Slumberland [Eleven]

[issildia]

I’ll seek you out
Flay you alive
One more word and you won’t survive

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Destination: Earth
Year: Winter 2010
Location:Pevensey, England

The press of bitterly cold mists rolled in across the small English village of Pevensey as the morning sun rose over the not so distant shore. Smart bricked homes ringed the clean paved streets with close trimmed gardens glowing a bright dusky emerald amid the dawn light. Few people were up at this hour, farmers bringing their wares into the market, the rumble of the early train arriving at the local station. It was a quaint and pleasant little town to the passing foreigner or tourist. It appeared to be a well-tended corner of perfection on planet Earth, yet that clean pristine canvas was marred by a coil of smoke at the very edge of town emanating from an old rusting mill. It was nothing to demand attention, but it simply seemed a bit out of place amid the neat little street side shops and the village market.

The faint tinge of ozone was exiled from her nose as the soft crackle of backlash energy dissipated in her wake. The effects of this little trip were nowhere near as severe as those she had experienced before. Then again she had not traveled in time, but merely used the teleport function of the Vortex Manipulator. So here she was, the Torchwood huntress, appearing in the well-ordered backyard garden in the residential district of the village. The ground smoked a bit at Issildia’s booted feet before the cool mists of the area soon rippled back down to quiet the seared earth. Azure orbs moved steadily about the landscape. It was a mite bit warmer here near the ocean, where no doubt the currents brought both heat and bounty to the shores of England. It was still winter here, but snow was not heaped about the streets like back in London. A thin sheen of frost was laid over the gray-green carpet of grass and was laden about the windows and eaves of the nearby homes.

Issildia was here in this pleasant little village for one reason only. Over the last few weeks she had buried herself in every hint of rumor suggesting off world influence in the slightest. If trouble was going to rear its head, then perhaps The Doctor would be in attendance as well. It was a long shot, but it was all that the woman had to go off of as she stepped over a tangled bed of rosemary. She pulled her coat closed as the cold belatedly bit into her skin. Rumors suggested that this little English village was out of sorts, or rather was to idyllic. The mill to the south ran round the clock with no listed night staff, and local production of goods was beyond normal. It was as if these people never knew the comfort of sleep as they trundled on their way.

The gentle patter of conversation meandered about the modest central market that eventually came within sight as Issildia eventually freed herself from the back garden she had been deposited in. A patterning of burn marks was all that she left as a hint to her unusual manner of travel, hopefully they would be looked over next time the home’s occupants fancied a trip onto the back lawn.

Light conversations swam about as farmers and fisher folk laid out their merchandise in the neat wooden stalls. Her attuned sense of hearing caught only snatched bits of conversation from the village’s early risers, but it all seemed completely normal, as though nothing was amiss.

Abruptly the peace was broken as a child, a small brunette girl tore out of a nearby cottage, her ringlets tossing in her haste as her plump features were screwed into that of panic. Her screams rocketed through the cobbled square, her voice near incomprehensible. She must have been no older than four, and she stood little chance as a woman followed in her wake, her own brown short clipped tresses bouncing as she ran. The woman’s features were wound tight in an all to calm expression.
“Now Elisa.” She cooed as she swept the girl up in her arms before she could wriggled away.

“Don’t touch me!” The little girl blubbered, her high pitched screams echoing about as the market went on its merry way, ignoring the scene before them. Issildia stood as though frozen in stone, her eyes flickering over the older female…no..the…mother, with intent.

“Listen to mummy.” The mother said calmly as she slung the child a bit roughly over her shoulder, Elisa’s reddened face turned to fixate on Issildia.

“You…are.. not..my ..mummy!! “ the little girl crowed at the top of her lungs “Let us go!”

Issildia did nothing to stop the pair as she stood motionless, her eyes frigid and calculating as little Elisa was carried back within the waiting cottage, the door closing with a decisive slam.
Appearing not at all affected by little the girls plight, the huntress turned, whispering to herself, recalling what the girl had said, one single word shining with importance among all the other desperate utterances Elisa had screamed.

“Us…”



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Word Count : 840
Lyrics: Eyes on Fire, Blue Foundation
Tags: The Eleventh Doctor
Notes: Hope this will do as a starter

[THE ELEVENTH DOCTOR]

Got to get to you
_{GOT TO SEE THIS THROUGH}

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The TARDIS materialized on a frosted patch of grass, leaves being blown by the impact. It's bright blue outside made it stand out like a sore thumb in the dull fog that surrounded it. The Doctor stepped out of the large doors, a grin placed on his face. Amy and Rory were still on their honeymoon, and he had decided to slip away for a bit in the TARDIS. He looked around and frowned, it was a normal English town that reminded him all too well of Leadworth

"I decided to go on a trip and I get a boring village......" he muttered to himself "Bet they have a shut post office too"

It seemed like early morning, fog shading the ground and sun streaking through the cloudy sky, and not many were up or walking around. The only people he could see were at a small market that stenched of fish and other local produce.

