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abbygrabska · 3 years ago

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Bad Wolf

I wake up surrounded by darkness but above me is a beam of light, “What happened?”

A man is crouched beside me, “It’s all right… it’s the transmat. Does your head in.”

I look around at my surroundings, blinking.

“Get a bit of amnesia. What’s your name?”

“Abby. But… where’s the Doctor?”

“Just remember, do what the Android says. Don’t provoke it. The Android’s word is law.”

“What d’you mean, android? Like… a robot?” I look around as a voice calls out.

“Postions, everyone! Thank you!”

“Come on. Hurry up!” The man helps me to my feet, “Steady, steady…”

I hang onto him for support, realizing what happened, “I was traveling. With the Doctor and Jack… They wouldn’t just leave me…”

The woman with the headset shouts, “That’s enough chat! Positions! Final call!” She’s standing next to an inactive robot, which is being attended to. The robot stands on a platform surrounded by six podiums, the contestants milling around, “Good luck!” The man smiles in anticipation and looks at me.

“But I’m not supposed to be here.” My voice shakes as I speak.

“Well, it says Abby on the podium.” He tells me.

I look, my name is lit up on one of the podiums.

“Come on!” He dashes off and climbs up to stand behind his podium.

I slowly take a place behind my podium.

I look at my surroundings, there are still people attending to the inactive Android. “This looks like…” The woman with the headset speaks, “Android activated!”

The Android springs to life, raising its face up.

“Oh god. The Android. The Anne… Droid.”

The Anne Droid speaks, “Welcome, to ‘The Weakest Link’!”

The floor manager starts to count down.

I turn to the man next to me, “But I need to find the Doc…”

Impatiently, he pushes me away, “Just… shut up and play the game!”

I flinch away at his loud voice.

“Okay…”

The Anne Droid starts asking the contestants questions.

It gets to me, “Abby, in maths, what is 258 minus 158?”

“One hundred.” I answer quietly.

The questions continue until Broff answers a question and looks distraught. It gets back to me.

“Abby, in the holovid series ‘Jupiter Rising’, the Grexnik is married to whom?”

“I don’t know, I’ve never seen it.”

The Anne Droid is asking us personal questions as we vote someone off, “So, Abby. What do you actually do?”

I bounce my foot in place, “I’m a writer.”

“Another way of saying ‘unemployed’.”

“No. I’m a self-published author.”

“Do you have a stable source of income?” “No.”

“Then you are unemployed! And yet, you’ve still got enough money to accessorize. Why Fitch?”

I stop bouncing my foot and look at Fitch apologetically, “She got some questions wrong, and I can’t vote for myself.”

Fitch sobs silently and I become uncomfortable, ‘What’s going on?’

Fitch desperately pleads to the Anne Droid for a second chance.

The Anne Droid ignores Fitch, “In fact, with three answers wrong, Broff was the weakest link in that round, but, it;s the votes that count.”

Fitch starts begging and looking around at us pleading for help.

I stare at her, before glancing at the Anne Droid.

“Fitch, you are the weakest link. Goodbye!” The Anne Droid’s mouth opens and a gun protrudes from it. It fires, and a gold light hits Fitch, and she disappears. The gun retreats back into the Anne Droid’s mouth.

I look back, only to see smoke billowing where Fitch once stood.

“Oh my god…” I realize, “Was that… is this how you sickos play this game in the future?”

Rodrick looks at me confused, “What do you mean ‘in the future’?”

“I’m not playing!” Broff whimpers, crying, “I… I can’t do it.”

The Anne Droid turns to him slowly.

Broff leaps off his podium and tries to run for it, “I’m not… please, somebody let me…”

“You are the weakest link.” The Anne Droid shoots him.

“Don’t try to escape. It’s play… or die.” Rodrick tells me.

Colleen is the next to go.

I turn to Rodrick, “Colleen was clever, she banked all our money. Why’d you vote for her?” “‘Cos I want to keep you in! You’re stupid! You don’t even know the Princess Vossaheen’s surname. When it comes to the final, I want to be up against you. So that you get disintegrated, and I get a stack-load of credits. Courtesy of the Bad Wolf Corporation…”

My blood runs cold, “What did you just say?”

“Bad Wolf Corporation.”

My mind flashes back to all the times I’ve heard that.

“The things you’ve seen… the darkness… the big bad wolf…”

“Attention all personnel, Bad Wolf One descending.”

“And over on the Bad Wolf Channel, the Face of Boe has just announced he’s pregnant.”

“Blaidd Drwg…”

“What’s it mean?”

“Bad Wolf.”

“Different times… different places… like it’s written all over the universe…”

“What’re you going on about?”

“If the Bad Wolf is in charge of this quiz, then… maybe I’m not here by mistake. Someone’s been planning this…”

Agorax screams as the disintegrator beam shoots him. The gun retreats back into the Anne Droid’s mouth and the light behind Agorax’s name on his podium goes out, “That leaves Abby and Rodrick, you’re going head-to-head… let’s play ‘The Weakest Link’.”

Rodrick speaks without looking at me, “Right, that’s the end of tactical voting… you’re on your own now.”

“Abby, in geography, the Grand Central Ravine is named after which Ancient Britain City?”

“Is it York?”

“No, the correct answer is Sheffield.”

“Rodrick, in literature, the author of ‘Lucky’ was Jackie who?”

“Stewart.” “No, the correct answer is Collins.” “Abby, the oldest inhabitant of the Isop Galaxy is the Face of what?”

“Boe! The Face of Boe!”

There are a few seconds of silence as the Anne Droid and Rodrick stare at me.

“That is the correct answer.”

“Rodrick, in history, who was the President of the Red Velvets?”

“Hoshbin Frane.”

“That is the correct answer.” Anne Droid turns to me, “Abby, in food, the dish Gaffabeque originated on which planet?”

“Um… is it… Mars?”

“Nope, the correct answer is Lucifer.”

“Rodrick, which measurement of length is said to have been defined by the Emporer Jate as the distance from his nose to his fingertip?” I glance at Rodrick, he doesn't know.

“Would that be a goffle?” “No. The correct answer is a paab. Abby, in fashion Stella Pok Baint is famous for what?”

“Shoes.” I take a firm guess.

“No. The correct answer is hats.”

“Rodrick, in physics, who discovered the Fifteen-Dash-Ten Barric Fields?”

“San… Hazeldine.”

“No… the correct answer is San Chen. Abby, in history, which Icelandic city hosted Murder Spree Twenty?” I sigh, “Reykjavik?”

“No, the correct answer is Pola Ventura.”

There’s a music cue and a smile spreads across Rodrick’s face, “Oh my god! I’ve done it!” He looks at me without pity, “You’ve lost!”

I start hyperventilating, “But I’m not meant to be here. I need to find the Doctor, he’s got to be here somewhere… he’s always here! He wouldn’t just leave me!”

Anne Droid speaks over me, “Rodrick, you are the strongest link, you will be transported with one thousand six hundred credits.”

Tears start streaming down my face, “This game is illegal! You can’t do this!”

Suddenly the Floor Manager turns to look off-set, I see the Doctor, Jack, and a blonde woman run through the door.

“Abby!” He shouts for me. “Abby, you leave this life with nothing…”

“Stop this game!” “I order you to stop this game!”

“We’re live on air!” The Doctor runs toward me as fast as he can.

I push the podium out of the way, running towards him, “Look out for the Anne Droid, it’s armed!”

I scream out as the disintegrator beam hits me, mere feet away from the Doctor.

The Doctor crouches down to the pile of dust that was Abby. The smoke clears. There’s a moment where he’s absolutely in shock… the voices in the background are meaningless to him. He picks up a piece of the dust between his fingers, feeling it… he’s just staring - broken, hollow.

The security guard pulls the Doctor to his feet and places a gun to his head. The Doctor has lost the will to resist. He just lets him do it.

Jack’s voice is distant to the Doctor. He’s staring at the pile of ashes while his hands are tied. He looks empty. A tear is glistening in his eye.

He can’t hear the guard as he is lost inside his own head. He is like a man dead.

The Doctor is slammed roughly against a gate as he is searched. He is completely unresisting, past caring. The sonic screwdriver is wrenched from his pocket. The Doctor is turned roughly back to face the security guard, who brandishes it in his face.

“Can you tell us the purpose of this device, sir?”

No response. The Doctor isn’t even looking at it.

Jack, the Doctor, and Lynda are sat on a bench in a prison cell as they are interrogated.

“Can you tell us how you got on board?”

“Just leave him alone…” Lynda says.

The security grabs her chin, silencing her, “I’m asking him.”

He releases her and turns to the Doctor, “Sir? Can you tell us who you are?”

The Doctor is against a wall having a convict’s photo taken. First from the front, the camera flashes. He turns to each side and the camera flashes twice more, the sound echoing in the silence. The Doctor is still numb, still dead.

“You will be taken from this place to the Lunar Penal Colony, there to be held without trial, you may not appeal against this sentence.”

Neither Jack or the Doctor move or make any acknowledgment of this statement, but Lynda shifts uncomfortably.

“Is that understood?”

No response. The security guard goes to the gate and opens it.

“Let’s do it.” The Doctor speaks to Jack.

All three of them leap to their feet. Jack punches and kicks his way through the gate. He tosses one guard aside, the Doctor throwing another easily against the wall, knocking them out. They all grab weapons and leave. An alarm goes off.

