cursing alien behind.
Kered yanked her hand out of the Doctor’s grip as they rounded a corner, and sprinted beside him. His volleys squeaked on the polished floor.
A yell came from behind. At a glance back Kered saw the slabs and the Plasmavore in hot pursuit.
She collided with the Doctor as he skidded to a halt. He fumbled with his sonic screwdriver in front of dark green double doors. The thudding sounds of running footsteps got closer. Kered sucked in air through her teeth and jiggled up and down impatiently. She couldn’t take it. She shoved the Doctor out of the way and kicked at the doors. They swung open and banged against the walls, but they were already around the next corner.
Left, right. Kered lost track of their path. It was all so intense.
They swerved round a corner at a blinding rate. The Doctor reached out and grabbed a railing and flung himself up the stairs three by three, and Kered skidded and tried to follow.
She heard a click of a gun cocking and looked up to find a tall, roughly shaven man flanked by two slabs. In his gloved hands he clutched a Browning pistol, and it was aimed at the Doctor's head.
Slowly, the Doctor raised his hands. The plasmovore at the head of the stairs gestured to his slabs, which promptly went and secured the Doctor. Kered went stiff, but she didn’t move.
‘And what brings you to be in such a hurry?’ the plasmovore intoned. He had a strong American accent. He started to descend towards the Doctor.
‘Oh well, you know, stuff.’ The Doctor met the plasmovore’s gaze. Unfortunately the plasmovore took this as a challenge.
‘And who are you to be in these halls of ours?’ The voice was calm, yet threatening. The man radiated power.
He hadn’t noticed her yet. Was it possible he thought the Doctor alone? No. Plasmovore’s could smell out mammals, the Doctor had told her so. Why had this one ignored her? Did he think she was not a threat?
‘’Cause you’re wrong, bucko,’ she thought.
‘Oh, me, I’m nobody,’ the Doctor said in an innocent voice.
‘Somehow I doubt it.’ The plasmovore was now directly in front of the Doctor. He was slightly taller, and thicker, built like a body builder. He didn’t need those slabs. Maybe it was just custom.
There was a shout from behind. The other plasmovore! Kered had completely forgotten. She dashed down the next flight of stairs just as they rounded the corner. She heard a burst of gunfire and a thump as the first plasmovore’s slabs took a bullet for their master. The stink of molten plastic and leather wafted down to her. She tried not to choke.
‘Ah, Marcus. Hope I am not interrupting and business.’ The American spoke in monotone.
‘B-but…’
‘Oh, sorry. I’ll lend you some of my slabs. I have a whole collection in the closet.’
‘Harry, that is my quarry. You can’t just come and snatch him while we’re in chase.’ The plasmovore started to walk towards the Doctor, but Harry pointed the gun at his head.
‘Not a step more, Marcus old chap. You see, I caught this fella fair an’ square. You just weren’t quick enough.’ He tutted. ‘Respect your elders, and you might get a sip.’ He laughed. ‘Then again, there’s probably no more blood than that in this skinny bloke.’
Marcus looked stunned. ‘What…Hey, where’s the other one? Don’t tell me you’re gonna keep them both to yourself?’
Harry lowered the gun a bit. ‘What other one? I only got this man ‘ere.’
‘Liar,’ Marcus growled. ‘Thinking you can deceive me and cheat me out of my meal, are ya? Well I ain’t gonna fall for no tricks. Give her to me, Harold, or you’ll have to face the rest of the guild.’
‘The rest of the guild? How many are you?’ The Doctor butted in.
‘Shut up,’ both plasmovore’s said, and went back to arguing.
‘I ain’t seen no lady round here. You’re going delirious in your old age. Either that or your trying to wheedle compensation out of me.’ Harry spat.
‘Compensation? All of that blood is mine, and you’d better… she must’ve got away.’
‘Whoa there boys. It is a bit tedious me standing here being fought over. Why not you chaps come to some agreement over a cup of tea? Then we can all sit down and have a lovely time.’
There was a pause long enough in the conversation to hear a creak of leather behind her. Kered spun around and gave the slab a sharp kick in the chest, and it thumped down the stairs. Another one grabbed her ankle, and she lashed out and scrambled up. She turned around and found herself staring down the barrel of a gun. The Doctor stood behind with two slabs and he looked really downcast. Meanwhile Marcus was grinning like a fox.
‘Told you, told you,’ he snivelled.
Harry gave him a look, and he quieted down. ‘Bravo, bravo my lady. How did you manage to get past both of us, and Startch down there?’ He gestured to an unconscious plasmovore at the foot of the stairs, pinned under his own slabs. ‘My, you have done well.’
Kered stood there and gave Harry the calmest most mocking glance she could. ‘Oh, it’s not so hard, beating up blocks of leather and hiding from blind vampires.’
‘Vampires? Oh no, girl, we’re so much worse than vampires. And you were hiding?’ Harry pouted slightly and cocked his head.
‘Well, it was more running, and then eavesdropping really. No need to be so pedantic.’
‘Though I am curious to know how you didn’t alert our senses.’ He gave her an expectant look.
Kered shrugged. ‘Deodorant?’
Harry tutted. ‘Charms? Spells? Or are you cold blooded? Or let me guess…diet wholly on raw eggs?’
‘Eurgh, no. I really have no idea. Then again, you guys are the smart ones, the ‘superior beings’, why don’t you know?’
‘We… I am just curious.’ He rolled his shoulders. ‘ It’s is good to know your weaknesses and strengths.’
There was another pause as she was grabbed from behind by Starch’s slabs. Startch himself stood over her shoulder. ‘You little brat,’ he spat.
‘Nice to meet you too.’ She smirked and looked up at Harry again.
‘You’re not in much of a position to make jokes, little lady.’
Kered opened her mouth to reply but decided the better of it.
He turned to the Doctor. ‘You, man. Nobody. This,’ he gestured all around, ‘this, is the guild. The last of the plasmovore’s. You should be honoured.’
‘Believe me, I am. But the last? I knew you were endangered, but this close to extinction? Since when?’
‘Since the year 47 000. Those cursed Judoon. It was the first festival since… since our home was destroyed. Everyone was together for the first time in eons… when we were disrupted by that stinking shadow proclimation. It has always been one man for one self. But the guild,’ here he paused for dramatic effect. ‘We support each other.’
‘Doesn’t look like it. You shot at one colleague and left the other unconscious at the bottom the stairs. You were fighting over food, too. Lovely support.’ Kered tried to step forward but the slabs held her tight.
Harry scowled. ‘Times are harsh.’
‘Is that all you’re gonna say? Because for the second time I say it is a bit tedious standing here and arguing. Can you come to a conclusion already?’
Clever Doctor. Reverse psychology; a classic. Keep ‘em talking.
Startch hobbled up the stairs, and Kered was yanked up behind him. She stumbled over the last step and bumped past Harry to stand beside Startch. No one had said a word since the Doctor had spoken; there was nothing to say. Kered looked around. From the scowling Startch next to her, to the Doctor with his head hung and against his chest, to Harry and the slab-less Marcus grinning stupidly. She hissed through her teeth.
She couldn’t help but say something. The silence was worse than the argument. ‘I’m sorry to say, but your fly’s undone.’
Harry raised his eyes brows. She felt the grip on her right shoulder release as the slab raised its fist. Then everything went black.

