Fic: The Cracked Mirror (5/20)

[but_can_i_be_trusted]

Author: irishvampire13
Title: 'Out of Control'
Rating: PG
Word Count: 441
Claim: Eleventh Doctor Era; 20 Prompts: Fantasy and Fairy Tales
Prompt: #5: Spell/Curse
Notes/Warnings: Potentially disturbing imagery. Mild violence.

Summary: Trying to lift his head, the Doctor gasped for air. "W-why are you...doing this," he rasped.

Afraid, the Doctor shoved the tin away. "Get them away from me," he demanded.

He received a dark chuckle in answer. "It's too late, you know. You've already had more than enough. Adrenaline's doing the rest of the work for me."

The words were true enough, by far. He was in the Ganger's power. The same numbness that had already claimed most of his mouth was creeping through him, weighing down his limbs. He sagged, his legs giving out on him. There was barely enough time for him to reach the nearest chair before he slumped into it.

"Are you sure you don't want another biscuit," the Ganger asked, holding one out. It was a small square of shortbread dipped in chocolate...and just enough toxin to keep the Doctor paralyzed. "No? Suit yourself." His hand tightened around it, crumbling it to dust.

Trying to lift his head, the Doctor gasped for air. "W-why are you...doing this," he rasped.

"Why don't I answer that question along with your first one: How I reconstituted myself. I did it through sheer force of will." The Ganger lifted the Doctor's head for him, their eyes locking. "Let's just say that I did a little recycling. Why let a fellow Ganger go to waste, ey?"

The Doctor winced--was that how he looked when he was angry? No wonder Amy and Rory always gave him a wide berth at those times.

The Ganger leaned down, his face corrupted by a snarl of pure rage. "Did you think I wanted to sacrifice myself like that," he hissed, hands clutching at the Doctor's lapels. "I wanted to live every bit as much as the other Gangers did--and with just as much of a right to! If you can live, then why can't I?!" He shook his captive angrily, ignoring how his original feebly tried to lift his limp arms to defend himself.

"I'm s--" The Doctor's head whipped to one side as a hand collided with his cheek.

"Don't you dare apologize to me," his duplicate shouted. "Sorry isn't good enough! It never will be! There's only one thing I'll settle for now, Doctor." The Ganger dragged the Doctor out of his chair, shoving him to the floor. A hand locked around the Doctor's throat, squeezing. "I have my life back...now give me yours..."

"Please," the Doctor mouthed, trying to breathe around the painful grip. "Don't..."

"Don't what? Kill you?" The force around his throat increased, and spots swam before his eyes. "I'm not interested in killing you. Not yet. Depends on my mood."

Gleaming eyes and a sneering mouth were the Doctor's last vision before everything faded out.

Comments

[sevanatwonights.livejournal.com]

LOL even more reason not to take food from strangers...especially if they look like you!

[but_can_i_be_trusted]

No kidding! You'd think at least the Doctor would be too clever for such a thing! ;D