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The weather on Earth was gloomy. The Marid didn’t expect for it to be much else – humanity was gloomy in itself. The skies were dark with the threat of rain or snow. The people pulled their coats tighter to their frail human bodies as the wind chilled through them. The trees drooped. The sun had begun its descent, and the clouds covered it gracefully. The Marid remained on the side of the street, watching with wide eyes as the humans passed it by. They were curious and ugly creatures – they were made of flesh and blood and of dirt, a far cry from the Jinn’s smokeless fire.
The Marid continued walking through the street, wandering to the park. The Vetales had reluctantly given the information of where this Dorothy girl would be. The Marid looked around. Soon, the tell-tale rumbling of a motorcycle met its ears. The Marid crept closer, watching as the motorcycle crash landed out of the sky. A girl hobbled off it and the Marid frowned. The girl didn’t match the description the Head of the Council had given. But she was a Lady of Time. She could change her face – not as easily as a Djinn, but they still became new people.
The woman hissed, pushing herself out from under the cycle. She muttered something that sounded suspiciously like English profanities. The Marid pressed closer, stepping on a leaf. It paused as her head shot up, glaring at the figure around ten feet from her. “Listen,” she snapped, reaching in her pockets. “It is not the day to mess with me.”
The Marid stared at her. The brown hair was slightly frazzled and messy – most likely a side effect from the harsh landing. Her eyes were what intrigued the Marid as it stepped closer – one was a dark brown, and the other green. It tilted its head.
“What do you want?” she asked, stepping forwards with weapon in hand. “I don’t think you rea—”
Whatever the human had been about to say, the Marid silenced her, enveloping her in its energy and taking her to the female’s chambers. The Marid stared at her, and glanced at the other girl cowering in the corner. Ace looked at her with concern, but looked back at the Djinn with a scowl. “If you think tha—”
“The Head of the Council will send someone by to extract information from you,” the Marid promised, leaving the chamber and sealing it behind him.
Blue leaned against the outside of the fence, rubbing his hand across his face. He wished he could say that he was beginning to regret agreeing. He wished that he had felt sorry for what he was about to do – for what he knew the Council was going to do for her. And yet, as he found himself watching her husband leave, he didn’t. Not when Mattie’s existence was on the line. If he could just bring Mattie back, if he could hold the human again and feel the warmth and love radiating off the man…
Well, Blue wasn’t sure there was anything he wouldn’t do.
The Djinn watched as Amy Pond left the house. He didn’t know what she did, he didn’t really care what she did. He only cared that once he was done with this… he was a step closer to Mattie. With a determined pace, he kept up with the human easily. “Amy Pond!” he called, catching up to the human easily. He grinned at her, his hair mussed and his eyes as dark as the first time they had met. “I thought that was you,” he said casually. Maybe a bit too casually.
Amy Pond wasn’t stupid, and perhaps they had never socialized after their first encounter, but she knew him well enough to realize that Blue wasn’t the type of person to chase down a stranger. He swallowed and looked away slightly. “The Doctor,” he said breathlessly, trying to remember the brief description the Vetala had given him. She travelled with the Doctor – the man sure got around, he’d noted – and she had given birth to a Time Lady. Her life was a very strange one, the Vetala admitted. But Blue’s job wasn’t to analyze her life, his job wa—
“Hello? Earth to Fluffy,” Amy said, waving a hand in front of his face. “How do you know the Doctor?” she asked, putting her hands on her hips. “Is he some kind of trouble?”
He blinked, taking a step back from the woman. She took a step forwards. “Uh…”
She stared at him, and he recognized her body tensing, readying herself for a fight. The adrenaline was beginning to come. “Why did you chase me down? How do you know where I live? Were you following me?” she demanded, glaring up at him with accusing eyes.
“I’m sorry,” Blue said quietly. “Amy Pond, I have to do this.”
“Do what?” she asked, taking an uncertain step back. Blue sighed and grabbed her, and both Djinn and human disappeared from the streets.