The three pile into the lift.

“Floor 500.”

The Doctor releases the safety catch on the huge defabricator he is now holding. His face is dark, and he means business. The lift zooms upwards.

The lift doors open. All the staff turns around, and the Doctor, Jack, and Lynda all stride out, armed to the teeth.

“Okay! Move away from the desk! Nobody try anything clever. Everybody clear!” Jack shouts.

The staff scatters as the Doctor strides towards the Controller as though he has tunnel vision.

“Stand to the sides. And stay there.”

The Doctor brandishes his gun at the Controller, “Who’s in charge of this place?”

The Controller continues counting.

“This Satellite’s more than a Game Station.”

She keeps counting.

“Who killed Abigail Greenwood?” He asks.

She ignores him, “All staff are reminded that the solar flares…”

“I want an answer!” He shouts.

“She can’t reply.” The male programmer says.

The Doctor abruptly swings the gun around to the staff, making them all flinch.

“Don’t shoot!” “Oh, don’t be so thick. Like I was ever gonna shoot.” The Doctor tosses the defabricator to the male programmer, “Captain, we've got more guards on the way up. Secure the gates.”

Jack nods.

The Doctor turns to the male programmer, “You, what were you saying?” “But… I’ve got your gun.” He states in confusion.

“Okay, so shoot me. Why can’t she answer?”

“She’s um…” He’s completely distracted by the gun he’s holding, “Can I put this down?”

The Doctor nods impatiently, “If you want, just hurry up.”

“Thanks.” He puts it down, “Sorry, um… the controller is linked to the transmissions. The entire output goes through her brain - you’re not a member of staff so she doesn’t recognize your existence.”

The Doctor looks at the Controller, “What’s her name?”

“We don’t know. She was installed when she was five years old. That’s the only life she’s ever known.”

Jack calls out, “Door’s sealed. We should be safe for about ten minutes.”

“Keep an eye on ‘em.”

“But that stuff you were saying about something going on with the Game Station, I think you’re right.” The male programmer starts.

Jack's device bleeps. He reads it and looks around.

“Unauthorized transmats… it’s been going on for years.”

“Show me.”

Captain Jack places his hand on the door to Archive Six.

A female programmer speaks, startling him, “You’re not allowed in there! Archive Six is out of bounds!” Jack simply holds up his guns, “Do I look like an out-of-bounds sort of guy?”

He places his hand on the pad and the door opens.

Jack smiles - as there, in the middle of the room, stands the Tardis. He fits the key into the lock and enters.

The Tardis is humming away, a comforting, familiar sound. Slung casually over the handrail just inside the door is one of Abby’s sweaters. He pauses, placing his hand on it briefly before moving on to the console. He checks the screen and leans closer to it, clearly puzzled, “What the hell…?”

“Solar-flare activity at delta point zero…”

The female programmer speaks impatiently to the Doctor, “If you’re not holding us hostage, then open the door and let us out. The staff is terrified.”

“That’s the same staff who execute hundreds of contestants every day…”

“That’s not our fault, we’re just doing our jobs.” She objects.

“And with that sentence, you just lost the right to even talk to me. Now back off.” He sounds disgusted, his voice rising.

Lynda flinches and the female programmer stares at him. One of the screens goes static and the lights flicker off, the sound of the power winding down.

“That’s just the solar flares. They interfere with the broadcast signal, so this place automatically powers down. Planet Earth gets a few repeats. It’s all quite normal.”

The Controller speaks quietly, “Doctor…”

The female programmer gets the Doctors attention, “I think she wants you.”

The Doctor spins around to look at the Controller at the other end of the floor.

“Doctor…”

The Doctor hurries over to stand before her.

She is still staring straight ahead with her milky eyes, “Doctor…? Where’s the Doctor?” “I’m here.”

“Can’t see. I’m blind. So blind. All my life, blind. All I can see are numbers, but I saw you.”

“What do you want?”

“Solar flares hiding me. They can’t hear me… my… my masters, they always listen but they can’t hear me now. The sun… the sun is so bright…”

“Who are your masters?”

“They wired my head, their name is forbidden. They control my thoughts, my masters… my masters, I had to be careful. They monitor the transmissions but they don’t watch the programs. I could hide you inside the games.”

Everyone is listening to her intently.

“My friend died inside your games.” He speaks coldly.

“Doesn’t matter.” She says.

“Don’t you dare tell me that.”

“They’ve been hiding. My masters, hiding in the dark space, watching and shaping the Earth… so, so, so many years… they’ve always been there. Guiding humanity, hundreds and hundreds of years…”

“Who are they?”

“They wait. They plan and grow in numbers, they’re strong now. So strong, my masters…”

The Doctor persists, “Who are they?”

The Controller suddenly looks at him, “But they speak of you. My masters, they fear the Doctor.”

The Doctor steps forward, “Tell me! Who are they?”

But at that moment, the Controller gasps. The power flickers back on, and she goes back to counting.

The Doctor speaks to the male programmer, “When’s the next solar flare?”

“Two years.”

“Fat lot of good that is.”

Jack emerges from Archive Six, “Found the Tardis!”

“We’re not leaving now.”

“No. but the Tardis worked it out.” Jack shoves the male programmer out of his chair, “You’ll wanna watch this.” The Doctor turns around to watch.

Jack then instructs Lynda to stand in an empty floor area, “Everybody watching? Okay… three, two, one…”

He presses a button and a disintegrator beam shoots down from the ceiling and hits Lynda. There’s nothing left but a billow of smoke.

“But you killed her!” The Doctor states in shock.

“Oh, d’you think?” Jack presses the button again, and Lynda reappears next to the Doctor, slightly dazed but completely unharmed.

The Doctor looks to Jack for an explanation.

“It’s a transmat beam. Not a disintegrator. A secondary transmat system.” And the Doctor realizes what he’s trying to say… his eyes light up…

Jack walks toward him, “People don’t get killed in the games! They get transported across space! Doctor, Abby is still alive!”

The Doctor laughs with ecstatic relief. They throw their arms around each other, grinning madly, so happy.

I sit up, coming back to consciousness, seeing something coming towards me, “It can’t be…” I scramble to my feet, stumbling backward, gasping, “But you’re dead… I saw you die!”

The Dalek backs me against a wall. I try to edge sideways, but am stopped by a plunger shooting out.

“Alert! Alert! We are detected!” “It is the Doctor! He has located us!”

I stare at them all, huddled against the foot of the wall.

One swivels around to face me, “The female will stand. Stand!”

I stand. The Dalek looks up and an image materializes in mid-air: the Doctor, Jack, and three people I don’t know are all staring at me.

“I will talk to the Doctor.” One of the Dalek says.

“Oh, will you? That’s nice. Hello!” He waves at them mockingly, his fake grin fading rapidly.

“The Dalek Stratagem nears completion. The Fleet is almost ready. You will not intervene.”

“Oh, really? Why’s that then?” He asks.

“We have your associate. You will obey or she will be exterminated.”

I’m shaking as I look up at the Doctor on the screen.

“No.”

“Explain yourself.”

“I said: no.”

“What is the meaning of this negative?”

“It means: no.”

“But she will be destroyed.” The Doctor stands up, “No! ‘Cos this is what I’m gonna do, I’m gonna rescue her. I’m gonna save Abigail Greenwood from the middle of the Dalek Fleet, and then I’m gonna save the Earth, and then just to finish off, I’m gonna wipe every last stinking Dalek outta the sky!”

“But you have no weapon! No defenses! No plan!”

The Doctor grins, “Yeah. and doesn’t that scare you to death? Abby?” “Yes, Doctor?” I ask.

“I’m coming to get you.” He clicks the device, and the communication line closes.

“The Doctor is initiating hostile action!”

“The Stratagem must advance. Begin the invasion of Earth!”

They spin around wildly. I gasp but they take no notice of me, I step out of their way.

“The Doctor will be exterminated!” “Exterminate!”

The entire ship is filled with thousands of Daleks crying ‘exterminate!’ as one. I look around in terror at the huge insane army.

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kemetic-dreams · 4 years ago

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Phillis Wheatley Peters, also spelled Phyllis and Wheatly (c. 1753 – December 5, 1784) was the first African-American author of a published book of poetry.Born in West Africa, she was sold into slavery at the age of seven or eight and transported to North America. She was enslaved by the Wheatley family of Boston. After she learned to read and write, they encouraged her poetry when they saw her talent.

On a 1773 trip to London with her master's son, seeking publication of her work, Wheatley met prominent people who became patrons. The publication in London of her Poems on Various Subjects, Religious and Moral on September 1, 1773, brought her fame both in England and the American colonies. Figures such as George Washington praised her work. A few years later, African-American poet Jupiter Hammon praised her work in a poem of his own.

Wheatley was emancipated by her masters shortly after the publication of her book.They soon died, and she married poor grocer John Peters, lost three children, and died in poverty and obscurity at the age of 31.

Although the date and place of her birth are not documented, scholars believe that Phillis Wheatley was born in 1753 in West Africa, most likely in present-day Gambia or Senegal. She was sold by a local chief to a visiting trader, who took her to Boston in the British Colony of Massachusetts, on July 11, 1761,on a slave ship called The Phillis.It was owned by Timothy Fitch and captained by Peter Gwinn.

