The Mark of the Beast
Episode One

by esherrouse

"It caused everyone, small and great, rich and poor,freeman and slave, to have a mark put on his right hand or his forehead..." - Revelations.

The dark hall echoed with a faint scream. A scream that may have been one of terror or one of pain. It was a damp hallway and there was the smell of incense in the air which seemed to cling to the body.

Another sound. Voices.

"I mark each of you as part of my brethren. We are the chosen ones who will lead these plebeians to a greater destiny. They are weak in spirit and will follow those with might. We shall show them that Might and mold them into a new breed of humans. This is our world and we shall make it so."

It was a determined voice. It was one of desire.

The hall flickered with light. Movement. A clocked man wielding a torch turned the corner and revealed a small cadre of men similarly dressed. They marched along the hall, each with a glassy eyed look on their faces.

The last man of the group looked into his torch, and there was something different about him than the others. He had an essence that they seemed to lack. He turned away from the torch and looked down the hall at his brethren and smiled. The number 666 was etched in his forehead and almost seemed to dance in the torch light.

"Let us show them the night my brethren. Let us show them the darkness!" He called after them. He then continued down the corridor.

As night fell on the village, the people returned to there homes. Dogs ran through the streets hoping to grab a morsel of scrap from some poor fool that was careless enough to drop something. The moon was full and provided a few of the late arriving travelers a little extra time on the road. They had made it this far and were more than willing to celebrate. The torches outside the tavern were always lit.

The sound of amusement flowed out into the streets from the Rose Dragon. It was more than a tavern for most travelers. It was a nights respite from the harsh realities of the road. Survival was something to be celebrated in these times. Bandits roamed the open roads and wild beasts already understood what Darwin would later declare. It really was the survival of the fittest. The Rose Dragon was also a house of ill-repute for those who did not have the money or something to barter with. For those that did have money or goods to exchange, it was heaven on earth. Perspective is reality and never more so than at the Rose Dragon.

Under the full moon, one could have seen the silhouettes of the approaching figures. They each wore cloaks that seemed to fight the wind and cling to the wearers body. They came representing death and destruction. It seemed as if there may have been twenty of them, but in the night even a full moon can play tricks on the eyes.

They appeared to move without footsteps. One minute they were on the top of the hill emerging from the ground and the next they were at the entrance to the village. The destruction began. Each of the cadre separated into pairs and proceeded to destroy the village. Torches were thrown into windows and doors crashed in. Women were dragged into the streets and beaten with clubs. The men, some half awake some half-drunk, fell to the ground to be burned alive.

The rampage continued as people began to flee from their houses and into the streets. The leader looked over the villagers and the chaos and gave a mild smirk of amusement at how the animals ran in fear from their masters.

"You must understand that this is for the greater good. The good of mankind is in the balance. Some must suffer and others will grow stronger. Do not fight it my children. We are making a new age for all of us!" He echoed into the streets as bodies fell to the ground under the force of his men.

He arrived at the Rose Dragon alone and looked around the bar. A woman approached him with an offer, but found only his hand in her face as he shoved her to the ground. "It is the day of reckoning my friends. Time to pay for your sins." He then tossed a nearby table over and opened his cloak to reveal two swords. He pulled both of them from their sheath and proceeded to attack the remaining clients. Many tried to struggle but found themselves too drunk or too disorganised to make any difference. Death had arrived for all of them.

"I am telling you Tegan, I know how to fly the TARDIS. Its just that it needs a little work these days."

"But you just replaced nearly every instrument on the console Doctor."

Came a slightly annoyed and almost whiny reply from the girl opposite him in the console room.

"What I think the Doctor is trying to say, is that he is doing the best that he can." Interjected a slightly red-headed man who entered the room from behind her. "Its not his fault the TARDIS is temperamental and refuses to follow orders." He then gave a slight grin as if he had an internal joke he was trying to keep from the others.

"Thank you, Turlough." hesitated the Doctor. "I think".

The Doctor then began activating various switches on the console. Tegan looked over at Turlough and replied, "Who asked you?" Turlough just smiled.

"Well it seems we have landed. Earth actually. Not sure when though. I think it said 1200s, but then the readout just went blank."

"Just as long as we do not have to deal with any more sea monsters trying to take over the world. I have had enough of that for the time being." Tegan announced.

"Yes" the Doctor replied, slightly removed as he activated the door lever. "Lets take a look shall we?" He then put his hat on and walked out the door.

"After you." said Turlough as he motioned Tegan to the door.

Outside they found themselves in the middle of a small village. It was mid afternoon, the Doctor thought to himself.

"Odd", he announced to the others.

"Whats that?" Tegan replied.

"Where is everybody?" said Turlough in response to Tegans question and in reaction to the Doctors comment.

"Precisely." said the Doctor, and he began to look around the village.

His face revealed one of true concern with a hint of curiosity. He then looked back at his two companions and said, "Lets have a look around. Shall we."

With that he marched off toward one of the closest buildings. It looked to be a blacksmiths shop. "What could have caused an entire village to vanish?" enquired Tegan.

"Perhaps a plague of some sort wiped them out." replied Turlough.

"Perhaps." Said the Doctor as he examined the room. "But plagues dont tend to leave burn marks on the ground like these" He pointed to a burned patch of ground.

"Well this is a blacksmith Doctor, perhaps the coals got a little too hot for him one day and got out of hand." Turlough offered.

"And what about that burned house there" said the Doctor as they emerged from the blacksmiths.

"This place is giving me the heebie jeebies Doctor. Lets get back to the TARDIS and get out of here." said Tegan as she rubbed her goose bumped arms.

"One second." Said the Doctor as he walked off down the street.

"I suppose we will just follow you then." said Turlough sarcastically as he walked after the Doctor.

They approached the Rose Dragon. Its sign was half-way hanging from the opening. "What is that stench" asked Tegan as she covered her face with her hands.

The Doctor entered followed by his two companions... The room was covered in bodies - some decapitated, some burned to a crisp, some simply dead of fright it seemed.

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Episode Two

by Trivial Keithy

Tegan looked away, the sight of the bodies was too much even for her. "This is disgusting Doctor, I need some air."

"Yes so do I." Turlough joined Tegan outside. "I've never seen anything like that. Sheer malevolence, brutality, an almost animal like aggression. Not the product of a rational mind."

"Shut up Turlough, I feel sick." Tegan retched a few times but kept her breakfast down.