When Amy opened her eyes again, she was in a room with two others – a small Asian looking girl and a woman slamming on the doors.
The Vetales had warned the Ifrit about the Lord of Time known as “the Cutthroat”. He was a dangerous criminal – a murderer. The Jinn did not have qualms against murder, and the Ifrit was no exception. The Cutthroat preyed on human females – who were, generally speaking, the weaker of the species. The Ifrit figured that this did not mean that the Cutthroat was an enemy that should be feared. If he only murdered the weak ones, then did he really pose a threat? Nonetheless, the Ifrit took heed of the advice of the Vetales. They had already sent someone to observe the Cutthroat before the Ifrit captured him.
The informant hadn’t been heard from again. The Head of the Council wondered if perhaps the Cutthroat had been munching on a particularly salty human food and perhaps threw it at the Jinn in defense. An unlikely story, but one that was only meant to calm the Nameless Ifrit’s nerves. It was very hard to kill or even capture a Jinn – particularly if the person was not a Jinn. It was much more likely that the informant had not been properly trained for the human world and got himself stuck inside of a steel contraption, or he had been driven mad by the humans’ abysmal love for singing, or perhaps he had really been the unlucky recipient of a salty food.
A cough came from behind the Ifrit. It turned around, staring into the dark eyes. A dark man stood in front of him, a wide smile plastered to the face. The Ifrit’s nose twitched and he tilted his head. The man was a Lord of Time. “Looking for me?” the man asked rather politely.
“Yes,” the Ifrit returned, just as politely.
“I met your friend,” the Cutthroat said, pulling out a Ziploc baggy. The Jinn’s ashy soul had been swept up. The Ifrit took the bag and frowned at it, looking up at the Lord of Time. “Salt? Really? That’s your big weakness?”
The Ifrit stared evenly. “Aspirin? Really?” it returned. “Even the Jinn can take human medication.”
The Cutthroat scowled and the Ifrit smiled, its eyes flashing a dark blue. The Cutthroat patted himself down, trying to feel for the salt that the Ifrit had discarded. The Ifrit took a step closer. “Are you responsible for messing up the time line?” he asked, crossing his arms.
“Yes, we are. And that is why I am to take you.”
“Yeah? You’re crazy if you think that just kidnapping me is going to do you any good.”
“And you’re crazy if you believe we won’t get information from you one way or another,” the Ifrit said, politely as it grabbed the Cutthroat’s arm. “We hear that the ‘regeneration’ is a very vital part of your existence. We would like to see it in action.”
The Cutthroat frowned and pulled out a knife. The Ifrit sighed and turned to energy, enveloping the struggling Time Lord.
For Pippa, Aixa reminded himself quietly. He shivered as he continued walking towards the group of people. His feet were bare and he was sure that he looked three shades of disgruntled. His hair lay, tangled, against his head. His eyes were still red from crying. He was terrified for his mistress; he didn’t want any harm to befall her, but it seemed that he had an uncanny knack for getting her into situations that she wouldn’t even be in if she hadn’t met him. It was a terrible feeling for the young Amir. He looked exhausted – he still hadn’t recouped from the Nothing, and he was already kidnapped and being forced to kidnap a Time Lord.
For Pippa.
He didn’t want to do this. He didn’t want to kidnap someone away from their friends or their family or their anything. Aixa stopped a few feet away – he heard an annoying sounding Australian and stared at her, wondering if he was to get her. But no, his orders were for the Doctor. And if he came back with someone besides the Doctor – then the Head of the Council would kill Pippa. Or hurt her. And Aixa wouldn’t be able to tolerate himself he let another one die. Especially not her. He just wanted a friend and he had finally found that friend. Why was she being taken away from him like this?
It wasn’t fair.