On arrival in Boston, she was enslaved by John Wheatley, a wealthy Boston merchant and tailor, who bought the young girl as a slave for his wife Susanna. John and Susanna Wheatley named her Phillis, after the ship that had transported her to America. She was given their last name of Wheatley, as was a common custom if any surname was used for enslaved people.

The Wheatleys' 18-year-old daughter, Mary, was Phillis's first tutor in reading and writing. Their son, Nathaniel, also helped her. John Wheatley was known as a progressive throughout New England; his family afforded Phillis an unprecedented education for an enslaved person, and one unusual for a woman of any race. By the age of 12, she was reading Greek and Latin classics in their original languages, as well as difficult passages from the Bible. At the age of 14, she wrote her first poem, "To the University of Cambridge [Harvard], in New England".Recognizing her literary ability, the Wheatley family supported Phillis's education and left household labor to their other domestic enslaved workers. The Wheatleys often showed off her abilities to friends and family. Strongly influenced by her readings of the works of Alexander Pope, John Milton, Homer, Horace, and Virgil, Phillis began to write poetry

#senegal #gambia #phyllis wheatley #kemetic dreams #poetry #african #africans #west african

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alluse61 · 4 years ago

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fuckofffuckofffuckoffloveme · 4 years ago

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Runaway - Part Seventeen

~Masterlist~

Concept: Hazel Richards is a twenty-year-old woman living in London. When she meets a mysterious time-travelling alien known only as the Hunter, she’s thrust into a world of wonder she could only have imagined.

Warnings: swearing, follows S1 of Doctor Who.

The Hunter blinked as she woke, finding herself in a cupboard that seemed to be spinning dangerously. She made for a wall to lean against, then yelped as it gave way and she fell out into a brightly-carpeted corridor. "What's happening?" she demanded, struggling to get to her feet.

"Oh my God!" a high-pitched voice squeaked, making her wince. "I don't believe it! Why'd they put you in there? They never said you were coming."

"What happened? I was -" She cut herself off as she lurched sideways, the woman rushing to support her.

"Careful now. Oh! Oh, mind yourself!" she exclaimed as the Hunter hit her head on the wall behind her. "Oh, that's the transmat. It scrambles your head. I was sick for days. All right?" She let her stand for herself, leaning heavily against the wall. "So, what's your name then, sweetheart?"

"Art- no, no, that's not right. The Hunter, I think. I was, er - I don't know. What happened? How -?"

"You got chosen," the blonde woman stated.

The Hunter blinked, holding her head. "Chosen for what?"

"You're a housemate," the woman told her, grinning. "You're in the house. Isn't that brilliant?!"

"That's not fair!" a young man exclaimed. "We've got eviction in five minutes! I've been here for all nine weeks, I've followed the rules, I haven't had a single warning, and then she comes swanning in."

Another woman joined in. "If they keep changing the rules, I'm going to protest, I am. You watch me, I'm going to paint the walls."

A tannoy rang out across the room. "Would the Hunter please come to the Diary Room?" The blonde woman showed the Hunter through a door with a stylised eye on it, and the Time Lady sat in a comfy chair, trying to figure out what the hell was going on. "You are live on channel forty four thousand. Please do not swear."

"You have got to be kidding me," the Hunter rolled her eyes as she finally recognised where she was.

***

Hazel groaned a little as she stirred, blinking when she saw a dark-skinned young man watching over her. "What happened?" she asked, her voice croaky from lack of use.

"It's all right," the man assured her. "It's the transmat. Does your head in. Get a bit of amnesia. What's your name?"

"Hazel. But where's the Hunter?"

"Just remember, do what the android says," the man advised. "Don't provoke it. The android's word is law."

Hazel frowned. "What do you mean, android? Like a robot?"

A woman called out instructions from about twenty yards away. "Positions, everyone! Thank you!"

"Come on, hurry up," the man said, helping Hazel to her feet and supporting her when she stumbled. "Steady, steady."

"I was travelling," Hazel remembered, "with the Hunter and a man called Captain Jack. The Hunter wouldn't just leave me."

"That's enough chat! Positions! Final call! Good luck!"

Hazel blinked, clutching onto the podium for balance. "But I'm not supposed to be here."

"It says Hazel on the podium," the man stated, shrugging. Judging by his podium, he was called Rodrick. "Come on."

"Hold on, I must be going mad," Hazel frowned, looking around at the set-up of the place. "It can't be... This looks like the -"

"Android activated!" the floor manager called.

Hazel's eyes widened as the robot came into view. "Oh my God, the android. The Anne Droid."

"Welcome to The Weakest Link!" the Anne Droid announced.

***

"Here we go again," a female voice sighed. "We've got our work cut out for us."

"I don't know," another stated. "He's sort of handsome. Has a good lantern jaw."

"Lantern jaws are so last year," the first scoffed.

Jack opened his eyes blearily to see a pair of droids - one tall and thin, the other short and curvy - looking down at him. He appeared to be lying on an examination couch, and a quick glance around showed not much more than some mirrors and a few racks of clothes. He grinned nervously. "Sorry, but - nice to meet you, ladies - but where exactly am I?"

"We're giving you a brand new image," one of the droids said. According to the badge on her front, her name was Trine-E.

"Hold on, I was with Queenie and Jules," Jack remembered. Then, what the droid had said caught up to him, and he frowned, standing. "Why, is there something wrong with what I'm wearing?"

"It's all very twentieth century," the other droid, Zu-Zana, complained. "Where did you get that denim?" She was eyeing his jeans suggestively.

"A little place in Cardiff," Jack replied. "It was called the Top Shop."

"Ah!" Zu-Zana clearly knew of it. "Design classic."

"But we're going to have to find you some new colours," Trine-E decided. "Maybe get rid of that Oklahoma Farm Boy thing you've got going on."

"Just stand still and let the Defabricator work its magic," Zu-Zana advised.

Jack frowned. "What's a defabricator?" Trine-E didn't answer, just activated it. Jack looked down at himself as his clothes vanished. "Okay. Defabricator. Does exactly what it says on the tin. Am I naked in front of millions of viewers?"

"Absolutely!" Trine-E and Zu-Zana cried simultaneously.

Jack grinned confidently. "Ladies, your viewing figures just went up."

***

The Hunter had left the Diary Room to investigate the house. She hadn't got her jacket with her, but thankfully, she'd been using her sonic screwdriver as a decorative piece in her simple up-do, so she was able to use it to try and open the door out of the house. She swore when the door refused to budge. "I can't open it."

"It's got a deadlock seal, ever since Big Brother five hundred and four when they all walked out. You must remember that," the blonde woman told her.

"What about this?" the Hunter asked, indicating what looked like a darkened window.

"Oh, that's exoglass," the woman supplied. "You'd need a nuclear bomb to get through."

The Hunter rolled her eyes, biting her lip as she worried about where Hazel and Jack were. "Don't tempt me."

"I know you're not supposed to talk about the outside world, but you must've been watching," the woman said, looking nervous. "Do people like me? Lynda. Lynda with a Y, not Linda with an I. She got forcibly evicted because she damaged the camera. Am I popular?"

"I don't remember," the Hunter shrugged, trying to brush it off as she searched for a possible exit.

Lynda's eyes widened. "Oh, but does than mean I'm nothing. Some people get this far just because they're insignificant. Doesn't anybody notice me?"

The Hunter sighed. "No, you're, you're nice. You're sweet. Everybody thinks you're sweet."

"Oh, is that right?" Lynda's face had lit up. "Is that what I am? Oh, no one's ever told me that before. Am I sweet? Really?"

"Yeah," the Hunter flashed a grin. "Dead sweet."

"Thank you," Lynda smiled sincerely.

The Hunter frowned as she came to the other end of the house. "It's a wall." She remembered times she'd seen it on TV at Jace's flat. "Isn't there supposed to be a garden out there or something?"

Lynda snorted. "Don't be daft. No one's got a garden anymore. Who's got a garden? Don't tell me you've got a garden."

"No, I've just got the TARDIS." The Hunter's eyes widened. "I remember!"

"That's the amnesia," Lynda nodded, grinning. So what happened? Where did they get you?"

"We'd just left Raxacoricofallapatorius," the Hunter remembered. "Then we went to Kyoto. That's right, Japan in 1336, and we only just escaped. We were together, we were laughing, and then there was this light. This white light coming through the walls, and then - and then I woke up here."

"Yeah, that's the transmat beam," Lynda told her. "That's how they pick the housemates."

"Oh, Lynda with a Y. Sweet little Lynda," the Hunter sighed, shaking her head. "It's worse than that. I'm not just a passing traveller. No stupid little transmat gets inside my ship. That beam was fifteen million times more powerful, which means this isn't just a game. There's something else going on." She turned to one of the cameras and glared at it. "Well, here's the latest update from the Big Brother house. I'm getting out. I'm going to find my friends, and then I'm going to find you."

***

"Seventeen, sixteen, fifteen," the floor manager counted down. "Thank you, people. Transmitting in twelve, eleven, ten..."

"But I need to find the Hun-!" Hazel protested.

"Just shut up and play the game," Rodrick hissed. There was something in his voice that made her want to play, if only to kick his ass.

"All right, then," she shrugged. "What the hell. I'm going to play to win!"