"Ah sorry, I forget how delicate the human body is." He felt her head, she had a temperature. "Better take something for that fever, you're burning up."

The Doctors vision dislocated, he could still see Tegan even though she was out of sight.

"I'm all right." She walked over to a nearby house and checked it out. She wasn't going to let that patronising slimebag Turlough put her off. So what if she felt queasy, she had every right. She would feel worse if she didn't feel anything. There were more bodies in here, they had been torn to shreds and partially eaten. It was funny but it seemed easier like this, they didn't look like people, just something she would see in a butcher's window. She licked her lips and imagined how they would taste. She felt herself drawn towards them, just a taste, just a taste.

The Doctor was worried about what he had seen. "Tegan."

The Doctor called out for his errant companion. "Tegan." Things had a blurry feel to them, like candyfloss wrapped in a cloud. Rich, succulent, heavy and juicy. She savoured the flesh.

"I'm over here Doctor." She wiped her mouth on a piece of cloth. "There's more of them in here."

The Doctor felt ill, how could his vison be so affected like this? "Ah Tegan, yes. We were just..." The Doctor stopped talking.

"What is it?" She noticed Turlough looking at her.

"Erm nothing." He turned to Turlough and whispered. I could see her eating her flesh of the bodies. Turlough wrinkled his brow.

Tegans face began to blur. "Look I haven't got time to play games." Tegan felt fury well up inside of her.

"It's just that your skin seems to have changed colour. It's now bright red and there seems to be horns growing out of your head. You didn't touch anything did you?"

"What if I did?" She slashed at the two aliens with her long sharp claws. They were fools. She whistled sharply and a fiery horse appeared from nowhere. "Time to ride...remember what you have seen little man or I'll eat you later."

The Doctor and Turlough watched as the figure disappeared over the horizon. The horse left a trail of flame after it.

"What do we do now Doctor?"

The Doctor couldn't speak, he just kept staring at the horizon. Neither of them noticed the 666 symbols on their foreheads.

There was a feeling of disconnection, something felt very wrong with the fabric of reality, a dull pain crept in to the Doctors bones. The anguish intensified until everything was the colour of pain.

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Episode Three

by Atmosphere97

The Doctor staggered suddenly, while the bewildered Turlough caught him before he collapsed onto the ground.

Tegan rushed to his side. "Doctor! What's happening?"

"Give him a moment to recover," chided Turlough. "He seemed to have some kind of... attack."

The Doctor placed a hand over his forehead and forced himself to stand on his own. "What happened?" He began looking around worriedly. "Where's the Tavern? What happened to it?" Tegan and Turlough exchanged worried looks as the Doctor began pacing about the village square. He saw the expressions on their faces, and viewed his surroundings once more. "It was an hallucination. Or perhaps... hmmmm."

"What's he talking about?" muttered Tegan.

"I think the Doctor's seen something happen in his mind. Like when he collapsed at the Eye of Orion, he felt something was going on." Turlough joined the Doctor in the square. "What was it you saw?"

"I'm not sure.. it's faded, like a dream. But there was something oddly familiar about it. Not so much the message itself, but the medium."

"Message?"

The Doctor shrugged and began walking at a frantic pace deeper into the village, his companions chasing after him. "A psyonic imprint! A very distinct, if distant connection with another mind. I think it was trying to warn me." (It hadn't occurred to the Doctor that perhaps it was trying to lure him)

"An alien intelligence?" prompted Turlough.

"Well, not many humans have the ability to manifest such a projection. Especially in 13th century Earth."

"Where are we going?" Tegan asked as she caught up to her companions.

"The Tavern. I think there's something of interest there."

"How do you know the message wasn't a warning to keep away from the Tavern?" Turlough wanted to know, fearfully. The Doctor didn't make a reply.

Unseen by the time-travellers, someone was watching them. A young woman clothed in dirty rags and cloak was hidden behind a horse cart, observing the strange intruders. If it wasn't for the dirt and grime caked onto her face, she may have been quite attractive. Once the strangers were nicely out of sight, she abandoned her cover and limped weakly after them. They were headed for the Rose Dragon. Even though her senses were demanding her to ignore them, she knew she had to follow.

The Doctor recognized the Rose Dragon on sight. He stopped in front of it and turned to his two companions. "Now, I want you both to remain out here."

"Whatever you say," agreed Turlough, who prided himself on self-preservation. "It looks rather... unpleasant."

"Oh, mustn't judge by appearences, Turlough," the Doctor pointed out, but had to confess, "Nevertheless, I'm not exactly looking forward to it myself."

"Why go in at all, then?" Tegan wanted to know, but realized the answer before he could make a reply. She knew him far too well. "Nevermind. But I'm coming too. I want to see what's inside." And with that she made off for the entrance.

"Ah, Tegan I don't think that's..." he trailed off, realizing the uselessness of the warning.

"I wouldn't bother," Turlough pointed out, as he took a seat on an uncomfortable crate lying in the middle of the path.

The Doctor began moving off in pursuit of Tegan. "Turlough -"

"I'll stay here."

Both Tegan and the Doctor vanished within the dark gloom of the abandoned Tavern.

Whatever they find in there, Turlough remarked silently, they're welcome to it. He picked up a handful of pebbles and began tossing them into a pool of rainwater. Despite the adventures they'd had, the Doctor's unique gift for getting himself into trouble was phenomenally constant. Why couldn't they just go someplace interesting and... well, free of the various dangers connected to alien invasion and cosmic gods fighting it out for supremacy? At least it was better than Brendon, he knew. Even marginally better than Trion.

While Turlough was so wrapped up in his thoughts, he failed to notice the shadow which crept over his shoulders. Looming over him was the rag-girl, a huge boulder in her hands hefted strongly above Turlough's head, threatening to come crashing down upon his skull!

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Episode Four

by esherrouse

Turlough flicked another pebble into the pool of water as he heard a slight shuffling behind him. He turned as the raggle taggle woman was beginning to drop the stone on his head. He fell to the ground in a half-backwards dive to avoid the rock.

"What the..." he stammered out as he fell to the ground near the puddle.

"You're one of those demon spawn aren't cha" came a rather heavily accented voice. Turlough knew she must be one of the more undesireables of this place. She was hideously dirty and smelled terrible. He quickly came to his feet and rushed forward to grab the woman. She tried to struggle but was too weak to fight.

"Now just why did you find it so imperative to try and smash my head in?" inquired Turlough in a less than good natured voice.

