Avengers who - Part II

The Doctor straightened his bow tie and took a few steps forward looking around casually. He pulled a metal baton with a white handle and a blue tip out of his pocket, he pressed a button on the side and it made an electronic buzzing noise as he held it in front of him and spun around. Before holding it up in front of his face to read something.

“Looks like I landed on something important, Whoops!” he said casually.

“Sir, please drop the…..” began the director,

“That worked brilliantly last time didn’t it!” chimed in the doctor “Alien appears, scary powerful weapon in their hand. Except this isn’t a weapon.” He brandished the probe by his head, “It’s a screwdriver, and so you can put down those guns and listen to me.”

The soldiers lowered their weapons and the director rested on his heels, defiantly crossed his arms across his chest.

“What ever has just run out of the door is carrying something I believe you call a Tesseract and you have been experimenting on it but you have no idea what it is, you think it’s a door but it kind of is except it’s a door on all six sides but its more an entryway without a door so it’s a bit like a doorframe but stuff in the middle so its basically not a door or a doorframe” he garbled, beginning to slow his speech, “it’s more. A thing. With blue stuff in it.” He stood for a second looking at all the blank faces and paused. “That really wasn’t helpful.” He stopped again,

“I know!” He exclaimed, “Take me to your leader!” He beamed,

“I am him” announced the Director

“That was anti-climatic,” muttered the Doctor, “Then take me to your ship!”

The Doctor and the Director stood in the center of the bridge, banks of computers surrounded them and people bustled between them handing out dossiers and giving instructions.

“This is the nerve center” began the Director, “From here we are searching every corner of the planet for the Gamma radiation signature of the Tesseract.”

“What about the interference?” questioned the Doctor “If high levels of interference precedes the opening of some kind of portal then assuming Loki isn’t coming alone he going to need to open it up again” The doctor jumped into an empty wheeled chair and shot across the room into his TARDIS.

From inside the blue box came the sound of clanging mental and breaking wood.

“What we need to track is….” Came the doctors muffled voice. The Director approached the blue box apprehensively.

“The interference as you call it, what I call it, is consecutive spatial rift energy.”

As the Director slowly reached out his hand and pushed the door inwards the Doctor appeared, hair ruffled carrying a large steel hemisphere with several orbs of different colors protruding from it.

“Before you ask, very good storage system!” said the doctor dropping sizeable hemisphere onto the chair and locking the TARDIS behind him.

He pushed the device into the middle of the room and began to pull wires out of various computers and tie them together in a seemingly random order. He seized a passing supervisor and handed the knot of cables to her,

“Can you hold that?” he asked before ducking under her arm and scampering off to collect more bits.

Within a few minutes he had created a large pile of hard drive with wires sticking out everywhere and the hemisphere sitting in the middle.

“This is a very big very powerful thing! ” he announced, gesturing grandly towards his creation.

“It looks like the Frankenstein of ‘things’” Responded the Director

“It does I suppose,” said the doctor, pensively tucking his elbows in and resting his chin on his hand. “Lets hope it’s not as temperamental” he whispered before flinging his arms wide clutching his Sonic Screwdriver. He pressed the button on the screwdriver and the whole machine began to whir. He dashed frantically to a keyboard that stuck randomly out of the side of the machine and began tapping furiously. Next he skipped to a old radio unit sitting on top of a TV showing a series of vertical pink stripes on an green background and poked a few buttons before standing in front of the hemisphere device and poking it with his screwdriver.

The hemisphere began to rise, the case was spinning rapidly while the orbs on top staying motionless and began to glow. The base began to spin so rapidly that it’s bearing screamed. The orbs began to shake and suddenly one made of a dull metal studded with little dimples began to revolve the opposite way and rise above its base. The Doctor’s face fell; he clutched his screwdriver and let out a horrified bark.

“Dalektanium!”