Everything was so quite and tranquil, and his opinion, boring. Everyone seemed to know each other, but that wasn't that strange in a small town like this. The Doctor scanned the town. It seemed so ordinary and plain, like something out of children's book, yet one thing didn't fit. Smoke, seeping out of an old forgotten mill. He grinned like a little boy at Christmas, because now he knew this town wasn't all it seemed.

A local fisherman walked passed, the Doctor stopped him in his tracks "Hello, can you tell me what that is?" he asked, pointing to the mill.
"Just an old mill, hasn't been used for years" he said with a puzzled look on his face.
The Doctor nodded "Right, yes of course, ah I'd better let you get back to the..... Fish" he said with his usual half confused expression.

As the Doctor started to walk down the old path leading to the mill he heard a scream, a child's scream. The girl had be about four, probably having a temper tantrum like most kid's have that age. A woman ran behind her, short brown hair bouncing on her shoulders. The Doctor was far away from the pair, he kept trying to pick up what they were saying, but couldn't hear a thing.

"Can't be that important" he thought, while walking towards the mill. He turned around suddenly, he had the strangest feeling someone was watching him.

[issildia]

I look into myself but my own heart has been changed
I can't go on like this, I loathe all I've become

The crisp damp fog lightly blanketing the city coiled restlessly about the strangely garbed female as little Elisa was towed back within the cottage.

“Us” The huntress whispered, her accent tangled with both the classic English elongations and something else quite unfamiliar. Her thoughts rippled at the significance of that single word slithering about her consciousness. There was something terribly amiss in this shore dwelling village, that much could be for certain.

With little warning, her tracery of knotted imaginings was broken rather abruptly at the sound of a particular voice. Her skin prickled as nearly two and a half decades of training was set aflame. It was one of his voices, she had been conditioned to recognize them all with naught but a single utterance to go off of in the center of a bustling crowd. But there was not much in the way of other sounds to cloak the voice of the Doctor, and he had said plenty for the Institute’s agent to make a rough mental map of his position within the village market. ` Her feet slowly turned her body about, her eyes fluttering about the scenery.

There he was… Her breath caught in her throat as if the woman had ceased breathing entirely.

The burgundy bow tie at his neck, matching braces slung over his torso, a camel tweed jacket on his back to set a rigid line about his form; and of course the flippant display that was his hair.

He was the Eleventh incarnation, Issildia realized within an instant of taking in his appearance. There was something so very weary and ancient behind those equally young hazel eyes, something that marked him as the elder of his other former regenerations.

Her nerves calmed, the prickling of her skin abating as stringent layers of conditioning swept away the distracting apprehension to allow her to think clearly. So the Doctor was indeed here, all that she had hoped was transpiring, but this had to be handled delicately or risk the Time Lord realizing who and rather more importantly, what she was.

There were two options here in this moment, either lie in wait and hope there was some value in learning why the Doctor was here, or assume his that he was as brilliant as the rumors stated, and deem it realistic that he was also aware of the oddities of this village.

To lie in wait, or to act boldly? Issildia knew well that this may be her only lasting chance to make contact with her target. As such her body was moving with little thought, almost before she had made the vital decision.

When the Doctor turned back to where the huntress had been standing, she had already fled, only the faintest touch of a fleeting shadow flickered just between the local butchers and a small pharmacy.

Blood rushed through her veins amid the nearly inhuman beat of her heart, fingertips found purchase on sun bleached concrete to tow her body up over the lip of the pharmacy’s roof top. The Institute had always stressed the use of theatrics to unsettle your mark, and Issildia was well schooled in the art.

It was a brief but jarring fall over the other side of the edifice, but she did so with a well practiced drop over the edge to land softly with naught but a fine spray of dust. Her breathing still calm even after the short lived exertion to maneuver unseen around the Time Lord to his back. It had all taken mere moments to perform. After all, these feats of stealth and agility were acts she had spent the entire length of her life training to execute cleanly. Yet more effort was put into her next exploit than the dash over the rooftops.

A sharp voice came into existence mere feet behind the Doctor now that he had his back turned away from the distant mill. The accent was clearly from the north but again different, the faintest tinge that suggested an inflection gleaned only from New Earth.

“You see it, don’t you...?” Issildia spoke darkly from behind him, her eyes a striking almost luminescent blue that was beyond something seen in a mere human…something obviously otherworldly.

“There is something impossibly wrong in this village…and you see it.” She uttered, dipping her chin slightly as her head turned faintly to the side as though carefully inspecting the Time Lord’s reaction.

It was far better that for now she left her knowledge of knowing exactly who he was hidden; better to play the part of an off world stranger interested in the strange little village than an entity clever enough to know the Doctor on sight.

Issildia now settled into her part; her life would now depend on acting it out beautifully.

Words: 825
Lyrics: Evanescence, Away from Me
Tags: The Eleventh Doctor
Music: " I still have a soul" www.youtube.com/watch?v=EwAKU9SopM4

[THE ELEVENTH DOCTOR]

Got to get to you
_{GOT TO SEE THIS THROUGH}

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The wind whistled behind him as he he spun around towards the voice that was talking to him
“There is something impossibly wrong in this village…and you see it” she said in an almost dark way. She was beautiful, her impossibly blue eyes staring at his, and her night black hair flowing in the wind like a wave in the sea.
He frowned "Yes, well..." he looked at her pale face. It was obvious she wasn't human, he knew that, but he wasn't sure what or who she was. He'd never seen anyone like her, and he needed to find out what she wanted, or if he could even trust her.