"You killed my father and mother. You killed every one!" She screamed at him with a look of fright in her eyes. She then mustered up as much saliva as possible and spat in his face. Turlough blinked as the dribble hit him and then he used his free had to wipe his face.

"What are you talking about? We've only just arrived in this horrible hole of yours." He then released her arm and tried to regain his composure. "I am called Turlough...and you are?"

The woman stared at him, still not believing him not to be one of the killers. "I am Tia."

"Great, so now perhaps we can talk about this in a civilized manner." Turlough then looked at the state of her clothes and the expression on her face and said, "Or maybe we can just wait for the Doctor to have a talk with you." He looked toward the Tavern hoping that the Doctor and Tegan would re-emerge shortly.

"You speak with the tongue of the Devils. You and the others came from the Netherworlds. I saw you with my own eyes appear out of nowhere." She then looked at the Tavern and said, "You are not killing me like you did them." She then pulled a small knife out from under her belt and held it toward Turlough.

"Come on." Turlough looked more annoyed than threatened by this new change of events. She began walking backwards afraid to turn her back to him.

"Fine. Go on. Leave then." Turlough motioned her to leave as if telling a dog to get away from him. She did just that and kept moving until she was near an opening between two of the buildings and she disappeared in the opening. Turlough looked back at the Rose and Dragon and thought to himself, 'Why me?'

He then started to sit back down and stopped himself thinking of the woman. He then looked over to the Tavern again and decided it might be best to have his back to a wall so as to avoid any future problems such as this.

Inside the Rose and Dragon, the Doctor was looking around at the mangled and burned bodies. Tegan looked disgusted. So much blood. So much death. She had been with the Doctor a long time and this was the most death and destruction she had scene in one place.

"You knew it was not going to be a pretty sight, Tegan." said the Doctor half-comforting her.

"I know, but I have learned not to let you out of my sight. Even if it does mean stepping in pools of dried blood and looking at people's entrails." She was covering her mouth for the smell.

The Doctor squatted toward the ground. "There was something here. Something I am missing." He mumbled to himself. He looked up at Tegan. She was still covering her face as he noticed her forehead was glowing. He nearly fell backwards out of his squatting position.

"What's that?" He stood up and looked at Tegan in the face.

"What's what?" she lowered her hands and stepped back a bit. The glowing stopped.

The Doctor stared at her for a moment and then looked around the room. He paused and looked at the wall behind a few of the corpses. "Ah ha!" He rushed across the room, stepping over the bodies. He then began pushing the bodies that were on the wall to the ground. As he cleared the area of the wall, Tegan realized what he saw.

On the wall were the numbers 666 scribbled in blood. "Some sort of cult did all this?"

"Why not? You have them in your time period just as much as any other time period. I mean just because a cup of Juice can do the job in a much cleaner fashion doesn't make it any less disgusting."

"But I mean...666" Tegan stammered.

"Yes, it appears that someone fancies themselves a bit of an Anti-Christ of sorts."

"That's the mark of the beast, right?"

"Well one of them at least." responded the Doctor as he began to look around the room some more.

"What do you mean one of them? There were other beasts?"

"No, I was refering to the mark itself. The number 666 was the one that won out so to speak. At one point there were other 'marks of the beast' such as 669."

"What is so disturbing about 669?" Tegan seemed confused at the thought.

"What is so disturbing about 666?" The Doctor retorted as if he has expected her question. "You see, you lack the cultural context which the authors are writing from. They are both variations of the name 'Nero' when written in numerical form."

There was a knock on the doorway as Turlough announced, "If you are finished with the Mathematics lessons I thought I should tell you that a woman just tried to kill me out here."

"What?" The Doctor went to move toward the door.

"Oh it's alright now, she's gone. She ran off down the street calling me a Demon Spawn or something."

The Doctor stopped and looked at the nearest body to him and then noticed that there was a brand on the forehead. '666'. It was starting to glow and then it faded. The Doctor grabbed his head and faltered a bit. Turlough looked at him and then stepped forward to help him keep his balance.

Tegan grabbed the other side. "We had better get him out of here."

The Doctor looked up at Turlough and saw the same glowing 666 on his forehead and then he looked over to Tegan and her forehead revealed the same thing. He tried to hold himself up on his own two feet, but as he freed himself from them he looked back into the room and saw a cloaked image.

"YOU SHOULD NOT HAVE COME HERE TIME LORD! THESE ARE MY PETS NOW! I SHALL DO WITH THEM AS I PLEASE!"

The voice echoed in his head as he fell back out of the tavern. Tegan and Turlough, who had not seen the figure, rushed to his side.

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Episode Five

by Atmosphere97

"It's happening again!" Tegan cried out, as Turlough began to lead the way to the door, the Doctor caught in their arms. "It's too much for him!"

"Let's get him back to the TARDIS."

The Doctor appeared only to be semi-conscious as his companions led him more or less successfully through the deserted village. Turlough kept one eye open for the mysterious girl, feeling slightly vulnerable with Tegan and the failing Doctor in tow. If she made an attack now, it would be up to him to defend his friends. He looked skyward in silent protest to his predicament, a 'why me?' expression creased upon his face.

Tegan began to feel uneasy. "There's something very wrong here."

Turlough stifled a laugh. "You don't have to convince me!"

"No," Tegan began, but became distant. "Can't you feel it?"

"The only thing I can feel is a demanding urge to get out of here. The sooner we get the Doctor back to the TARDIS, the better. I've had all I can take of this place."

"Turlough!" Tegan had stopped dead in her tracks. They had just rounded the corner which led up to the TARDIS, but in front of them, surrounding the anachronistic Police Box, stood a score of darkly robed figures. Each wore a hood which obscured the upper half of their face. Tegan felt a chill, and started shaking the unconscious Doctor and calling out his name urgently, but with no response.

"Come on, back the way we came!" Turlough hissed, but they discovered more of the figures behind them, effectively leaving them surrounded.

"Oh no..." Tegan moaned pitifully. Turlough looked around for any possible method of escape, but knew that even if there was one, they'd never make it with the Doctor slowing them down. The hooded cult began to slowly close in on them.

"Just as it was foretold!" the leader of the cult proclaimed from beneath his hood as he approached.

"Keep back!" Turlough called out. "I'm warning you!" For all the good it did him. He was grossly outnumbered 20 to 1.

"This man," the leader pointed out with a bony finger (Tegan noticed the blue jewelled ring wrapped around it), "He must be brought before the Great One." Both Tegan and Turlough began to protest, but the leader simply pointed the ring in their direction, mumbled and indecipherable chant, and the two fell silent. Their expressions blank like zombies. The Doctor fell heavily to the ground.