"Three, and cue!"

The Anne Droid came to life suddenly. "Let's play The Weakest Link. Start the clock. Agorax, the name of which basic foodstuff is an anagram of the word 'beard'?"

"Bread," Agorax answered, looking scared.

"Correct. Fitch, in the Pan Traffic Calendar, which month comes after Hoob?"

"Is - Is it Clavadoe?" Fitch guessed.

"No, Pandoff. Hazel, in maths, what is 258 minus 158?"

"One hundred," Hazel answered confidently. This wasn't so hard.

"Correct. Rodrick -"

"Bank," he stated.

"Which letter of the alphabet appears in the word dangle but not in the word gland?"

"E," Rodrick answered.

"Correct. Colleen, in social security, what D is the name of the payment given to Martian Drones?"

"Default," she answered.

"Correct, Broff, the Great Cobalt Pyramid is built on the remains of which famous Old Earth Institute?"

"Er, Touchdown," he guessed, trying to sound confident.

"No, Torchwood. Agorax, in language, all five examples of which type of letter appear in the word facetious?"

"Vowels," Agorax answered.

"Correct. Fitch, in biology, which blood cells contain iron? Red or white?"

"White," Fitch tried.

"No, red. Hazel, in the holovid series 'Jupiter Rising', the Grexnik is married to whom?"

Hazel laughed, shrugging. "How should I know?"

"No, the correct answer is Lord Drayvole. Rodrick, in maths, what is nine squared?"

"Eighty one," he answered.

***

Jack was posing in front of the mirror, not looking convinced about his new outfit.

"It's the buccaneer look," Trine-E assured him. "Little dash pirate and just a tweak of President Schwarzenegger."

"Er, not sure about the vest," Jack confessed. "What about a little bit of colour to lift it?"

"Absolutely not," Zu-Zana admonished. "Never wear black with colour. It makes the colour look cheap and the black look boring. Now, let's talk jackets."

"I kind of like the first one," Jack suggested, his mind too busy trying to figure out a plan to focus on the jackets.

"No, that's a bit too much Hell's Angel," Zu-Zana told him. "I think I like the shorter one. Look, waist length, nice and slimming, shows off the bum."

Jack shrugged as she slapped his ass. "Works for me," he smirked.

"Once we've got an outfit, we can look at the face. Ever thought about cosmetic surgery?" Trine-E asked.

"I've considered it, yeah," he nodded. "A little lift around the eyes, tighten up the jaw line. What do you think?"

"Oh, let's have a bit more ambition," Trine-E stated. "Let's go something cutting edge." Her forearm detached to reveal a spinning chainsaw. Jack gulped.

***

"So, Hazel, what do you actually do?" the Anne Droid questioned.

"I just travel around a bit," Hazel shrugged. "Bit of a tourist, I suppose."

"Another way of saying unemployed," the Anne Droid stated.

Hazel narrowed her eyes. "No."

"Have you got a job?"

She blinked. "Well, not really, no, but -"

"Then you are unemployed. And yet, you've still got enough money to buy peroxide," the Anne Droid noted. Hazel frowned. She was a natural blonde! "Why Fitch?"

"Er, I think she got a few of the questions wrong, that's all," Hazel bit her lip.

"Oh, you'd know all about that."

Hazel glared. "Well, yeah, but I can't vote for myself, so it had to be Fitch." She blinked as Fitch burst into tears. "I'm sorry, that's the game. That's how it works. I had to vote for someone."

"Let me try again!" Fitch begged, tears streaming down her cheeks. "It was the lights and everything. I couldn't think."

"In fact, with three answers wrong, Broff was the weakest link in that round, but it's votes that count," the Anne Droid reported.

"I'm sorry!" Fitch cried. "Please! Oh God, help me!"

"Fitch, you are the weakest link. Goodbye!" A gun came out of the Anne Droid's mouth and the beam it shot disintegrated Fitch.

"And we've gone to the adverts," the floor manager announced. "Back in three minutes."

"What's that?" Hazel demanded, staring in horror at where Fitch had stood, a small pile of dust being all that remained of her. "What just happened?"

"She was the weakest link, she gets disintegrated," Rodrick shrugged. "Blasted into atoms."

"But I voted for her," Hazel whispered, feeling nauseous. "Oh my God. This is sick. All of you, you're just sick! I'm not playing this."

"I'm not playing!" Broff shouted suddenly, drowning her out. "I can't do it! I'm not - Please, somebody let me out of here." He started running across the studio.

"You are the weakest link," the Anne Droid announced, and disintegrated him. "Goodbye."

"Don't try to escape," Rodrick advised a pale Hazel. "It's play or die."

***

"Hunter, they said all the housemates must gather on the sofa," Lynda called. "You've got to."

"I'm busy getting out, thanks," the Hunter told her, sonicing the door to no effect.

"But if you don't obey, then all the housemates get punished," Lynda reasoned.

She shrugged. "Well, maybe I'll be voted out, then."

"How stupid are you?" the man, Strood, demanded. "You've only just joined, you're not eligible."

"Don't try anything clever or we all get it in the neck," Lynda warned as the Hunter sighed, coming over and sitting on the sofa.

The TV in front of them came to life suddenly. "Big Brother House, this is Davina Droid. Crosbie, Lynda, and Strood, you have all been nominated for eviction. And the eighth person to be evicted from the Big Brother House is..." There was a long, drawn-out pause, making the Hunter roll her eyes, lean back and put her feet up on the table. "Crosbie!"

Lynda gasped. "I'm sorry! Oh, I'm sorry! Sorry!"

"Oh, it should've been me," Strood said, hugging Crosbie. "Oh, that's not fair, Crosbie love."

"Crosbie, you have ten seconds to make your farewells, and then we're going to get you."

"I won't forget you," Lynda promised.

"I'm sorry I stole your soap," Crosbie apologised tearfully.

"I don't mind, honestly," Lynda assured her.

"Thanks for the food," Strood said. "You're a smashing cook. Bless you."

"Crosbie, please leave the Big Brother House," Davina Droid ordered. A door opened into a short white corridor, with another door at the far end.

"Bye then," Crosbie whispered. "Bye, Lynda."

"Bye," Lynda sniffed. She and Strood made an arch with their arms and Crosbie walked through into the corridor. The door shut behind her, and she appeared on the TV screen. "I don't believe it. Crosbie."

"It's only a game show," the Hunter pointed out, rolling her eyes. "She'll make a fortune on the outside. Sell her story, release a record, fitness video, all of that. She'll be laughing."

"What do you mean, on the outside?" Lynda asked, staring at her tearfully.

"Here we go," Strood muttered, and the pair of them ran to see Crosbie onscreen.

"What are they waiting for?" the Hunter frowned. "Why don't they just let her go?"

"Stop it, it's not funny!"

"Eviction in five, four, three, two one." A beam came from the ceiling and hit Crosbie. She disappeared in a puff of smoke.

The Hunter, who up until this point had only been half-watching, shot up, her eyes widening. "What was that?"

"Disintegrator beam," Strood replied.

"She's been evicted. From life," Lynda added.

"Are you insane?" the Hunter demanded angrily. "You just step right into the disintegrator? Is it that important, getting your face on the telly? Is it worth dying for?"

"You're talking like we've got a choice!" Lynda shot back.

Now the Time Lady was confused. "But I thought you had to apply."

"Don't be so stupid," Strood scowled. "That's how they played it centuries back."

"You get chosen whether you like it or not," Lynda explained. "Everyone on Earth is a potential contestant. The transmat beam picks you out at random. And it's non-stop. There are sixty Big Brother houses running all at once."

"How many? Sixty?" the Hunter asked, paling.

"They've had to cut back," Strood nodded. "It's not what it was."

"It's a charnel house!" the Hunter retorted. "What about the winners? What do they get?"

"They get to live," Lynda stated.

"Is that it?"

"Well, isn't that enough?"

"Hazel's out there," the Hunter realised. "She and Jack got caught in the transmat. They're contestants. Time I got out." She got up. "That other contestant, uh, Linda with an I. She was forcibly evicted for what?"

"Damage to property," Lynda supplied.

"What, like this?" the Hunter asked, crushing a camera telekinetically.

***

Now Jack was in tennis whites. "No, I'm just not getting this," he sighed, keeping an eye on the droids behind him. "It's just too safe. Too decent. And you'd never keep it clean."

"Stage two, ready and waiting," Zu-Zana announced.

"Bring it on, girls." They disintegrated his clothes again.

"And now it's time for the face off!" Trine-E cheered.

"What does that mean?" Jack asked warily. "Do I get to compete with someone else?"

"No. Like I said, face off." Trine-E started up her chainsaw.

"I think you'd look good with a dog's head," Zu-Zana suggested, snipping a pair of large scizzors menacingly.

"Or maybe no head at all," Trine-E countered. "That would be so outrageous."

"And we could stitch your legs to the middle of your chest," Zu-Zana added.

"Nothing is too extreme," Trine-E declared. "It's to die for."

Jack sighed. "Now, hold on, ladies. I don't want to have to shoot either one of you."

"But you're unarmed!" Trine-E pointed out.

"You're naked!" Zu-Zana added. Jack grabbed a small gun from behind him. "But that's a Compact Laser Deluxe!"

"Where were you hiding that?" Trine-E questioned.