The Doctor watched as the slab received the gesture from Harry. He saw in slow motion the fist raised, Kered’s smirk. He saw her eyes, the knowing, the sadness, the boldness.
He yanked and struggled against the slab’s grip, but they held him fast.
The fist came down, and there was a thump as Kered fell to the ground. The two slabs stepped back, their job done. The Doctor stared at the crumpled body and panted. His eyes were stinging.
He turned to Harold. The man stood there calmly, and slowly, an evil grin crept onto his face.
‘Let her go! Let her go Harold! I’m warning you, if you…’ The Doctor paused, out of breath.
Harry look at the man next to him. Bedraggled and defeated. Pathetic. He was desperate. And yet… Slowly, he stopped smiling. ‘If I what, hmm?’
The Doctor was lost. He had nothing to say. Desperately he looked over at Kered. She lay on her left side, and there was a nasty purple bruise on her forehead. She lay limp, unconscious. The Doctor bowed his head and looked away.
‘Tell me your name.’ Harold said. ‘ Tell. Me. Your name.’ The Doctor looked up to meet the man’s gaze. His eyes were dry. Harry raised a gloved hand and struck him across the face. The Doctor gasped and breathed heavily. Then, again, he raised his gaze to square with the man’s.
‘I am the Doctor. And if you know what’s good for you, you will release that girl now.’
Something in the Doctor’s eyes made Harry stop. Just for a moment, a hesitation. Then all trace of emotion were gone. He blinked slowly, and the Doctor’s slabs dragged the struggling man off. Harry snarled at the passing Doctor, and motioned to Starch’s slabs, which picked up the unconscious Kered and hauled her after the Doctor.
Starch took a step forward. ‘Whoa, Harry. You can’t…’
Harry gave him a mischievous look and turned to go. His footsteps echoed in the hallway, and he didn’t need to look back to see the faces of his companions, slab-less and meal-less, by the stairs. He smiled to himself. This truly is you day, Harry.

Well that was chapter 5, peoples.

Hope you enjoy!

Ellipsis