“Dalek-what?” demanded the Director

“Dalektanium, it’s what Daleks are made out of silly!” said the doctor, “Now I know what responds to it I can track it and it is currently in….” he swung round and looked up at a large screen hanging from the ceiling “Germany!”

The sky was dark when Loki stalked into the research center, his armor and cloak replaced with a Tuxedo he blended in perfectly with the other guests except for the silver tipped cane. The Handle contained the glowing blue Orb and he swung it casually as he swaggered into the party.

As Loki approached the main room a security guard halted him and asked for his Invite. He casually tapped him on the chest with the handle of his cane and the bouncer snapped to attention and casually waved Loki through.

Everyone in the room Loki walked into was looking up at a grey haired gentleman standing on a dais. The man was clearing his throat as if ready for a speech, the projector screen behind him showed Dr. Myas Elburn, Head of Research. Loki leapt onto the dais and seized Dr. Elburn by the back of the neck. He swung him round and slammed him down onto to table arrayed with awards for the year. Medals and trophies scattered as the table collapsed under the force. The guests began to scream and panic descended as they fought tooth and nail for the exits. The fire alarm went off and soaked the fleeing crowd. The room rapidly emptied leaving trembling head researcher, the mesmerized security guard and Dr. J Gatsby lounging casually against a plinth sporting a statue of Athena, the Greek good of wisdom.

Loki reached down with the staff and tapped the Head Researchers chest, staring into his eyes as they glazed over, turned pitch black and then snapped back to normal. He released the now relaxed man and stormed out of the Atrium, pausing only to blast the head of Athena.

As he strode out of the building his clothing began to morph, replacing black silk with golden armor, broad gilded shoulder plates and helm with golden horns swooping back over his head. He Cane flickered and grew, turning into an tall kingly scepter. He stood his ground at the top of the research institutes steps watching as the waves of panicked guests spread around the streets of Stuttgart, mixed with the general public and further spreading their fear. His body flickered and a duplicate of him appeared in the South West corner of the Square, then another in the South East until the square was surrounded. The Original Loki continued to stand on the top of the steps staring out over the panic.

“Kneel before me!” he commanded loudly, he voice emerging from the mouths of his duplicate.

“I Said Kneel!” He bellowed, pounding his staff into the ground. A flash of blue light flickered between the staff’s of his Duplicate and the sea of people dropped, heads bowed.

“Is not this simpler?” Raising his arms victoriously “Is this not your natural state?” He began to pace forward, the crowd parting before him. “It’s the unspoken truth of Humanity, but you crave subjugation. The bright lure of freedom diminished your life’s joy in a mad scramble for power. Your identity is that you were made to be ruled. In the end, you will always kneel” He finished with a whisper. His malicious smile began to break into a laugh when an old man grunted as he pushed himself up from his knees.

“Not to men like you.” Responded the elderly gentleman, the laugh dying on Loki’s lips.

“There are no men like me.” He responded coyly

“There are always men like you.” Announced the man with a shake of his head

“Look to your elder people, let him be an example” mocked Loki, raising his staff, the tip glowing with energy

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you!” A clear voice cut through the air and Loki spun around to see a man in a tweed jacket and bow tie with a fez at a jaunty angle on top of his head. The man stood casually, leaning against a railing at the top of the steps Loki had just walked down.

“Who are you?” Loki’s leering voice wavering slightly “Though one must admire the occasional human exhibits remarkable bravery, or stupidity” continued Loki, confidence leaking back into his voice.

“I’m not a Human” Boomed the doctor standing straight and planting his feet defiantly, “I’m a Time Lord of Gallifrey, sworn protector of this planet and you!” He spat out the word and jabbed his finger as Loki. “Are just another upstart want to be conqueror that’s forgotten who I am, the protector, the avenger, the mad man in a box. Call me what you will but remember one thing as you crawl back, beaten to your home. I am the defeater of gods and the guardian of humanity and this planet is protected!”