"You really don't want to know," Jack chuckled.

"Give me that accessory," Trine-E ordered, moving forwards with Zu-Zana. Jack shot their heads off.

***

"You are the weakest link. Goodbye!" Colleen was atomised.

"Going to the break!" the floor manager called. "Two minutes on the clock. Just a reminder we've got solar flare activity coming up in ten. Thanks, everyone."

"Colleen was clever," Hazel hissed. "She banked all our money. Why'd you vote for her?"

"Because I want to keep you in," Rodrick told her. "You're stupid! You don't even know the Princess Vossaheen's surname. When it comes to the final, I want to be up against you, so that you get disintegrated and I get a stack load of credits courtesy of the Bad Wolf Corporation."

Hazel had blanched, but not at the disintegration thing. "What do you mean? Who's Bad Wolf?"

"They're in charge," Rodrick shrugged. "They run the Game Station."

"Why are they called Bad Wolf?" Hazel questioned.

"I don't know," he frowned. "It's just a name. It's like an Old Earth nursery rhyme sort of thing - what does it matter?"

"I keep hearing those words everywhere we go," Hazel remembered. "Bad Wolf."

"The things you've seen. The darkness. The big bad wolf."

"Attention all personnel. Bad Wolf One descending."

"Blaidd Drwg."

"What's it mean?"

"Bad Wolf."

She smiled, remembering the little boy that had graffitied Bad Wolf on the TARDIS at the Powell Estate. "Different times, different places, like it's written all over the universe."

"What're you going on about?" Rodrick frowned, confused.

"If the Bad Wolf is in charge of this quiz, then maybe I'm not here by mistake. Someone's been planning this," Hazel realised, seeing a tiny glimmer of hope.

***

"Hunter, you've broken the House Rules. Big Brother has no choice but to evict you. You have ten seconds to make your farewells, and then we're going to get you!"

"That's more like it!" the Hunter grinned, banging on the door. "Come on, then. Open up!"

"You're mad!" Lynda shook her head. "It's like you want to die!"

"I reckon she's a plant," Strood decided. "She was only brought in to stir things up."

"The Hunter, please leave the Big Brother house."

The Hunter grinned, running into the corridor, then smiled for the camera. "Come on, then, disintegrate me! Come on, what're you waiting for? Disintegrate me! What are you waiting for?"

"Eviction in five, four, three, two, one." The machine shut down.

"See! I knew it!" the Hunter grinned victoriously. "You see, someone brought me into this game. If they'd wanted me dead, they could've transmatted me into a volcano. They want me alive." She turned to the door that lead outside. "Maybe security isn't as tight this end. Are you following this? I'm getting out!" She soniced the door, opening it. Lynda opened the other door. "Come with me."

"We're not allowed!" Strood protested.

"Stay in there, you've got a fifty fifty chance of disintegration," the Hunter pointed out. "Stay with me, I promise I'll get you out alive. Come on!"

"No, I can't. I can't," Lynda hesitated.

"Lynda, you're sweet," the Hunter sighed. "From what I've seen of your world, do you think anyone votes for sweet?" She held out her hand. Lynda took it and they left the house. The Hunter frowned as they entered a long, familiar-looking corridor. "Hold on. I've been here before. This is Satellite Five. No guards," she noticed. "That makes a change. You'd think a big business like Satellite Five would be armed to the teeth."

Lynda frowned. "No one's called it Satellite Five in ages. It's the Game Station now. Hasn't been Satellite Five in about a hundred years."

"A hundred years exactly," the Hunter confirmed. "It's the year two zero zero one zero zero. I was here before, Floor One Thirty Nine. The Satellite was broadcasting news channels back then. Had a bit of trouble upstairs. Nothing too serious. Easy. Gave them a hand, home in time for tea."

"A hundred years ago?" Lynda echoed. "What, you were here a hundred years ago?"

"Yep."

"You're looking good on it," she mentioned.

The Hunter flashed her a grin, getting out her sonic screwdriver. "I moisturise. Funny sorts of readings. All kinds of energy. The place is humming. It's weird. This goes way beyond normal transmissions. What would they need all that power for?"

"I don't know," Lynda shrugged. "I think we're the first ever contestants to get outside."

"I had two friends travelling with me," the Hunter stated. "They must've got caught in the same transmat. Where would they be?"

Lynda shrugged again. "I don't know. They could've been allocated anywhere. There's a hundred different games."

"Like what?"

"Well, there's ten floors of Big Brother. There's a different House behind each of those doors. And then beyond that, there's all sorts of shows. It's non-stop. There's Call My Bluff, with real guns. Countdown, where you've got thirty seconds to stop the bomb going off. Ground Force, which is a nasty one. You get turned into compost. Uh, Wipeout, speaks for itself. Oh, and Stars In Their Eyes. Literally, stars in their eyes. If you don't sing, you get blinded."

The Hunter raised her eyebrows. "And you watch this stuff?"

"Everyone does," Lynda told her. "How come you don't?"

"Never paid for my licence," the Hunter shrugged.

"Oh my God!" Lynda gasped, her eyes wide. "You get executed for that."

The Hunter snorted. "I'd like to see them try."

"You keep saying things that don't make sense. Who are you though, Hunter, really?" Lynda asked.

"It doesn't matter," the Time Lady dismissed.

"Well, it does to me. I've just put my life in your hands," Lynda pointed out.

The Hunter smiled briefly. "I'm just a traveller, wandering past. Believe it or not, all I'm after is a quiet life."

"So, if we get out of here, what're you going to do?" Lynda wondered. "Just wander off again?"

"Fast as I can," the Hunter nodded.

"So, I could come with you?" Lynda suggested casually.

"Maybe you could."

"I wouldn't get in the way."

The Hunter smirked. "Yeah, but first, we've got to concentrate on the getting out part. And to do that, you've got to know your enemy. Who's controlling it? Who's in charge of the satellite now?"

"Hold on," Lynda muttered. She ran over to a breaker lever and pulled it, lighting up a sign behind the Hunter. "Your lords and masters." The Hunter turned and blanched when she saw the name - Bad Wolf Corporation.

***

Jack had found himself some decent clothes before starting to take apart the Defabricator for parts. "Compatible systems," he muttered. "Just align the wave signature... Attaboy! Got myself a gun. Well, ladies, the pleasure was all mine. Which is the only thing that matters in the end." He ran out onto Floor Two Ninety Nine, called the lift, then checked his vortex manipulator, scanning the space station. "Two hearts, that's her. Which floor?" He smirked, getting into the lift.

***

"Blimey!" Lynda breathed, looking out of a large observation window to the planet below. "I've never seen it for real before. Not from orbit. Planet Earth."

The Hunter frowned, her brow furrowing at the sight before her. "What's happened to it?"

"Well, it's always been like that," Lynda shrugged. "Ever since I was born. See that there? That's the Great Atlantic Smog Storm. It's been going twenty years. We get newsflashes telling us when it's safe to breath outside."

"So the population just sits there?" the Hunter asked. "Half the world's too fat, and half the world's too thin, and you lot just watch telly?"

"Ten thousand channels, all beaming down from here," Lynda confirmed.

"The Human Race. Brainless sheep being fed on a diet of -" She paused, distracted. "Mind you, have they still got that programme with three people have to live with a bear?"

"Oh, Bear With Me!" Lynda grinned. "I love that one!"

"And me," the Hunter grinned. "The celebrity edition where the bear got in the bath."

"Got in the bath!" Lynda exclaimed at the same time, laughing.

"But it's all gone wrong," the Hunter shook her head, suddenly serious again. "I mean, history's gone wrong again. This should be the Fourth Great and Bountiful Human Empire. I don't understand. Last time I was here I put it right."

"No, but that's when it first went wrong," Lynda stated. "A hundred years ago, like you said. All the news channels, they just shut down overnight."

"But that was me," the Hunter blinked. "I did that."

"There was nothing in their place," Lynda explained. "No information. The whole planet just froze. The government, the economy, they collapsed. That was the start of it. One hundred years of hell."

The Hunter had blanched, staring down at the ruin of a planet below. "I made this world," she realised.

***

Agorax screamed as he was disintegrated, and Hazel bit her lip, closing her eyes.

"That leaves Hazel and Rodrick," the Anne Droid announced. "You're going head to head. Let's play The Weakest Link."

Rodrick nodded. "Right, that's the end of tactical voting. You're on your own now."

***

"Hey, gorgeous!" The Hunter whipped round and ran to hug Jack as he stepped out of the lift. "Good to see you too, Queenie. Any sign of Jules?"

"Can't you track her down?" she asked, indicating his vortex manipulator.

He shook his head. "She must still be inside the games. All the rooms are shielded."

"If I can just get inside this computer," she sighed, returning to it. Lynda eyed Jack curiously. "She's got to be here somewhere."

"Well, you'd better hurry up. These games don't have a happy ending," Jack stated.

She bristled. "Do you think I don't know that?"

Jack squeezed her shoulder, handing over his vortex manipulator. "There you go, patch that in. It's programmed to find her."

"Thanks," she muttered, and he turned to Lynda.

"Hey, there."

"Hello," Lynda smiled.

"Captain Jack Harkness."

"Lynda Moss."

Jack winked. "Nice to meet you, Lynda Moss."

The Hunter rolled her eyes. "Do you mind flirting outside?"