"Take them away," he waved to his acolytes. "But him," indicating the Doctor, "He must brought to the Cavern."

The Doctor awoke with the smell of incense hanging thick about his head, stinging his eyes and clinging to the back of his throat. He opened his eyes with effort and took in his surroundings almost immediately. Underground cavern, damp, dark, lit by a myriad of candles, several dark figures lurking in the shadows. Pretty much what he'd expected.

He was acutely aware of the fact he was lying flat out on a hard stone altar, rather uncomfortably. He looked up only to stare at the obscured face that was staring back at him.

"Ah, now. What could I do for you then, I wonder?" smiled the Doctor. The figure made no reply. "Would you mind if I sat up? It's just that I read somewhere that lying on stone alters for prolonged periods of time seriously maladjusts your spinal column." Without waiting for a reply the Doctor sat bolt upright and slid off the alter, landing firmly on his feet and turning on the acolyte he'd been addressing.

"Now, where's Tegan and Turlough?" he demanded, a dangerous tone suddenly present in his voice.

"They're perfectly safe," boomed a voice behind him. The Doctor turned to see a red cloaked figure, a red and black painted mask obscuring his face beneath the hood, standing at the top of a crumbling stone stair-way.

"I want to see them."

"There's someone who would take much delight in seeing YOU, Doctor." He pointed to the far side of the cavern, which glowed red and menacing. A vapourous mist seemed to congeal into the form of a hideous black horned beast, which let out a howl of either triumph, anger, or agony.

The Doctor stared helplessly as it advanced towards him.

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Episode Six

by Trivial Keithy

"It caused everyone, small and great, rich and poor,freeman and slave, to have a mark put on his right hand or his forehead..." - Revelations.

The Doctor tried to remain calm as the horned figure stood in front of him.

"How do you do, I'm the Doc..."

"SILENCE." The horned creature struck the Doctor with a thunderous blow.

"Sorry. Forgot how touchy you Daemons are. Hold on, you're a little on the short side aren't you? Must be the runt of the litter."

"I'm warning you puny mortal..." The Daemon's eyes glowed fiercely with orange flames.

"I'm afraid I can't help myself sometimes. Now free my companions or..." The Doctor was playing for time.

"Or what? You cannot harm me, Rezal. I will render your very soul from your body and feast upon it." He laughed long and loud.

"They always gloat." The Doctor muttered to himself. "Of course it gives me time to loosen my shackles and run for it." He steeled himself for flight.

"Leave me my children, these sights are not for your pure eyes and minds." Rezal pointed towards the nearby door.

"Oh don't you need an audience telling you how good you are? Most insecure people do you know. They don't have the mettle to do what the must." With that he flung a hand full of ball bearings at the Daemon. The iron would inhibit his psyonic powers, for just long enough.

The Doctor ran out of the door and slammed it behind him. He ran down the corridors, searching every room but they were all empty. Finally he came across an open hidden door. Carefully he opened it further and looked inside to see Tegan and Turlough trussed up together in heavy ropes. Casually he walked in, but soon saw the hidden cultists.

The cultists surrounded the Doctor and pulled out wickedly sharp knives. Tegan screamed at the Doctor to run. The Doctor stood his ground. "Brave heart Tegan."

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Episode Se7en

by esherrouse

The Doctor looked at the approaching cult members and then smiled, "It seems you have me at a disadvantage." He then placed his hands in his pockets and gave a half-hearted smile at the three knife bearing antagonists. One of the closest ones raised the knife to the Doctor's throat, threatening to kill him immediately.

"If it were not for the Great One's need off you I would kill you now."

"That's very nice and all but..."

"Shut up! Spawn of Evil!" The cloaked figuure slammed his fist into the Doctor's stomach. The Doctor fell forward and then to his knees from the pain. A voice bellowed through the corridors, "Bring him to me!"

The other two cloaked figures grabbed the Doctor by the arms and then dragged him out of the room.

"You see Time Lord, my children are ever so helpful." Rezal gloated as he looked at the three figures who returned the Doctor to the large open cavern. "And tasty as well" He laughed as he grabbed the one who had threatened the Doctor and ripped his head from his body. He then proceeded to gnaw on the torso as the Doctor squinted his eyes in disgust. The two comrades stood by without flinching as the creature devoured their ally.

"They are my pets as well as my sustanence. In much the way that the lesser creatures of this miserable planet are for them." He then tossed the dead body to the floor in front of the Doctor. "Have some. They taste delightful."

"No thanks. I have been considering becoming a vegetarian." The Doctor quipped.

"Perhaps your friends would like to try some. They are flesh-eaters. Especially the female."

The Doctor had a quick flashback of the demon that Tegan had become earlier and shuddered.

"This is the end time for this planet Time Lord. I have seen it foretold in the Holy Scriptures."

"What concern are these primitives' sacred texts to you, a Daemon?"

"You assume too much." Rezal walked over to the pit of burning coals near the center of the room. "I am The Beast! That which was foretold and that which will herald in the new age of Humanity. I shall lead them to become masters of their puny frames. They shall learn from me and I shall grant them powers beyond anything this small pile of refuse in space will ever see for thousands of years."

"The Beast?" the Doctor mused.

"Do not mock me, fool. I can crush you with one sweep!"

"So tell me...How did you go abouut becoming 'the beast'? I mean, I have studied the legends of this planet and if I am correct you should have a few more heads and horns there. Or wait, mabe you are the second beast. I can never keep track." The Doctor looked at the floor knowing he was being a bit too flippant and risking quite a lot.

"LOOK AT ME!"

The Doctor looked up to see the head of the creature split in half and reveal seven heads with ten horns. The Doctor continued to watch as the figure seemed to reconfigure itself back into its former state.

"I am not what you know as a Daemon, Time Lord. I am a GOD!!" His scream echoed through out the caverns. "You have already seen the First Wave of Seven and I shall show you the second. We will forge this planet anew."

With that he looked at the Doctor and began to speak in an incomprehensible tongue. The coals of the pit began to mingle and dance in front of the Doctor as he watched a volcano erupt and molten lava crash down on village after village. The screams were too much. The Doctor fell to the ground covering his ears.

He looked up to see himself standing over the village, laughing at the dead bodies.

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Episode Eight

by Trivial Keithy

Tegan, the Doctor and Turlough were taken to a cell. A very dark and dingy cell, Tegan observed.