He felt a pair of hands on his shoulders. He stared, looking at straight at the celery on the lapel. He hadn’t thought this through. He hadn’t planned what he would see to the blond man that had helped him save his mistress. The betrayal tasted acrid on his tongue, but he had to, because of Pippa. He opened his mouth, but only whimpers came out. The Doctor was talking but he couldn’t understand because he just wanted Pippa to be safe and they were so far away and he had never been in a different dimension than his mistress. His legs wobbled underneath him, but he remained staring steadfastly at the celery.
“Aixa,” the Doctor repeated, his voice finally cutting through the haze. “Aixa, what’s wrong?”
“Pippa,” he said finally. The Doctor’s grip on him tightened. “They took Pippa.”
“The Nothing?”
Aixa shook his head and swallowed thickly, trying to get the Doctor to let go of him. They were going to kill Pippa. “I’m sorry, Doctor!” he snapped, pulling his arm away. A spark of pale blue energy erupted between them, pushing the Doctor back. Aixa was running on sheer determination. He could feel the fire within him and he didn’t think that was supposed to happen. “They took Pippa. I have to do it.”
The Doctor was a very smart man, Aixa figured, because he seemed to realize Aixa wasn’t there for a social call. The Doctor glanced around. “Aixa, I can help you.”
“Yes, you can,” the Amir said quietly, grabbing the Time Lord’s arm.
“You don’t have to do this.”
For Pippa.
“You don’t know anything,” Aixa snarled, trembling and trying to find the TARDIS. Where had those annoying girls just gone?
The Doctor sighed. “So what did ‘they’ tell you to do?”
“I…” he trailed off, unsure. To bring him and the TARDIS. “I’m sorry, Doctor. I’m sorry,” he mumbled, enveloping the Doctor and the TARDIS in faint energy.
Inside the TARDIS, gold energy snaked through the ‘machine’. The TARDIS was put into the Council’s meeting chambers. The Doctor was put in the male chambers. And Aixa walked stubbornly into the room of the Ummaar, trying not to let on his desperately low amount of energy.
“I know that you know her,” the Head of the Council said simply. The Ifrit was staring out of the Council’s window, looking bored. Blue frowned. “She met you, and she met the Time Lord called The Nomad,” it said. The Head of the Council was still in the form of the younger boy with eyes like the sky. They unnerved Blue, but the Amir decided to remain silent about the way the eyes reflected everything. The Head of the Council stared at him, and then shifted his gaze to the image of Mattie. Blue felt a flicker of anger as he saw the Djinn curl its lips.
But he knew not to demand that the Head of the Council not look at Mattie. He didn’t deserve to, but Blue didn’t know of many people who deserved to know the human. Blue included. Blue sighed, slipping back to the human world. Both seemed dreary, although he was beginning to favor the Jinn world. Because even though Mattie wasn’t alive he could still see him, although Mattie’s image was burned into his skull. Love was a very curious thing, and Blue had never thought he would have to bother with it so much.
He slid his legs through the railings of the bridge, resting his head against the wood. The girl beside him looked over at him. It was where he and Elizabeth had left – she’d mentioned she liked to visit the bridge to gain her thoughts, and Blue could have followed the Vetales’ advice and waited until she arrived home, but this seemed somehow more fitting. If he had to kidnap her, why shouldn’t he do it in the best way he knew how? “Blue,” she said, gripping the rails and not quite looking at him.
For a moment he was surprised that she still remembered his name, but perhaps he had made an impression on her like she had on him. It was doubtful. He moved his head, looking at her features. “Elizabeth,” he returned, although his mind whispered Mattie adamantly. The wisps of blonde hair, the dark brown eyes… He took a deep breath and looked away. “Have you painted anything new?”
Elizabeth nodded, tugging her jacket closer to her thin body.
“Have you ever made a mistake?” he asked quietly. “A very bad one?”
“Everyone has,” she responded, looking at him curiously. “It goes two different ways, I think. Either you keep making the mistake, or you learn from it.”
Blue swallowed thickly. “What if you could fix this mistake, but only if you did something bad?”