Loki sneered, trying to hide the slight Panicky look in his eyes. He raised his staff and pointed it at the doctor. Nothing happened. He jabbed it at him a few times before banging the blue orb a few times with the heel of his hand then poking it at the doctor again.

“Is your stick not working?” Inquired the doctor, “My sonic does that sometimes, it’s very annoying! Might be because of this?” Loki looked up as the doctor plucked the fez from his head and between two glowing bolts of blue energy hovered a spinning metallic sphere. The doctor grasped the bronze vice that held the whirring orb and lifted the spinning device off his head. Behind the orb trailed a fat black cable. All eyes followed the cable down the steps and into a manhole cover.

“This is an orb of Dalektanium. Daleks despite their shortcomings a very clever and they can power themselves of nearly anything including consecutive spatial rift energy.” The doctor spoke rapidly as Loki’s sneer melted from his lips.

“It just so happens that I am very clever and that your Tesseract is a big lump of somewhere else’s stuff that oozes so much spatial rift energy that there is enough for this ball of Dalektanium that it’s now spinning at one hundred thousand revs per minute, so fast that to stop it ripping a hole in the time space continuum I’ve wired it into the whole of Western Europe’s power grid. What all this mean Loki me old son, is that your stick couldn’t hurt anyone unless you threw it at them.” He finished his speech with a flourishing smile as Loki let out a cry of anguish, flickered on final time and vanished.

Cheers erupted from the crowd as people hugged and kissed each other. The doctor stood at the top of the steps with the orb slowly reducing in speed. The lights began to fade until the square was briefly plunged into darkness. A second or two later when the lights came back on the jubilant crowd looked to where their rescuer had been standing and saw that he had gone too.

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Avengers Who

I watched the Avengers tonight  which i suppose to the average guy is a pretty good movie. However, to a Doctor Who fan you kind of feel like for our favourite bow tie wearing, fez sporting, sonic screw driver wielding alien with two hearts it would all be in a days work. Throughout the movie i got to thinking that the Doctor could of done the exact same thing with a tenth of the budget, a death toll below twenty, a bit of clever stuff and and Jamie Dodger! I haven't finished my tale of events yet, but rest assured it will include a Jamie Dodger! 

Footsteps of the director echoed loudly in the long corridor, flanked by two Doctors. He looked sinister, dark skinned, clothed all in black with a patch over one eye.

“What’s the latest development?” he asked, his voice mixing with the sound of their footsteps,  reverberating of the brushed steel walls, floor and ceiling.

“We don’t really know” said the Doctor on the right, short and slender with mousy brown hair, his name tag read ‘Dr. J Gatsby’.

“It’s producing low level Gamma Radiation” chipped in the other doctor, almost identical but his name tag read ‘Dr. S Holmes’.

They reached the end of the dull steel tube and emerged in a laboratory. Keyboards chattered, monitors beeped and hummed amidst the bustle of white coats. In the center of the room stood an altar like spire around eight feet high. Wires and cables sprouted out of it from every angle and there was a ring of web-cams encircling it. In the middle was an six-inch across cube glowing a pale blue.

“We are picking up some interference as well but we have checked and it’s not coming from our end of the Tesseract” said Gatsby, pausing to check something on a monitor.

“It’s a door to a piece of space, and doors open on both sides, so we figure that whatever it is, it is coming from the other side” he continued, tapping a few keys to bring up some graphs on a large screen. “The Gamma levels stay the same but the interference is still increasing.”
“It’s increasing by around fifty percent every two hours, thirteen minutes, forty five seconds.” Chipped in Holmes, tracing a fingernail across the screen.

“How long until there’s enough interference for you to sample and manipulate?” asked the director, squinting at the screen, his eye following a green diagonal line that gradually flared upward.

“We have the time up there” said Holmes, pointing to a large digital clock counting down with seventeen seconds left.