"They certainly don't believe in making people welcome. What was that creature Doctor?"

"I thought it was something I recognised, but it seems different. The Daemon I remember was the last of his race but this one seems less but yet more that Azal."

"Doctor, what are you saying?" Turlough was concerned. "We've got to get out of here. That monster was beyond belief."

"No Turlough, not beyond belief." He stood up and smiled. "It is belief. Somehow Rezal can use the psyonic power of its ritual ceremonies to mutate and alter his very body."

"Why?" Tegan was pacing. In the cell the paces were very short and she had to detour around the others. "What for?"

"Questions I would like to find the answer to. If only Nyssa was here. Telebiogenesis was her speciality."

"Yeah, I wish she was here too." Tegan stopped pacing.

"Indeed, even I wish she was here."

"Shut up Turlough, you hardly knew her." She stopped pacing. "I'm sorry, this cell's got me worked up into a frenzy. I feel like I'm going to explode any second now."

"Understandable, now may I suggest we concentrate our efforts into finding a way out?"

"Maybe Tegan could use her charms to lure a guard into opening the cells so that he can..." Tegans glare stopped Turlough in mid-sentence. "Sorry, er, I'm sorry."

Tegan turned to the Doctor, he always had a plan, maybe not a great plan but a plan none the less.

"Ah, Tegan, er would you? That is to say, if you wouldn't mind..." The Doctor's face was scarlet with embarrassment.

"Not you too."

"Well it would get us out of this predicament."

"The answer's no. I'm surprised you could even suggest it. Besides they've changed the guard, it's a woman now. Maybe Turlough should try his luck..."

"Hey wait a minute..."

The Doctor coughed, politely. "What's good for the goose is good for the gander."

"Go on Romeo, maybe she won't vomit on you, if you try really hard." Tegan's smile could be barely contained, which was more than could be said for the look of embarrassment on Turlough's face.

"Hello, excuse me." Turlough waved at the guard. She was very pretty, for a human, he mused. "I hope you're really happy now." He whispered to his two cellmates. The guard wandered over. She found the prisoner very strange. He seemed rather more relaxed than he should be.

"I'm afraid there's been a bit of a mix-up. A quick smile. I was on my way here to join your enlightened order when these two heretics abducted me. I'd really like to sort this out but my association with these heretics has damaged my purity." A longer smile. I would be ever so grateful if you would help me resolve this... misunderstanding." Turlough went for the bare-your-teeth-smile that humans prefered. You will help me won't you?"

In the cell Tegan tried hard not to burst out laughing. She was so shocked when the guard opened the cell door she nearly swallowed her own tongue.

"Come with me." The guard went to lock the door again but Turlough had the guards dagger out of its sheath and pressed into her neck.

Sorry about this, but my friends and I dont like the decor so were checking out. Heres a tip: Trions are smarter than humans.

"Good work Turlough." The Doctor tied the guards hands together. "Put the uniform on Tegan."

"What?" Tegans wrath flared once again.

"You can change in the cell, Turlough will give you the dagger."

Five minutes later Tegan unlocked the cell door and emerged. The uniform fitted perfectly. "What now?"

"You lead us poor heretics out of this place."

The Doctor tied Turloughs hands together with some more string - loosely.

"Now tie my hands."

Their progress through Rezals lair was slow and difficult. They were stopped several times but the simple ploy worked. Everything Rezal said was done. As Tegan said that she was obeying Rezal all efforts to halt their progress were abandoned.

After what seemed like an eternity, but in reality was little under twenty minutes they made it to the outside. As Tegan began to loose the bonds of her colleagues a group of people, dressed in rags and carrying improvised weapons began to surround them.

Each of them had the same manic grin and wild, feral look in their eyes...

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Episode Nine

by esherrouse

"It caused everyone, small and great, rich and poor,freeman and slave, to have a mark put on his right hand or his forehead..." - Revelations.

Before Tegan could fully remove the cloak, one of the ragged men dove on her from the top of the cavern entrance.

"Wait!" yelled the Doctor. "She is one of us." He displayed his free hands to show that he was not a prisoner.

"These are the Demons that appeared from nowhere in that blue box that will not burn." came a female voice from behind the small gathering. Turlough leaned forward and whispered to the Doctor, "what do they mean 'will not burn'?"

"Well presumably they tried to burn the TARDIS and found it less than successful." The Doctor then looked around the crowd to find where the voice had come from. "We are no more Demons than you are, my friends"

The woman hobbled to the front of the mass and looked at Turlough with distasteful recognition. Turlough took a controlled step backwards as he awaited another attempt on his life. Self-preservation was his motto, he thought.

"We have come for redemption! We are going to kill those who killed our families and destroyed our village." She raised a pitchfork in a rallying attempt. The others followed in kind.

"Wait, wait, wait" cried the Doctor over the small rabble's cheers. "If you go down there you are as good as dead."

"They will hack you to pieces and, from what the Doctor says, feed you to that thing." Tegan interjected.

The Doctor gave a look aside at Tegan's attempt at assistance thinking maybe she had said too much and continued, "Yes, you need to lure them out. Lure them to a place where you can fight them on your terms and not theirs."

The woman scurried to just in front of the Doctor and looked him over. "Why should we trust you and these other two creatures?"

"Creatures?" Tegan commented in a rather miffed tone.

"Steady on" said the Doctor as he looked over to Tegan and then back at the woman. "The men inside this cave want us dead as much as they want you all dead. It would be in our best interests to work together and try and resolve this together." The Doctor's air of concern coupled with that of his apparent honesty seemed to be winning the woman and part of the crowd over. Sensing this he looked at the rest of them and began, "Do you have a place where we can plan our attack? A base? A hide out?"

"We live on the outskirts of the village in the forest on the otherside" a man pointed toward the village to indicate that it was on the opposing side of the village. "We stay close to the village for food."

"Excellent. Can you take us there?"

The rabble looked at each other and then the woman spoke again, "We will take you there, but we will kill you at the first sign of treachery."

Turlough looked to Tegan and mumbled, "Sounds like a deal to me." Tegan merely gave him a look of distaste.

They now made their way back through the village with the raggle-taggle villagers.

As they walked away, a head appeared out of the cavern entrance watching them. It was one of the cult members. He then turned and disappeared in the darkness.

The Beast stood in the midst of the burning coals and watched as his minion explained what he had just overheard.

"Excellent" annnounced the creature as it turned to look at the altar. "A female you say? A woman?"