“Then it isn’t really a ‘fix’, is it?” she inquired pointedly.
Blue squeezed his eyes shut. If he did what the Jinn was expecting him to – to kidnap these people and torture information out of them – then what did they make him? The Jinn were never one to keep up with their promises. Still, if there was even a small chance that Mattie could be brought back…
“Is this about…?” she trailed off and gestured to herself. Mattie, she probably meant, since Blue was convinced that she was his long-lost twin sister except he would about twenty years older than she was if he were still alive.
“You have to forgive me.”
“Why?” she asked, pulling away from him.
“I have to do this. I’m sorry,” he said, seeing a flash of mistrust in her eyes as she shot up to her feet. Blue shut his eyes tightly as a flair of energy surrounded them, and wished they would have sent anyone else but him, because her expression was so hurt and he didn’t want Mattie to look like that.
When he opened his eyes, he was sitting in the room with the other Ummaar. Elizabeth Abner was in the female’s chamber rooms. There was a smaller and younger Djinn on the floor, and Blue could tell the poor thing wasn’t going to last much longer. He sat gingerly in a corner, watching as another Amir left the room.
It had been several months since she had crash-landed on Earth. She still hadn’t quite grasped the hang of blending in with humans, but she didn’t feel as though she particularly had to. Jenny gazed around the park curiously. Jack had sent her to go gather information about a strange spike in the rift. She wasn’t ‘officially’ part of the team yet, but that gave her a bit more freedom to explore around. The Time Lady looked around the park; it was typical Cardiff weather – cold. She was more impervious to the chills than humans, but that didn’t mean that she didn’t feel it.
A small figure stepped out of the shadows, yellow energy crackling around it. Jenny approached it cautiously, prepared to fight tooth and nail. Her father had taught her not to kill, sure, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t defend herself. It wasn’t as though she were going to do anything but prove that she wasn’t someone who should be messed with, although she had been made to be a warrior and could do much more. “Hello,” she called, sounding friendly enough. The yellow sizzled some more, and Jenny squinted into it. A figure was taking a step back for each step she took closer. Her eyebrows furrowed. “I’m Jenny Smith,” she said.
“Jenny Smith,” it repeated. The energy was still cracking, but it dimmed considerably. The figure looked like an exhausted man – guarded gray eyes and wrinkles lining his face. There were burns on his face and his clothes were ragged. Jenny took a step closer, concerned, but the man took another step back. “Jenny Smith,” he repeated, rubbing his eyes with his hands. “Are you the Lady of Time?”
“Yes,” she said, then frowned. “Well, no, I’m not sure.”
Jenny stared at the creature with a puzzled expression. “Jack?” she said, holding the communicator up with a puzzled frown. He had handed it to her and she’d figured that she could have puzzled it out, but she had been working on it for the better part of a day, and there was still no luck. “Jack?” she repeated. “Ianto? Owen?”
A bright light flashed and Jenny dropped the communicator on the ground as she was torn away from the dimension and tossed into a large room. She looked around, bewildered.
“Might as well get comfy,” one of the other females said.
The Vetales had warned the Ifrit about the Master. Just as with the Cutthroat, the Ifrit had ignored the warnings. The Master had a long history – a destructive one. The Ifrit was beginning to question if the male of the species were actually the weaker, because it seemed that the females were the only ones capable of holding their sanity. The Jinn crept through the streets where the Master had been last seen. They had learned from experience not to send any low-level Jinn to gain knowledge. The Ifrit let a sigh push from its lips, thinking back to the ashy Ziploc baggy the Cutthroat had handed him.
The Master had been a very tricky Time Lord to achieve. The Vetales recognized that he had been sent to a time lock – just more reason, the Head had pointed out, that they needed the secrets of the Lords of Time. The group of Ifrits responsible for the time line changing had been able to pin the Master down exactly, and then pushed the Time Lord from the time stream. The other Time Lords seemed to bring about too much destruction, the Jinn rationalized, if a ‘villain’ went against them. The Vetales had immediately groused about the new change in the time line, but had told the Ifrit where to find him.