"I was just saying hello!" Jack protested, grinning.

"For you, that's flirting," the Hunter reminded him.

"I'm not complaining," Lynda blushed.

"Muchas gracias," Jack grinned.

The Hunter growled. "It's not compatible. This stupid system doesn't make sense!" Jack took off the front plate and started working inside the computer. "This place should be a basic broadcaster, but the systems are twice as complicated. It's more than just television. This station's transmitting something else."

"Like what?" Jack asked.

"I don't know," the Hunter sighed. "This whole Bad Wolf thing's tied up with me. Someone's manipulated my entire life. It's some sort of trap and Hazel is stuck inside it."

***

"Hazel, in geography, the Grand Central Ravine is named after which ancient British city?"

"Is it York?" Hazel guessed.

"No, the correct answer is Sheffield."

***

"Found her," the Hunter exclaimed victoriously. "Floor Four Oh Seven."

Lynda blanched. "Oh my God. She's with the Anne Droid. You've got to get her out of there."

***

"Rodrick, in literature, the author Lucky was Jackie who?"

"Stewart," Rodrick answered.

"No, the correct answer is Collins. Hazel, the oldest inhabitant of Isop Galaxy is the Face of what?"

"Boe!" Hazel exclaimed, ignoring Rodrick's surprised expression. "The Face of Boe!"

"That is the correct answer."

***

"Come on, come on!" the Hunter muttered, bouncing on her toes impatiently in the lift.

***

"Rodrick, in history, who was the President of the Red Velvets?"

"Hoshbin Frane," Rodrick replied.

"That is the correct answer. Hazel, in food, the dish Gaffabeque originated on which planet?"

Hazel bit her lip. "Uh, is it Mars?"

"No, the correct answer is Lucifer. Rodrick, which measurement of length is said to have been defined by the Emperor Jate as the distance from his nose to his fingertip?"

"Would that be a goffle?" Rodrick guessed.

"No, the correct answer is a paab. Hazel, in fashion, Stella Pok Baint is famous for what?"

"Shoes," Hazel replied, shrugging.

"No, the correct answer is hats. Rodrick, in physics, who discovered the Fifteen Dash Ten Barric Fields?"

***

"Game Room Six, which one is it?" the Hunter demanded as they ran out of the lift on Four Oh Seven.

"Over here!" Lynda called.

***

"San Hazeldine," Rodrick stated.

"No, the correct answer is San Chen."

***

"Stand back, let me blast it open," Jack ordered.

The Hunter shook her head, pulling out her sonic screwdriver. "You can't. It's made of Hydra combination."

***

"Hazel, in history, which Icelandic city hosted Murder Spree Twenty?"

"Reykjavik?" Hazel guessed, her heart thumping.

"No, the correct is Pola Ventura." Hazel's heart sank.

"Oh my God! I've done it! You've lost!" Rodrick exclaimed.

***

"Come on, come on, come on," the Hunter muttered under her breath as she worked on the lock.

***

"But I'm not meant to be here!" Hazel protested, close to tears, fighting to keep it together. "I need to find the Hunter, she's got to be here somewhere, she's always here! She wouldn't just leave me!"

"Rodrick, you are the strongest link, you will be transported home with one thousand six hundred credits."

"Oh, thank you, thank you so much!" Rodrick was crying in relief.

"This game is illegal!" Hazel insisted. "I'm telling you to stop!"

The Hunter burst through the door. "Haze! Stop this game!"

"Hazel, you leave this life with nothing."

"Stop this game!" Jack shouted.

"I order you to stop this game!" the Hunter yelled.

"You are the weakest link."

"Look out for the Anne Droid, it's armed!" Hazel cried. She ran towards the Hunter and Jack, and the Anne Droid shot her, the beam disintegrating her instantly. The Hunter ran to where she'd been, kneeling next to the pile of dust.

"Back off!" Jack shouted as guards flooded in, keeping them away from the Hunter. "Don't you touch her! Leave her alone!"

A security guard took the Hunter's arm, trying to pull her away, while another dealt with Jack. "Sir, put down the gun or I'll have to shoot."

"You killed her!" Jack cried, his voice cracking. "Your stupid freaking game show killed her!"

"Ma'am, I'm arresting you under Private Legislation Sixteen of the Game Station Syndicate."

***

"Can you tell us the purpose of this device, ma'am?" A guard brandished the sonic screwdriver in front of the Hunter's emotionless face. "Can you tell us how you got on board?"

"Just leave her alone," Lynda scowled.

The guard glared at her. "I'm asking her. Ma'am? Can you tell us who you are?" He sighed, giving up. "You will be taken from this place to the Lunar Penal Colony, there to be held without trial. You may not appeal against this sentence. Is that understood?"

As a second guard unlocked the cage to let his colleague out, the Hunter glanced at Jack and said the first words she'd spoken since Hazel's death. "Let's do it."

Immediately, Jack kicked out the legs of the guard, before the Hunter telekinetically smashing the other man's head into a wall, then threw them both in the cell and locked the door. Jack grabbed his Defabricator gun, the Hunter took her sonic screwdriver, and Lynda stole the guards' weapons.

They ran to the lift. "Floor 500," the Hunter ordered.

***

"Okay, move away from the desk!" Jack ordered as he left the lift first, aiming his Defabricator gun at the staff. "Nobody try anything clever. Everybody clear. Stand to the side and stay there."

The Hunter came out next, Lynda following her. "Who's in charge of this place?" the Hunter demanded, walking towards a woman who was hooked up to the computers, the Controller.

"Nineteen, eighteen..." the Controller counted.

"This Satellite's more than a Game Station."

"Seventy nine, eighty..."

"Who killed Hazel Norton?"

"All staff are reminded that solar flares -"

"I want an answer!"

"Occur in delta point one -"

"She can't reply," one man exclaimed, then cowered as the Hunter turned to him. "Don't shoot."

"Oh, don't be so thick," the Hunter rolled her eyes. She threw the gun she'd commandeered to him, then glanced at a computer, seeing guards getting into the lifts on some kind of CCTV. "Captain, we've got more guards on the way up. Secure the exits."

Jack nodded. "Yes, ma'am."

The Hunter pointed at the man who now held her gun. "You. What were you saying?"

"But I've got your gun," he stammered.

She narrowed her eyes. "Okay, so shoot me. Why can't she answer?"

"She's uh... Can I put this down?"

"If you want, just hurry up."

"Thanks. Sorry. The Controller is linked to the transmissions. The entire output goes through her brain," the man explained. "You're not a member of staff so she doesn't recognise your existence."

"What's her name?" the Hunter questioned.

"I don't know. She was installed when she was five years old. That's the only life she's ever known."

"Door's sealed," Jack reported. "We should be safe for about ten minutes."

"Keep an eye on them," the Hunter called back, meeting his eyes for a second before looking away, swallowing.

"But that stuff you were saying about something going on with the Game Station," the man said. "I think you're right. I've kept a log. Unauthorised transmats, encrypted signals, it's been going on for years."

"Show me," the Hunter ordered.

***

Jack tried to open another door, seeing if it was an exit. A woman tried to stop him. "You're not allowed in there. Archive Six is out of bounds."

"Lady, I am holding a gun and my sister is dead because of you," Jack glared. "You really wanna tell me what I can and can't do?" She backed off, and he opened the door, grinning a little when he saw the TARDIS. He went inside and activated the monitor. "What the hell?"

***

"Solar flare activity in delta point zero fifteen," the Controller stated.

"If you're not holding us hostage, then open the door and let us out," a woman pleaded. "The staff are terrified."

"That's the same staff who execute hundreds of contestants every day, yes?" the Hunter checked, not looking up from the computer she was looking at.

"Yes, but - That's not out faults! We're just doing our jobs."

The Hunter looked up to give her a cold glare. "And with that sentence you just lost the right to even talk to me. Now back off!" She looked round as the power cut out.

"That's just the solar flares," the man - who'd introduced himself as Pavale - assured her. "They interfere with the broadcast signal, so this place automatically powers down. Planet Earth gets a few repeats. It's all quite normal."

"Hunter," the Controller whispered.

"Hunter?" the woman asked.

The Hunter just barely kept herself from screaming at her. "Whatever it is, you can wait."

"I think she wants you," the woman said, ignoring the Time Lady's anger.

"Hunter? Hunter? Where's the Hunter?"

"I'm here," the Hunter stated, moving to look up at her.

"Can't see. I'm blind. So blind. All my life, blind. All I can see is numbers, but I saw you."

"What do you want?" the Hunter questioned.

"Solar flares hiding me," the Controller muttered. "They can't hear me. My masters, they always listen but they can't hear me now. The sun, the sun is so bright."

"Who are your masters?"

"They wired my head. The name's forbidden. They control my thoughts. My masters. My masters, I had to be careful. They monitor transmissions but they don't watch the programmes. I could hide you inside the games. Knew that you would find me."

"My... my friend died inside your games," the Hunter said, narrowing her eyes.

"Doesn't matter."

The Hunter bristled. "Don't you dare tell me that!"

"They've been hiding. My masters hiding in the dark space, watching and shaping the Earth so, so, so many years. Always been there, guiding humanity, hundreds and hundreds of years."

"Who are they?" the Hunter asked.

"They wait and plan and grow in numbers. They're strong now. So strong, my masters."