"Yes oh Great One. She was a villager who escaped to the forest. She was crippled it seems by the way she walks."

"As was foretold." The creature seemed to be talking to himself at this point.

"I do not understand my lord" questioned the servant.

"What the Great One is saying," came a voice from behind - it was the Cult Leader - "is that of the Prophecy. 'After that there appeared a great sign from Heaven: a woman robed with the sun, beneat her her feet the moon, and on her head a crown of twelve stars.'" He emerged from the darkness and looked at Rezal. "We must have this woman." He then turnd back to face the acolyte and smiled, "Bring her to us."

"But they have gone into the forest. If we go after them they will surely kill us."

"Is that not what you are meant to do? Now bring us that girl." He was determined in his demand.

"Yes your holiness" The man bowed and scurried away to gather forces.

"As it is written, Rezal, so it shall be."

Rezal turned and stared into the cloaked figure's eyes and listened.

"It is written that this woman shall bear a child and it is in the delivery of this child that she will deliver us all. It shall be your child and it will herald in the new age."

Rezal began to snort a mild laughter...

The Doctor had outlined as much of the cavern as he could for the refugees and made various suggestions on tactics that might be effective in luring them out into the open. "The village is our best pointt of battle. You know it and have a better grasp of what to expect in terms of approaches."

A young boy no more than 14 said worriedly, "But they wre able to kill so many in the village last time."

"Yes but they had the element of surprise that time. This time you shall expect them." He then looked back at the map he had traced on the ground and said, "We have to smoke them out of the caverns. this will lure out everyone save Rezal. I will have to deal with him."

"Is that wise, Doctor?" said Tegan very concernedly.

"It's the only way."

"We must sleep now " announced the woman. "Tomorrow we must be prepared."

"Excellent suggestion"

With that everyone except the night guard took up their patch of ground and promptly fell asleep.

Some time in the night, a small group of cloaked figures drifted through the forest stealthilly. Only an occasional sound of distant animals could be heard. The two night watchmen had been trying to keep warm by the fire which was slowly dying out.

"It's your turn to get more wood" grumbled one of the men to the other.

"I know, I know" came the less than enthusiastic response.

He then went out to the edge of the campsite and began gathering twigs. It was only a few seconds before he was unconscious on the ground from a blow to the head. At almost the same time, his partner was receiving the same treatment at the fire. Both lay on the ground unconscious.

Morning came with a rapid pace. The first guard to awaken raced throughout the small group to see what had happened.

Then he realized that Ruth was missing.

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Episode Ten

by Atmosphere97

"But why would they want that horrid little girl?" Turlough was dumbfounded by the news of Ruth's abduction in the night. The rest of the villagers had been left unharmed, aside from the two unfortunate guards who the Doctor was tending to. Satisfied that the second guard would be fine once the headache and welt receded, he absently gave the fellow an 'all-clear' pat on the head, failing to notice the wince of pain it ellicited.

The Doctor paced slowly about the Square. "How well do you know your book of Revelations?" he asked Tegan.

The unexpected question left her at a loss of words momentarily, before finally shrugging. "Bits and pieces from what I remember in school," she replied. "The moon turning red, seven seals of destruction, Three Horsemen of the Apocalypse."

"Four Horsemen," Turlough corrected with a sly grin.

"Why?" continued Tegan, "Do you think that has anything to do with this?"

"The Cult seem to be taking the Book of Revelations very seriously. Almost as if it's their guide, or litany. I think they truly believe Judgement Day is here... or very nearly here."

"You can't be serious!" exclaimed Turlough. "This is madness! We all know that the world doesn't end her in the 13th century. No matter what powers may have been present. Or are we merely ghosts from a time which wasn't meant to exist?"

"It's not as simple as that, Turlough," the Doctor pointed out patiently. "The fact of the matter is the power does exist, and something was here at the time to prevent it from being realized."

Turlough groaned knowingly but remained silent.

"You know, it's just occurred to me. The Book of Revelations has been a subject of mystification and debate even on Gallifrey, long before it was even written."

Turlough considered demanding to know how it could possibly have existed before it was written, but thought better of it and remained silent.

"You see, there are some things which even they aren't completely certain about. They have the power to foresee the future, but there are always gray areas. Like this. And many centred around Earth." He pursed his lips, aware of the growing crowd of peasants - many of them children - gathering around to listen to him speak. "Personally, I've always believed it wasn't so much the end of the world it was referring to, but more a spatial gate-way being forced within a planetary system. The increased gravity pressures could have similar repercussions, I suppose. Trouble is, no one's taken the time to experiment with it."

"Who would want to open a spatial gate-way on Earth?" asked Tegan. "The Daemon?"

"Possibly, although it wouldn't make much sense. The Daemons had been settled here on Earth since shortly after Man was created. Essentially it was an experiment to them, but it never really worked out. Man succeeded on evolving at his own pace, with just the influence of the Daemon's to guide them. The darker influence, I hasten to add. With each appearance of the Daemon, humanity garnered increased technological skills, which they presumed would hasten the evolutionary process. Make Man in the 13th century understand how a water-pistol works, and you'll find they'll have indoor plumbing and water recycling plants by the 17th." The Doctor stopped pacing. "Why does that seem so familiar?"

"So what would exactly happen to Earth if the gate-way is activated here?"

"Earth would be reduced to it's basic components, just as it was 3 billion years ago when it was created. It would effectively dissolve into space. It's possible a certain percentage of the constituents would remain in orbit around the sun and possibly congeal once again. Well, in several hundred thousand years, that is."

"But what good would that do the Daemon?" Turlough asked. "Unless it's got a death wish, it wouldn't survive!"

DOCTOR...

"Shhh! Quiet!" called the Doctor, hearing what no one else could. The whispered voice came again.

DOCTOR...

He shut eyes eyes and concentrated harder, trying to feel his mind out to the one attempting to contact him.

Tegan rushed to his side. "The visions? Are they happening again?"

The Doctor made no reply. His mind stretched across the void of nether-space, attempting to single out the one identity he was looking for, trying to establish a firm contact.

WHO ARE YOU? his mind called out.

I CAN HEAR YOU. DOCTOR... came the voice again. HELP ME... The whispered voice sounded on the edge of despair, but the mind felt at peace. Sincere, but desperate.

HOW CAN I HELP YOU?

There came no reply. The Doctor repeated the thought, but the contact had been lost. He opened his eyes to see the worried expressions on everyone's faces. He assured them all he was perfectly alright, and quickly explained to his companions that someone else was here in the 13th century who didn't belong.