The Ifrit sniffed. There was definitely a Lord of Time there – but there was something greasy and salty. The Ifrit tensed, suddenly thinking of the Cutthroat and the murder of the informant. The Ifrit gulped and continued further into the alley, listening to the sound of loud breathing and lips smacking. “I’m hungry,” the Ifrit heard. It looked around before finding a body, limp against the dumpster. The Lord of Time was shoveling paper bags and half-eaten garbage into his mouth.
The Ifrit’s lips twitched into a snarl. The Master’s body twitched blue. The Jinn knew the tell-tale signs of a creature losing its life-force. It was a very strange thing to see a Jinn go through it – the aching of energy, incoherence, and a ravenous appetite. This Lord of Time seemed to be a textbook case. The Ifrit tilted its head. The Master’s eyes were guarded but glassy.
“I’ll kill you.”
The Ifrit frowned. It would have to inform the Council of this Lord of Time’s condition. It enveloped the Master with its energy, ‘feeding’ the hungry Lord of Time its own energy. The Ifrit withdrew its energy when the Master was given enough to become functional. The Master blinked, his eyes narrowed at the Jinn, but a bright flash of light interrupted the Lord of Time.
The Master fell on the floor with a dull thump, looking around the room, agitated. His eyes locked on one of the other inhabitants of the room – the blond with the stick of celery.
They had warned Blue of the dangers that threatened him. Sure, he wasn’t to abduct a ‘dangerous criminal’ or ‘salty villain’, but Blue was still dealing with a dangerous Time Lady. She was a notorious Earth singer – Blue knew of her. Mattie had begun to listen to the Muse, this ‘Nana’ girl, shortly before his death. Blue ground his teeth because it was her music that had given Mattie the stupid hope about a better life after death. Why hadn’t he just wished for Blue to cure him? Blue felt a dull pain and looked down, realizing that he had been clenching his fists too hard.
Almost immediately, he could hear the voices. Voices?
Blue furrowed his eyebrows, but continued up the steps to the observatory slowly. The two females didn’t seem to notice his presence, because they continued with their song. A frown pulled at his lips as he listened to the words – they were sweet, surely, with a hint of longing. Although why he was analyzing some sort of ‘waltz’, nonetheless a human one, was beyond him. Because neither the singers nor the song were relevant. The only thing that was relevant was Nina – or the Muse – and that was because she had given him the idea for death.
The thoughts were bitter and pungent. A small part of him – the part of him that wasn’t clouded and haunted by Mattie’s ghost – warned him that it was what the Council wanted him to think, wasn’t it? Blue observed the other girl – she certainly wasn’t human. A Lady of Time. And yet, there was something distinctly human about the way they smelled. What had the Vetales said? A chameleon?
“Ah!”
Blue jumped, nearly falling down the steps. One of the women had stopped him and was staring at him. The other looked him as well, frowning. Blue shut his eyes and his energy enveloped the two women, tearing them from their observatory and out of their dimension.
The Muse landed on one of the beds, and the Goddess landed on the floor. “Ouch!” Taryn said, looking over at Nina with a frown. “What did you do to him?”
“Me?”
“Well the creepy guy with the fluff-bunny hair wasn’t after me,” Taryn argued, looking around the large room.
Aixa was running on several shades of exhaustion. The Head of the Council had supplied him with a suitable amount of energy, and now the young Amir could no longer feel the fire burning up his skin. It was a pleasant feeling, to be able to moderately move without pain. Still, his human form felt heavy and achey. The eyes were bruised and reddening. In all honestly, Aixa would make a fairly good zombie. Still, the Council had declared war and no matter how exhausted he was, he had to please the Council to ensure Pippa’s safety. He was too afraid to go see her – the Head had surely told her of his murder, and perhaps the Nomad had taken it in stride, but Pippa wasn’t the type of girl to forgive him of his trespasses so easily.
