| Ninth Doctor, Doctor Who Fan Fiction
RAKSHASA (page 3 of 3) The Doctor moved stealthily through the jungle, circling the Khaanorg, so as to approach from the front and not startle it. He came slowly into view, hands open and in view and with what he hoped was a non-threatening smile on his face. “Hello,” he whispered “You’re in a bit of pain aren’t you?” As if in reply the creature growled softly, eyeing the newcomer with suspicion. The Doctor mimed stroking the back of his head, not taking his eyes from the huge form. “Look,” he said, “here, you’ve been hurt. I can fix that, make you better. Yes?” He nodded slowly, gingerly stepping closer. The Khaanorg reached a huge taloned maw behind it’s head, feeling the sticky purple ooze that seeped from the cut on one of it’s long bony growths. Curious it sniffed the liquid before licking it with a course tongue. “That’s right,” urged the Doctor, closer still, “goooood pussy.” Suddenly he became aware of Sahil approaching the creature from behind and carrying a long, heavy branch. The Doctor watched him over the muscular shoulders of the Khaanorg with a feeling of dread. Confused the creature began to stand, it felt threatened but was it the figure before him speaking in hushed tones, on the figure to the rear that had the scent of those who had attacked it days before, that was the danger. Before it could react Sahil leapt forward jamming his branch under the feed growth on the back of the creature’s head and with one huge effort levered backward with all his might. The chemical feed tore from the back of the Khaanorg’s head, spraying noxious purple ooze into the air. Thrashing violently the creature screamed an inhuman and terrifying howl. These death cries echoed across the jungle sending birds and animals fleeing in terror and deafening the Doctor and Sahil. Then, without warning the mighty Khaanorg fell silently to it’s knees and collapsed dead on the jungle floor. The Doctor sprinted over to the body, shouting at Sahil over the ringing in his ears. “Why? What did you have to go and do that for? Why? Why? I could have saved it, saved it!” He knelt beside the creature, tears in his eyes, clearing the sticky purple mess from it’s already fading fur. Sensing the other man was still nearby, stood still in silent shock the Doctor looked up, shouting again. “I could have saved it, I could have.” Sahil’s strong voice was barely audible over the ringing in the Doctors ears. “But you couldn’t save my family,” he accused, “or my village. You couldn’t save my people! Now I have to go and attend to the dead, my dead.” With that the grieving photojournalist turned a stalked away. “But I can’t save everyone, I couldn’t save everyone,” exclaimed the Doctor towards the retreating Sahil, before looking down towards the body at his feet, “couldn’t save anyone…” FIN |
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