"Who are they?"

"But they speak of you, my masters, they fear the Hunter."

"Tell me, who are they?" the Hunter demanded.

The power came back on. "Twenty one, twenty two," the Controller muttered.

"When's the next solar flare?" the Hunter asked.

"Two years time," Pavale stated quietly.

The Hunter swore. "Fat lot of good that is."

"Found the TARDIS," Jack announced, jogging out of Archive Six.

"We're not leaving now," the Hunter told him.

"No, but she worked it out," Jack grinned, moving to a nearby console. "You'll want to watch this. Lynda, could you stand over there for me please?"

"I just want to go home," Lynda mumbled.

"It'll only take a second," Jack promised, flashing that brilliant grin. "Could you stand in that spot, quick as you can. Everybody watching? Okay, three, two, one." He pressed a button. A beam came down, and Lynda vanished in a puff of smoke.

The Hunter blanched, staring at her friend in horror. "But you killed her!"

Jack grinned. "Oh, do you think?" Another button made another beam, and Lynda reappeared.

"What the hell was that?" she asked, looking dazed.

"It's a transmat beam," Jack replied, and the Hunter's eyes widened in hope. "Not a disintegrator, a secondary transmat system. People don't get killed in the games, they get transported across space. Queenie, Jules is still alive!" She hugged him, crying in relief, him laughing happily.

***

Hazel stirred, feeling the ground below her humming. Her eyes widened when she saw a very familiar enemy approaching her. "No, it can't be. You're dead. I saw you die!"

***

"She's out there somewhere," the Hunter whispered, grinning as she worked at a console, trying to figure out where she'd been taken to.

"Hunter," the Controller called, making the Time Lady look up. "Co-ordinates five point six point one -"

The Hunter quickly typed them in. "Don't! The solar flare's gone. They'll hear you."

"Point four three four. No, my masters, no! I defy you! Stigma seven seven -" She disappeared with a scream and a puff of smoke.

"They took her," the Hunter sighed, inputting the co-ordinates. They weren't done yet.

"Look, use that," Pavale said, offering them a disc. "It might contain the final numbers. I kept a log of all the unscheduled transmissions."

"Nice, thanks," Jack smiled. "Captain Jack Harkness, by the way."

"I'm Davitch Pavale."

"Nice to meet you, Davitch Pavale," Jack grinned.

"Time and place, Jack," the Hunter admonished, but it was in much better spirits than it had been earlier.

"Are you saying this entire set-up's been a disguise all along?" a woman asked.

"Going way back," the Hunter confirmed. "Installing the Jagrafess a hundred years ago. Someone's been playing a long game, controlling the human race from behind the scenes for generations."

Jack grinned as he found the co-ordinates. "Click on this. The transmat delivers to that point, right on the edge of the solar system." A hologram screen showed a blank bit of space.

"There's nothing there," the woman pointed out.

The Hunter shook her head. "It looks like nothing because that's what this satellite does. Underneath the transmission there's another signal."

"Doing what?" Pavale asked.

"Hiding whatever's out there," the Hunter replied. "Hiding it from sonar, radar, scanner. There's something sitting right on top of planet Earth, but it's completely invisible. If I cancel the signal..." She typed at the computer, then looked up as she heard Jack's gasp.

He'd blanched at the sight of a familiar bronze saucer, the screen zooming out to show dozens more. "That's impossible. I know those ships. They were destroyed."

"Obviously they survived," the Hunter breathed, her own face paling in horror.

"Who did?" Lynda asked. "Who are they?"

"Two hundred ships," the Hunter whispered. "More than two thousand on board each one. That's just about half a million of them."

"Half a million what?" Pavale demanded.

The Hunter grabbed Jack's hand, squeezing it tight. "Daleks."

***

"Alert. Alert. We are detected."

"It is the Hunter! She has located us. Open communications channel."

"The female will stand. Stand!" Hazel stumbled to her feet amongst the hundreds of Daleks, seeing a viewscreen pop up, showing the Hunter and Jack, and some other people she didn't know.

"I will talk to the Hunter," one Dalek stated, moving forwards.

"Oh, will you?" the Hunter rolled her eyes. "That's nice. Hello!" She waved sarcastically.

"The Dalek stratagem nears completion. The fleet is almost ready. You will not intervene."

"Oh, really? Why's that, then?" the Hunter asked innocently.

"We have your associate. You will obey or she will be exterminated."

The Hunter snorted. "Yeah, no, I don't think so, love."

The Dalek shifted uneasily. "Explain yourself."

"I said, no."

"What is the meaning of this negative?" the Dalek demanded.

"Ooh, you skipped the queue for brains, didn't you? It means no, dumbass."

"But she will be destroyed," the Dalek threatened.

"Nope," the Hunter smiled sweetly. "Because this is what I'm going to do. I'm going to rescue her. I'm going to save Hazel Norton from the middle of the Dalek fleet and then I'm going to save the Earth, and then, just to finish off, I'm going to wipe every last bloody Dalek out of the sky!"

"But you have no weapons, no defences, no plan," the Dalek pointed out.

"Yeah," the Hunter agreed. "And doesn't that scare you to death. Haze?"

"Yes, Artie?" Hazel asked, grinning.

The Hunter flashed a quick, reassuring grin. "I'm coming to get you." She soniced the transmission, ending it.

"The Hunter is initiating hostile action."

"The stratagem must advance. Begin the invasion of Earth!"

"The Hunter will be exterminated!"