The Head of the Council had assigned him to this case for fairly obvious reasons. He had once been the Amir for the Time Lord. But that was long again, and Aixa doubted if the man could even recognize him still. Perhaps that would be for the best. His heart was slamming hard against his ribcage as he prepared for the betrayal. The energy exuding from him was pure nausea and nervousness. But the Time Lord could smell as well as Aixa could, couldn’t he? He couldn’t be so fretful. He felt light-headed and his legs were beginning to shake.
“Um…”
Aixa jumped, whirling around to view a young looking girl. Her blue eyes stared at him, a bit guarded as she crossed her arms over her chest, sliding one of her hands to her stomach. He followed the hand, looking at the slight protruding bump of her belly. Of a baby. And suddenly what he had to do felt so much more deceitful and disgusting. The Nomad had turned into a woman? And was pregnant? Aixa took a step back, deciding that he had seen some weirder things, although he couldn’t actually think of anything off-hand.
“Who are you?”
“You don’t remember?” he asked, frowning at the woman-pregnant-Nomad. “I-I guess it’s been a while, and you look very different,” he rambled.
“Aixa?”
Another voice – masculine, different from the Nomad’s that he remembered, but familiar nonetheless. Aixa turned, puzzled, staring at the newcomer. It definitely wasn’t the Leo that he remembered, but after so long, of course he must have regenerated. He swallowed. “Nommie?” he asked tentatively. “W-who is she?”
“The Phantom,” the woman said, looking slightly less guarded now that she knew the Nomad knew the boy. “You can call me Maria.”
“You have a baby…”
The Nomad smiled and wrapped his arms around Maria. Aixa stared at Maria, swallowing the lump. How could he kidnap a father? And the woman was obviously a Time Lady – if he didn’t take her, then what would the others do to Pippa? But she was pregnant – and if something happened to her…
Pippa.
“Aixa? Is something wrong?”
The Amir swayed slightly, his mind buzzing with thoughts to the point of incoherency. “I can’t do this,” he told his former master, wiping his eyes.
Maria stared between them. “Do what?” she asked.
“Aixa? What’s wrong?”
“But I have to!” Aixa told them, trying to make himself stop crying. “They’ll kill her! What would you do?”
“Aixa…”
“It isn’t fair!” A bright light enveloped all three – four – individuals. Aixa was thrown into the Jinn’s room. He squeaked, landing against another with fluffy hair. The male Amir pushed him off with a frown. “It isn’t fair.”
“What is?”
In the male chambers, the Nomad threw himself against the doors. “Where is Maria?” he demanded, whirling around to face the other Time Lords.
Across the hall, the Phantom rubbed her head and stomach, looking around with a raised eyebrow. “Uh… where are we?” she asked, looking around at the others.
It had been sent to capture a relatively low threat half-human. The half-human had traveled with a Lady of Time. The Vetales had already informed the Council that the man had no knowledge of being ‘half’ of a human, and that the half-human had very little in the way of knowledge. The human knew how to survive and, it would seem, that was the only sort of intelligence to be found. The Vetales had warned, however, that the half-human had killed many times before – even killed his own mother – when he was threatened or pushed into a corner.
The Amir wasn’t too worried; the half-human’s stupidity would surely outweigh the homicidal tendencies when frightened. It looked around the French park with quiet determination, waiting for its target. The half-human would probably come bumbling out of alcohol store with his stupid little th—
“Woah! You’re glowing!”
The Amir shrieked, alarmed. The Frenchman grabbed him, grinning into its face. “That’s so cool. Hey, did you know that I used to want to glow? I used to take those little glowy bugs and I’d kill them and wipe their glowiness on me,” the man continued, bouncing around the Jinn cheerfully.
Well. This was rather easy. The Jinn grabbed the human by the neck, frowning at the way the human tensed and began to flail. With a flash of light, the Jinn pushed the human into the male chambers. Riocard landed on his hands and knees, looking around the room anxiously.