"How can you be sure it wasn't a trap?" asked Tegan.

"Because of the warnings he's been sending me."

"He?"

"I must find him."

The Doctor made to leave the village, but Turlough caught his arm. "Leave? Haven't you forgotten what's about to happen here in an hour's time?"

"They'll be perfectly alright," the Doctor hastily explained. "Just make sure they don't enter the Cavern without me with them. And be careful of that Cult Leader, the one in the red. Although I doubt he'll show up."

"Doctor!" Turlough protested, but he'd already vanished out of sight. Tegan sighed and shared a helpless look with Turlough. "Well," Turlough breathed heavily, "Looks like it's up to us then." He turned to look at the unlikely group of village peasants, now looking to him for hope and guidance.

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Episode Eleven

by esherrouse

"It caused everyone, small and great, rich and poor,freeman and slave, to have a mark put on his right hand or his forehead..." - Revelations.

Turlough looked over to Tegan and then smiled, "Looks like we need to get busy."

Tegan looked at the eyes of the eager partisans. They wanted to fight. They wanted vengeance. "Alright. We only know of the one entrance to the caverns. Is there any other way out of them taht we can block off and force them to the exit nearest the Village?"

The young boy, who by now had semi-adopted Tegan as his older sister steped forward and said, "There is an entrance just beyond the open field. Near the river."

Turlough mumbled to himself, "That must be their water supply."

Tegan continued, "Okay. We need one group to go to this entrance and some how block it in with a boulder or some sort of barricade. Can any of you do that while the rest of us are working on setting the fires in the front?"

Turlough, fearing that the natives might miss the point, added, "You have to start a fire at that entrance as well before you blockade it. This will start them running in our direction."

"Yes the rest of us will set up a few small fires at the main entrance and then return to the village."

"We kill them there." said the boy rather excitedly.

"Something like that," quipped Turlough fearing the worst.

"Okay. Now let's get to work."

With that final command the crowd started gathering supplies and making their way toward the ambush sites.

The Doctor continued his pace. He knew he had to return to the caverns and find ouut who was sending the messages. Something was certainly not right. Who would be sennding him such messages that were so powerful they bordered on a Psychic assault? And why would a Daemon be so keen on issuing in the Apocalypse as foretold in a human scripture? That was never their modus operandi. Something did not make any sense.

He continued to walk toward the opening in the distance noticing a cloaked figure peering out at him. 'Perfect', he thought. He could provide the needed distraction for the others to set up their passive assault. And one other thing, he thought to himself, what would a Daemon want with the female? Nothing was adding up.

"I am looking for the Great One. Could you please direct me to the quickest possible route?" he announced to the astonished guard. The guard hesitated only a moment before drawing his weapon and directing him into the cavern. The Doctor continued along the dank corridor until he could see the torches of the inner chamber. He walked into the open area.

There was no one. The guard disappeared as well.

"Hello?" the Doctor began looking around the room. There was nothing. Silence - other than the hiss of the dying coals.

"Hello?"

"Pl... please be quite Time Lord." came a voice from the shadows behind the coals. It sounded like the one he had heard in the Telepathic messages. The Doctor lowered his voice and said, "What is it? You wanted my assistance."

"I need nothing from you Time Lord. I shall build this world anew and crush all those worthless masses who are unrepentant before the Lord." The voice sounded angry. The Doctor recongnized that voice. It was that of the Cult leader.

The Doctor stared into the darkness as the figure of the leader emerged.

"Ah." The Doctor made a slight expression of expectance. The Leader looked different. He was hunched over and seemed to shuffle forward rather than the controlling gait that he had had earlier.

"Help Me?" he mumbled, as if in pain.

The Doctor noticed a distinct change in the voice of the cloaked figure. He stepped forward and tried to reach out to the man. The Body fell forward to the ground. The Doctore removed the hood and looked at the mans face. It was aged and worn. He looked down at the cross around his neck. The man was alive, but seemingly unconscious.

The Doctor looked around the room awaiting a guard or worse the Beast to appear. The room began to swirl and the coals danced around his body as the Doctor found himself floating over some sort of watery region. Not very clear. A man was gathering water in a pouch. The Doctor tried to focus, the water blurred with that of the figure. Then a loud noise came from behind the man. The man turned. The Doctor could see his face.

It was the same man, the cult leader, but not in the same garb. He was wearing a some sort of priestly robes and the same cross. The water seemed to devour his pouch as the man stared back at an opening in the ground. The Doctor's body was suddenly surrounded by green waves of grass as the man seemed to walk over him toward the opening in the ground. Again a noise. A banging sound as if someone were rapping on a door. Thunderous now.

The man approached as if withouut fear and drawn to the whole. The whole then metamorphed into a large stone doorway. The man was in front of it with his right hand touching the stone. It was becoming one with the stone. In his left hand, there was a book. It was a Bible. Another crashing came throughout the world as the stone fell on the man and seemed to engulf him. The Bible fell to the ground and opened to the end. It read "Revelations".

Another hand reached out from the stone and picked up the book. It too seemed to melt into it. The three became one. The Doctor looked around as the sky began to swirl and he felt the presence of another figure with him. The fantasy was shattered.

"You are are here just in time - Timelord." came the voice from the darker region of the cavern that the Cult leader had collapsed out of.

The Doctor fell back away from the figure on the ground. He looked up again and couuld see a pair of glowing eyes staring at him. "I would hate to miss all of the fun." came a rather weak response.

"Excellent. Then you can witness the coupling and creation of a new species that will sweep the universe and make all whole again. Unity."

The Doctor, realizing what Rezal must be refering to, enquired, "Why would the mighty Daemons want to couple with such a weak sub-species as the Humans of Earth?"

A voice came from the once unconscious figure on the ground, "As it is written in the great book. The Child must be born before we are to reach the new world."

"Aren't you taking great liberties with the good book?" The Doctor responded abruptly. "I mean it is one thing to have an interpretation, but to mutilate it as you two seem to be doing is unheard of."

Rezal looked over at the now erect Cult leader and then commented, "We are preparing for the new era, by the act of creation. We shall need new bodies to exist in the new world. The Flesh of the humans will not make the transfer and it is as a gift to my chosen people that I grant them my body as well as my mind."

The Cult leader, without missing a moment of pause, continued, "They will walk as gods among the species of the universe once I am free of this Place. And I shall lead them as the book says."