The smoke started to rise from the mill, it seemed to move like a snake in the gray-blue sky. He watched it as is slowly was swept away, he stared at the strange woman "Who are you?" he asked, as he intently watched her. She seemed to hypnotize him out of curiosity, for he loved seeing things he'd never seen before.
He shook his head as he got had an idea "Tell me on the way, I'm busy" he said quickly, as he made his way to the mill.

Something didn't seem right in this village, wherever he walked a shiver ran down his spine, and he was determined to find out what. Everyone he walked past seemed so normal, yet their eyes talked of fear and secrets. Cold air passed through his lungs, his hearts beating like two perfectly synced drums, he shivered as the air rushed up his jacket "So, I'm the Doctor and you are?" he asked, a slight smile on his face, to the alien woman. His floppy hair blew in his face and he frowned at the awkward silence, he wasn't a silent person.

He stood silently, staring at her, frowning and trying to figure out what she was. Did he know her? He wondered, but he knew he didn't, for he would have recognized her. So for now he would wonder and wait.
[sorry, bad and short]

[issildia]

Sometimes I remember the darkness of my past.
Bringing back these memories I wish I didn't have.
Sometimes I think of letting go and never looking back

He was a curious creature, speaking like he was distracted with some internal banter of his own, with little odd ticks in the way he moved and spoke as though his thoughts were moving to quickly to hold a sane conversation. Yet at the same time his aged eyes spoke to an unrelenting patience that was in no hurry to jump to conclusions.

An onyx brow pitched up faintly as though a bit taken aback by his upfront inquiry as to who she was, lips parting just a bit to give a subdued expression of surprise at his behavior. Over two decades spent on learning how to contend with this man and within his first sentence the huntress realized that the Institute had no idea in the slightest on how the Time Lord operated. He was a conundrum, and Torchwood in their ignorance had thought that capturing the nine hundred year old alien would be a realistic feat. Still, Issildia rallied at the challenge, she had not come all this way simply to give up at the start of the assignment.

Breathing in a puff of crisp, fog laden air to clear her head Issildia allowed her head to cock to the side as she inspected the Doctor, her alien blue eyes flickering over him, bow tie and all. Silently she ran over her fabricated back story, in an instant rehearsing the false persona she was to play if her mission was to succeed.

The pause was hardly lengthy between them, but it as avidly clear that the huntress must have taken a moment to scrutinize the man before her, she spoke then with close clipped speech, all business , with the softest hint of a frost rimmed smile playing at her face.

“Issildia Vhlis Nevar.” She quipped sharply with a curt nod.

“Time Agency, 2nd Division.” She then paused decidedly, playing her part exquisitely. “Formerly that is…” She uttered darkly with a low gaze, her eyes hooded.

“The Agency and I no longer see eye to eye…”

In the middle of her words they were moving as the Doctor had started off with a sure step towards the coiling smokestacks of the distant mill; Issildia keeping pace along side, ignoring his outlandish behavior for the moment.

Those impossibly sapphire eyes seemed to glower at him before she returned her gaze to the destination still some distance ahead. It was only briefly out the corner of her eye that she noticed the few village folk they passed abruptly pause mid stride to stare blank eyed at the Time Lord and the huntress and their retreating figures. Issildia ignored them for the moment, though gnawing at the back of her mind was the nagging sensation that a predator was in their midst’s, and for the moment it was certainly not her.

“I know who you are…Time Lord.” She then spoke piercingly when he gave his name, her words bearing a chilling edge whilst exposing a trailing line of admiration towards his lengthy history woven throughout the universe. “Stories of your exploits are…hard to ignore. You attract a great deal of attention to yourself.”

As she uttered that last sentence Issildia’s eyes again darted to the edges of her vision to catch a glimpse of a field laborer rigidly coming to his feet almost robotically and turning toward The Doctor and Issildia. The farmer did not move, but his blank stare bore into the huntress to leave a faint chill crawling up her spine.

Words: 688
Lyrics: Linkin Park : Easier to Run
Tags: The Eleventh Doctor

[THE ELEVENTH DOCTOR]

Got to get to you
_{GOT TO SEE THIS THROUGH}

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Something unsettled him by the way she spoke, like there was something dark hiding behind her bright eyes. He watched her as she told him about herself, her eyes looking like they were avoiding his “Issildia Vhlis Nevar” she said with a slight nod “Time Agency, 2nd Division” she paused “Formerly that is…” a smile faded from the Doctor's lips, something made him shiver, something dark. He looked around and stared, wide eyed, at a farmer in a field close to them. The look on his face was blank, and it seemed as if he was looking into the Doctor. The Doctor watched him in curiosity, the man moved like some sort of robot, his movements stiff. He'd seen
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