Great. He was in a locked room who knew where with a bunch of scary-looking men. Riocard pushed himself into a corner, hugging his knees to his chest and looking at the others with wide green eyes.
She wasn’t an idiot. She knew something was coming for her. Susan Foreman held her hands steadfastly against her ears, her eyes shut tightly and her body curled under her bed. Arkytior was screaming in her mind because she knew what happened when people came looking for her. It was never about her – no one cared for her – it was always about that stupid man. That idiot. The Time Lord that had single-handedly ruined her life, leaving her stranded and defenseless with a human. A human that was equally stupid – getting himself killed by the Master. And her son… he was stupid, too, trying to be like the Doctor and getting himself murdered.
She’d recognized that she was being followed some time earlier last week – always the same creature, water dripping from its form. She hadn’t been particularly frightened until she’d realized that she couldn’t manipulate it. And she had tried – but the one time that she had finally managed to break into the creature’s mind, her body had felt cold and clammy, and she realized that water was running down from ears and eyes just as the water ran down it. So she’d retreated and gone to her apartment, pushing her furniture against the door and locking her windows.
A dull ache throbbed in her skull as she tried to relax. She didn’t remember how long she had been under the bed. It didn’t matter though. She shivered, feeling something else enter the room. Susan wished she was wrong. She felt water meet her foot and she scooted further against the wall, opening her eyes reluctantly. A pair of feet stood at the end of her bed, water pooling around them.
Her eyes flashed a pale blue, and the bed flew away from her, crushing the creature momentarily. She leapt to her feet.
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A spark of orange energy made the bed fall to the ground. She took a step back, glaring at the creature. “I don’t know where the Doctor is,” she snapped.
“We were looking for you, Lady of Time,”
“You’re wasting your time!” she snapped. “I’m not… I don’t…”
With a bright orange light, she felt herself being torn away from her dimension. She landed with a scowl in a room of others. Her dress was soaked – the consequences of trying to take over the Marid, a water Jinn by nature. She narrowed her eyes and stood, one of the lamps in the room bursting. She reeled in her temper bitterly.
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Zoe didn’t really understand why her university insisted in treating her any differently than the other students. The sixteen year old was, admittedly, fairly young to be getting a doctorate at the most prodigious university. But she couldn’t help that learning came naturally for her. It was the way she had been trained – to constantly feed herself new information. The other students kept their distance from the small girl, and the small girl kept her distance from everyone else. She’d recently come back from the Wheel to continue her education after interning at the library. The experience hadn’t been very intriguing, and she hadn’t learned very much.
Still, that strange man in a kilt and the ‘Doctor’ had left an impression. She occasionally had strange nightmares – of being kidnapped, of having to use her fighting skills against comic book characters that had come to life, of… well, the dreams were quite illogical and not worth spending much time over it. The only thing that was strange was that when she’d gone to get a check-up, a year of her life had seemingly vanished. Her parents were puzzled over it, but they didn’t seem to think over it much as she went to university. But that was the least of her problems.
Her main problem was that a man had been following her for a few days now. She’d gone to one of the professors about it, but he had brushed her off. If she couldn’t handle things like a ‘grown-up’, perhaps she had no business going to university. So Zoe had ground her teeth in irritation and left him, deciding that she’d show him who was ‘grown-up’ enough to deal with a stalker. She couldn’t go to the police – they would think she was silly, and it was maybe a little illogical to think that just because he happened to be in the same place everywhere she went that he was following her.
Perhaps he was just another pure mathematics major… with honors.
Zoe sighed and rested her head on her homework. She heard someone behind her and looked up. Her eyes widened and she opened her mouth to scream, but his hand clamped down on her mouth. She struggled and shut her eyes as a bright flash of light enveloped the two.
She rubbed her head as she landed on the ground, looking around at the females.
Great. She was definitely going to be late for her next class.
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