The Doctor looked at the Cult leader and then back to Rezal. He then asked Rezal, "Who are you?"

"I am the Beast and I shall bring forth my people to a great prosperity that they have never known!" The figure seemed to burst with energy suddenly.

The Doctor then looked back to the cloaked leader and asked, "Who are you?"

"I am the Beast.." there came a slight hesitation. "..as is foretold in the book of Revelations."

The Doctor looked back at the figure of Rezal and then back at the figure of thhe Cult leader. "There are how many Beasts in the book of Revelations again?" He looked at Rezal first and said, "please forgive my ignorance. I have not read it in many centuries."

"There is but one. I am the Beast!" Rezal bellowed.

The Doctor approached the human and asked the same question. The man began, "There is one and I... We are ..."

The Doctor looked down at the man's cross. the man's eyes followed his as he struggled, "There are two!"

"I thought there was a Primary and a secondary. Doesn't one do a lot of the propaganda for the second one?"

The Doctor looked to Rezal who was also seemingly confused by the Cult leaders response.

"We are the Beast!! I am the BEAST!!" Rezal continued to hiss.

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Episode Twelve

by Trivial Keithy

"It caused everyone, small and great, rich and poor,freeman and slave, to have a mark put on his right hand or his forehead..." - Revelations.

The Doctor looked at Rezal and the Cult leader and frowned. Multiple personalities were tricky at the best of times, but separate individuals believing they were the same person? Only a Time Lord could identify with that sort of feeling.

Now that I have your undivided attention I would like to point out that...

Be silent mortal or I shall burn your bones to powder. Rezals voice boomed like a clich of thunder. Not to be out done the Cult leader started making threats.

I will skin you alive and make boots with your hide.

Threats will get you nowhere. Ive faced more powerful beings than you two.

I am the Beast. They said at once. No, I am the Beast. They said in unison again.

Tegan and Turlough led their makeshift army towards the ambush sites. Tegan had told them to do what they must while Turlough advised against wanton slaughter.

They need revenge Turlough.

But if they kill are they any better?

I suppose not.

This was truly a day of wonders, Turlough mused. Tegan accepting advice.

They need justice, the crimes the cult committed must be answered for.

Yes, but a few cuts and bruises and the odd concussion go a long way.

I suppose they do need to restrain the cult members.

Rezal had had enough, it was bad enough that the Doctor was violating his authority but the lies of this infidel were the final straw.

Now I will end this, you will all burn...

The Doctor saw that Rezal was summoning up vast amounts of Psyonic power. He no longer needed the ceremonies of innocence his followers had performed for him. Lets all just talk this through calmly now. There was no answer. The Doctor appropriated the copy of the bible and began to quote from it.

And I saw an angel standing in the sun... No thats not the right verse.

Do not presume to use my words against me Time Lord. My power is too mighty for even you.

Tegan watched as the tattered villagers surged past her and Turlough. Eager to take their anger and hate out on the cultists. Although they were poorly armed and were not trained their determination made them a potent force. Turlough tried not to watch the violence, but used his first aid skills and patched up the injured as best he could. Eventually the cultists were subdued and tied up. All who had escaped were tracked down and led back to the village, where they could be tried later. Tegan and Turlough went to find the Doctor.

They found him and watched on as he faced down the Daemon and his crony.

The Doctor found the right chapter.

And the beast was taken, and with him the false prophet... The Doctor pointed at the Cult leader. ...That wrought miracles before him, with which he deceived them that had received the mark of the beast, and them that worshipped his image... He pointed at the Daemon once more. ...These both were cast alive into a lake of fire burning with brimstone.'

I will rend your flesh into strips of meat and feed them to the dogs Doctor. Rezal could barely contain his fury. His body started to glow with the powers stored within it.

The Cult leader attacked his former master with a sharp steel dagger. His screamed and burst into flames as he was incinerated in a flash of purpley-yellow light and his ashes blew away on a supernatural wind.

No more of this Doctor, now you die. Rezal directed the full force of his powers at the figure of the Time Lord.

Nothing happened.

What is this?

Isnt it obvious? Your power has been gathered from the words in the bible. You have used the belief of your followers to try and defeat me. The problem is that in the bible the Beast is defeated. Therefore you cannot harm me, you have created the manner of your own downfall.

No this cannot be. My plans are all there is, I will become... Rezal looked inside himself. To his horror he discovered that the Time Lord spoke the truth. No... He wailed. Save me...

Im sorry. The Doctor turned to see the open mouthed expressions on his two companions faces. Tegan, Turlough. Run!

He followed his two companions towards the exit, dragging Tegan when she tripped as the heels broke on her shoes.

Rezal could not move, his body was being consumed by the powers he had summoned. His eyes were now orbs of brilliant white light that emitted beams of pure energy. The rocks beneath his feet began to melt into a mini-lake of lava. He emitted a bestial roar as his body was consumed by the burning lava. His head exploded in a massive ball of flame.

The Earth began to shake with violent ferocity as the energy unleashed by Rezals death began to form a volcano. The Doctor and his companions caught up with the villagers and the trussed up cultists. There was a deafening explosion behind them and they turned around to see the form of a very active volcano erupting. Soon they were engulfed in falling ash and rocks. They made it to the safety of the villagers' cave system just in time.

Rivers of lava had threatened to burn them and the air was full of poisonous gases. All around the world the effects of the explosion were felt. There were earthquakes in Cathay, floods in the Indies and mysterious lights over the steppes of Moscow.

The new head villager approached the Doctor. What will we do now? How can we carry on after all that has happened?

The Doctor handed the head villager the rather battered copy of the bible.

In the beginning... Good advice, start again. Rebuild your community, make this a safe place again.

Later that evening the villagers thanked the Doctor and his companions with a special banquet, they had trapped some rabbits and several pigs had been roasted. After the meal they had sneaked away back to the TARDIS.

Inside they found two consoles, but one of them morphed into the familiar shape of their robotic friend Kamelion.

Did you have an exciting time?

Tegan opened the door to the interior of the TARDIS. You could say that Kamelion. Im going for a long soak in the tub. Tegan closed the door behind her.

The Doctor set the controls and they dematerialised, leaving history behind on their way to another adventure...

Ruth trudged on, her burden was getting heavier everyday, but she carried it with pride. A kind farmer had stopped to give her a lift. He helped her up onto his cart and drove her to the next village. Yes it was hard for her but she hoped that her baby would have a happy life...

The End.