00:00:16

00:00:15

As the clock got closer and closer to zero the Tesseract began to vibrate slightly and emit a barely audible hum. The bright blue of its side’s became streaked a brilliant azure.

“This happens every time” assured Holmes, “and it gets more profound every time”.

Closer to zero all twenty-seven scientists in the room turned to watch the glowing cube.

00:00:03

00:00:02

00:00:01

the humming reached a crescendo and all the computers in the rooms fans started whirring, then as the countdown hit zero silence descended. The cube went dark and began a shimmering translucent color. Every computer in the shut down and began to restart a second later and the clock rolled back to

02:13:45

BANG!!! Suddenly the altar erupted in sapphire light, every webcam around it exploded and it shot a river of blue across the room. The light emitted by the stream blinded everyone and the power of the torrent threw people and equipment in every direction.

They all slowly staggered to their feet, blinking and stumbling, propped up on upturned computers and twisted mangled desks.

“That wasn’t supposed to happen” coughed Holmes

“No shit Sherlock” snapped the Director, rubbing his one good eye. He straightened up and took his hand away from his eye, mouth open ready to berate the scientists for not predicting something like this when he froze, rooted to the spot.

People clambered to their feet and saw what stood next to the mangled and twisted altar and stopped, petrified. A tall slender man, hair as black as coal, loose and flowing over his armored shoulders. His pale angular face looked cruel and he stared out at the shocked researchers through cruel dark eyes. In his right hand he held a four foot staff that curved wickedly into a cruel blade at the tip. Just before the blade glowed a blue orb, half the size of the Tesseract and glowing the same color.

“Sir, please put down the spear!” shouted the director, pulling himself together.

No sooner had the words left his mouth than the new arrival flicked it forward, sending a bolt of blue energy flying across the room into the nearest scientist’s chest. He whirled it above his head and kicked of hard from the ground, arcing gracefully over everyone’s heads, bouncing off back wall. Landing deftly amid a group of white-coats. He leapt and pirouetted a cruel dance, slicing the throats of ten of the scientists, removing arms and sending heads bouncing across the floor.

Gatsby made a bolt for the Tesseract that the invader had left lying by the Altar, he scooped up a steel case and slammed it open. Gingerly he took the Pulsating cube between the tips of his fingers and placed it into the case.

“No!” Bellowed the director. Gatsby looked up into the dark eyes of the crusader, he took the case in his hand stood up proud and defiant.

“My name is Loki” boomed the stranger, “and you will obey!” His voice ricocheted from wall to wall, growing louder with every echo as he slowly raised the spear and touched it lightly to Gatsby’s chest.

The man’s eyes glowed for a second and turned pitch black, a pair polished obsidian stones that reflected the look of malice and cruelty in Loki’s eyes. His body shimmered and he sprinted out the room with the case.

“Follow me and you die!” Threatened Loki, turning on his heels and vanishing from the room, his cloak flapping through the door.

As soon as he vanished a steel door clanged open at the back of the room and a stream of soldiers barreled in, weapons trained on anything that moved, feet slipping on the blood that covered the floor. They froze in horror at the charred at twisted remains of laboratory, mouths agape behind their gas masks, their weapons drooping in their arms.

At the front of the room the altar began to shine and a pulsing light floated above it. The apparition was accompanied by a low-pitched grinding sound throbbing slowly, culminating in a bass squeal. The edges of the shining started to straighten and solidify until a great paneled blue box on top of the crumpled altar. A band under the domed roof read ‘Police’ and the sign on the door said ‘Pull to open’.

After a second or two of astonishment from the onlookers one of the double doors swung open. A slender man with a mop of brown hair and a red bow tie appeared.

“Hello!” He announced, “I’m the Doctor!”

