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