Part II is here - http://james-s-watson.blogspot.co.uk/2013/05/avengers-who-part-ii.html

Night time stroll

The leather soles of his shoes slipped on the wet cobbles as William strode across the boulevard. He casually glanced up at the statue of Winston Churchill leaning casually on a stonewall, cut into each individual stone was the name of a World War Two serviceman from the village. He looked up to see Winnie’s bronze smile, his lips curled to accommodate a large cigar and his right hand raised, proudly displaying the V for victory. William carried on past the memorial, his eyes scanning left and right, lovers on a park bench, faces pressed together as the rain streamed down of their soaking hair and down their backs. A tramp stamped through puddles, head bowed, his scruffy dog following him loyally, a drunk looking young man stumbled onto a park bench in a cheap suit and dropped his head into his hands, as William walked past the man smelt of tequila and he thought he heard muffled sobs.

William continued his walk, he rounded a corner and saw four lads tumbling out a bar, an angry bouncer followed them screaming threats laced with profanity. The lads just laughed, screamed and gestured back and scampered off.

William liked to see the city streets at night, particularly in rain, no tourists, less people. Cars roared past, their wheels sending waves of water crashing onto the pavement, soaking the occasional pedestrians. Most of them were like the young lads he had seen earlier. Out for a good time, but not allot happened on Tuesday nights and most of them were running towards kebab vans, their soaking shirts clinging to their bodies. Scantily clad girls faired no better, particularly the poor girl who had word a white, figure hugging dress that had got so soaked it left nothing to the imagination.

William continued to take his series of random left and right turns, more dictated by how busy the streets were than whether they took him the right way. He cut through a dark alley lined with dumpsters. Half way along was a door with a weak light about it, scattered around were thousands of cigarette butts. Restaurant he figured, judging by the size of the rat that dashed across his path and disappeared under a dumpster.

He emerged on a poorly lit street, half the street lights weren’t working and under those that did group girls, pulling their jackets tightly around them, not doing them up so they wouldn’t miss the chance to expose their revealing outfits to the occasional car that slowly crawled along the wrong side of the road. He decided to go right. He considered crossing to avoid the large red lit sign advertising a strip club. Passing under the glowing red banner he looked past the man holding out a flyer that promised a free lap dance with fifty dollars worth of drinks and to the neon sign of a girl in a short skirt bending over.

“No, Thank you.” He declined politely and kept walking.

A car pulled up in front of him and a girl in red lace stockings, black stilettos and a black trench coat stepped. As the car sped away she let her coat fall open to reveal a corset and skirt, both were ruffled and revealed a more than the girl wanted as she set about fixing her outfit. Ignoring William and he paced by.

He hailed a cab, somewhat grateful to get out the rain and asked to be taken to his hotel. He asked the taxi driver if he was having a busy night.

“Not really” came the response, silence reigned inside the taxi until the drivers phone rang and he began a conversation in a language William did not recognize.

On arrival to the hotel he paid the driver and walked through the lobby, a porter sat behind a desk and greeted him before turning back to his computer screen. Opposite the porter was a quiet bar largely occupied by couples sitting close on sofas sharing bottles of wine and business men, upright and alert as they shared their single malt nightcaps and a joke about the days work.

The empty lift spirited him to the eleventh floor and William made his way to his room. Once inside the door he pulled of his shoes and tipped them upside down, fat drops of water clung to the laces. He threw off his soaked jacket, shirt and tie and hung them on a hanger to leave for the cleaners as he made his way to the bathroom pulling of his trousers.

A scalding hot shower returned the life to his chilled body, he stood under the torent off water, not doing not thinking anything. Water streamed down his back and dripped of his hair. After many minutes he summed up the courage to turn of the flow of hot water and towel himself off. He was half dry when he slid into bed, eager for the crisp cotton sheets and luxurious down duvet. He picked up a book for the bedside table and gave the title page a cursory glance. As he flipped to the page he wanted.

‘Big book of Cliches’

He settled on the chapter entitled Towns and Cities and began a long list of check marks from the young overs and the prostitute to the tramps dog and war heroes statue.