"Exterminate! Exterminate! Exterminate!"

~~~

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“In the very beginning, a primordial force (known as Mother V by mortals), existed in the dark antimatter in space. The force caused a major explosion, one that mortals call the Big Bang. After stars and galaxies were formed, planets soon followed. Crafted from that very explosion was an all-powerful being: God. He was everywhere, where there was light, He existed within it. With a flick of His finger, He created the sun, moon, stars and the planets in the Milky Way Galaxy. Then, three main dimensions were formed: Heaven, Earth, and Hell.”

“The first one was Heaven, His residence. It was a marvelous place, with buildings made of gold, sitting on top of fluffy white clouds. The sky was endlessly blue, the environment a paradise. Angels were formed, divided into nine hierarchies: Seraphim, Cherubim, Thrones, Powers, Principalities, Dominions, Virtues, Archangels and Angels. Jesus was the son of God who was killed on Earth, then reborn. God soon created His Archangels: Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, Uriel, Azrael (black haired Angel of Death), among many others. His favorite one, however, was Lucifer, the Light Bearer. Lucifer was the embodiment of pride and perfection. The Rings of Moon, Mercury, Venus, Sun, Jupiter, Saturn, Fixed Stars and Primum Mobile were formed, God existing in the last one. (Also called the Rings of Faith, Hope, Love, Charity, Fortitude, Justice, Temperance, Prudence, and Wisdom). C.H.E.R.U.B. was an organization that saved lives on Earth, traveling to the living world via the Bible. It consisted of sheep cherubs and a cherub boy.”

“The denizens of Heaven were animal-like (like those in Hell), and were ignorant to those suffering in Hell. They took on traits of flowers, harps, doves, dogs, cats, swans and other things considered “holy” or “pleasing” (unlike the spiders, and mythical monsters in Hell). Heaven, too, consisted of councils and Overlords who ruled certain Rings of Heaven, though they were far more just than the ones in Hell. Like in Hell, there were those born in Heaven (the Heaven Born) and do-gooders (the opposite of sinners). Like those born in Hell, the Heaven-Born had more power and a higher status than the do-gooders who had formerly been human. In God’s garden stood the Tree of Life and the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil.”

“For many years, all was well.”

“Then one day, God decided to create new beings in His image, who could reproduce and unite with Him after death. They were called humans. The prideful Lucifer did not like the thought of God favoring man over angels. To Lucifer, he and the other angels were superior to humans and mostly immortal…why would God favor man instead?”

“Flooded with pride and anger over God’s strict rules, Lucifer ignited a rebellion against Him. Using his Morning Star sword, Lucifer fought Michael and Gabriel, leading other angels who followed him. God told Lucifer to submit and to end the madness, but the light-bearer refused. Michael defeated Lucifer and soon enough…Lucifer and the angels on his side were banished from Heaven.”

“The second world was Earth, consisting of oceans, land, animals, plants and humans. It was a neutral world between Heaven and Hell. Mortals there could be good or evil or many shades in between. The majority of them were flawed in God’s eyes, so only those worthy enough could go to Heaven. This often translated to straight, white, faithful men getting first pick. Humanity evolved from cavemen to farmers, to townsfolk and city-goers. Wars were fought, inventions were made, and lives were lost and gained. For the most part, humans were concerned with themselves, for better or worse.”

“Lucifer roamed the Earth for a thousand years before being sent to Hell, the fiery third world. There, he became king, while Lilith became queen after her banishment. Together, they created Hell and Pentagram City as a place where fallen angels and sinners could freely express themselves and take whatever risks they wanted. Drugs, murder, rape, and thievery were rampant. Overlords were placed into positions of power, ruling territories and districts. The Rings of Limbo, Lust, Gluttony, Greed, Wrath, Heresy, Violence, Fraud, and Treachery were formed, Satan being trapped in ice in the last one. The Immediate Murder Professionals consisted of imps who would travel to Earth to kill humans upon the requests of their demon clients. Lucifer and Lilith raised their princess daughter, Charlie, who always saw the good in everyone. Charlie would later form the Hazbin Hotel to try and redeem sinners so they could potentially go to Heaven, in order to stop the yearly purges.”

“Parallel to the Hazbin world was the world of Zoophobia. It was a world where humans, animals and anthromorphic beings (bi pedal animals with human traits) coexisted. Bi-pedal animals took refuge in Safe Haven to escape the humans who despised their differences. Safe Haven was one of the districts where Xirxine Labs and Phoenix Academy resided. A human named Cameron was sent to the academy by a mischievous goddess, knowing she had an extreme fear of animals. She eventually got to know the staff and students there, working as a therapist to help the teens. A Heaven and Hell also existed in the Zoophobia world. In Hell, there lived mythical monsters, Lucifer, his fox wife and trouble-making son Damion. Up in Heaven were angels, the same God as before and an angel named Adina.”

“Who is Adina? She is a white, centuries-old angel with glowing teal eyes, long lashes and long white hair. She has large white feathery wings extending from her back. She wears a white dress and robe, bordered by dark teal trim with little white Christian crosses along it. Adina is the mother of dragons in Zoophobia and spiritual consort to God. She was created by God to “save” some people while torturing others. In this way, she performs many tasks: 1. Instilling fear in sinners 2. Encouraging more people to worship the Heavenly Father 3. Gathering information and allies to use against Hell 4. Caring for her sons, whom she created. Adina is also the head of the Exorcists or Exterminators who purge demons in the Hazbin Hell every year.”

“Like Samael and the Exterminators, Adina enjoys torturing demons and sinners, often creating illusions of their worst fears. Her methods and the annual exterminations are ways of keeping demons in line, for them to know their fate and to not rebel against God and Heaven, like Lucifer did. She also has the ability to possesses others and convince them to take her side. Those influenced by her will have teal glowing eyes. (Take Mirage, the killer demon who possessed a brown-haired young woman. She caused havoc until Adina took control of both of their souls, creating a formidable ally.) Chainsaw, a white being with a chainsaw weapon with a cross on it, is Adina’s merciless ally.”

“However, Adina’s closest allies in the fight against sinners are us dragons.”

“Oh? Allow me to introduce myself…”

Surrounded by a teal aura, a humanoid silently walks forward. He is slender with a pointed dark teal tail, black pants and a green vest with white sleeves. He has a white face, a pointed chin and nose and rectangular glasses. His analytical eyes are light green sclera and glowing teal irises, like Adina’s teal eyes. His hair is dark green with two tall furry tufts with light teal tips atop his head.

“I am Fitch, dragon shapeshifter and oldest son of Adina. My large dragon form is in various shades of green: light green stripped underbelly, dark green tail and wings, spikes going along my back. My tail, claws and horns form my head all have teal tips, followed by forest green colorations. My mouth looks beak-like when it’s closed, but my teeth are sharp as ever.”

“I am a demon hunter along with my mother. From a very young age, I have learned to wield a variety of weapons to use against the demons of both Hells. (I’ve only been to the Hazbin world once, and I barely remember). One of my signature weapons is a staff with several spinning blades on it. Many people think I’m heartless, a merciless killing machine, but like Azrael, I’m merely doing my job. My mother enjoys manipulating people and killing demons…it’s just the way she is. My mother also supports Xirxine Labs, the facility where scientists perform experiments on Zoophobia denizens. They may be unethical, but sacrifices must be made in the phases of progress.”

As for me? I feel no remorse nor joy in particular. Demons are like rabid animals wrecking havoc across the realms…someone has to interrogate them and take necessary means.”

“I have three younger brothers.”

Another dragon walks forward, surrounded by dark purple and yellow. He wears thin yellow shoes and long black pants with yellow ends. His curvy black tail is decorated with several dark bows shaped like butterflies. His undershirt is yellow and his tailcoat is the same color as his pants, complete with buttons and a black bow tie under his neck. His face is pale, his eyes have lavender sclera and yellow irises. Finally, his hair is dark black, almost purple, with yellow bangs and tips on his two tufts.

In his dragon form, his skin is thick and purple. He has the black bow tie and buttons along his back, spines down his back, large wings and two sharp horns.

“Marx is a film producer and believed to be a former stage actor. He considers himself a victim of circumstance and is often very grumpy and bad-tempered. Marx and I are no longer in contact, due to disagreeing with certain life choices we have made. He makes me sick. Seriously, he goes around trying to impress others with his so called theater performances instead of doing more important work. Not to mention, joining the mafia, no less! You, know, the shady flirtatious black and yellow Castello, his brother Ribbon who does his dirty work and Salem, part of his black cat army. That mafia is almost as bad as that Italian Hazbin one with Henroin, Angel Dust, Arackniss, and Molly.”

“Safe Haven is supposed to be a secure place where the bi-pedal animals don’t have to worry about paranoid humans hunting them down. But the mafia and the monsters who keep entering the world thanks to that troublesome goddess makes things difficult. At least Lesson, the white cat, helps encourage people to seek the right path and convert to Christianity, like my mother wants. In fact, he works for her and Heaven (Though, his too-wide smile and eagerness gives me the creeps.)”

“Gustav, that German self-centered snake student teacher is Marx’s adopted son. He only likes students with talent; I heard he was very mean to a shy girl on stage.”

Fitch sighs deeply.

“Marx going against our mother’s wishes is seriously going to get him into major trouble. Thanks to Adina, my place in Heaven is already guaranteed. (And yes, “thou shall not kill” is in the Commandments but sometimes killing evil is necessary).”

“Alright, enough about him.”

Another dragon enters. He has a large goofy grin, a green shirt and a pale green face. His eyes are cloudy white, indicating blindness. His hair is jet black, black bangs going sideways and black tufts. In his dragon form, he is slender with light green and dark green colors blending into each other.

“Malcom…I rarely think about, actually. He is a blind dragon teacher at Phoenix Academy. Apparently, he’s friends with another teacher named Perci. His blindness helps heighten his other senses. He’s passionate about learning and helping others. Meh. I consider him a coward, as he’s not willing to kill off any demons. At least he’s not like Marx.”

“And finally…”

The last dragon emerges, surrounded by orange and red. He wears black and white shoes, long red pants, and a black tank top. A spiked collar is around his neck, giving him a gothic look. His claws are black and his skin is white with an array of lines and symbols on it like tattoos. His sclera are orange, his irises red. His hair is a fiery bold orange, as are his two ear tufts. In his dragon form, he is white with black spikes down his back, tattered wings with the black designs, and a tail with sharp orange spikes at the end. His clawed feet are red-orange.

“Hatchet and I see each other often. He is a handful, but admittedly, my closest family. Hatchet can create things with his fire and loves eating rabbits. His acid is acidic, so others would best steer clear. When he’s not eating rabbits or goofing off, he does pyrotechnic tricks, such as twirling flaming batons around. Perhaps he grew attached to me back when I would take care of him when we were younger. He was often the wild one, always getting into mischief. We all live distant lives now. Like Malcom, Hatchet always tries to get along with all of us. Though Malcom and Marx are perhaps closer to each other, like Hatchet is with me. Heh. Strange how two dragons with opposite personalities could get along so well. Adina likes all four of us, but she and I are closest.”

“Yes, that’s about it. Adina and I have been through a lot.”

“I remember those moments when Adina would coax people, like the green haired Iggly student into her wings, getting him to tell her everything. I’ll never get over that terrified look on his face.”

“Or when Adina tortured a white spider demon with his worst fears and said, ‘There is no mercy for the damned.’”

“She once saved this pink bi-pedal animal, embracing her and saying, “Let me save you, my little creature.” My mother always tries to do what is best, even though other people seem to be afraid of her.”

“One other time, I fought and interrogated an uncooperative demon with red eyes. Adina hovered by my side as I raised my teal weapon over his head. She declared, ‘Such is the will of the Lord, so shall it be…’ Later I accidentally killed a delicate white butterfly creature in my hands. I’ve been mocked over my love of butterflies by my brothers, my father, and by many in Zoophobia.”

“Whenever I would get tired or hesitant about my job, my mother would give me a warm smile and say in her soothing voice, “Just remember, it’s for the greater good.” Those words have stayed with me since. It always hurts when Adina says she’s disappointed in me after I fail a task, which is rare, thankfully. But I do what I do for her…it’s my one purpose in this life.”

“I know that those demonic beasts have a safe haven in the Hazbin world like the demons do in Zoophobia’s Hell. Maybe once mother and I find it, we can stop those scum from spreading and planning devious things. Of course, we would need to take out the powerful ones when we can. Everyone knows that angelic blades can instantly kill demons. That’s why I carry mine wherever I go.”

“Adina has summoned all four of us to go on a mission. Not like the interrogation or cleansing missions in Zoophobia Hell. No. This mission was very special. The four of us were to accompany her to the Hazbin Hell world, and find out more information about the princess and her hotel. Some say that the princess wants to unite Heaven and Hell’s denizens of the Hazbin world to create a larger diverse culture full of music, laughter and dancing creatures. Preposterous.”

“God had heard about the program from a distance. Rumor was, if demons were to be redeemed, Heaven would get overcrowded and chaos would ensue. The unwanted guests would disrupt the entire Heavenly system, possibly creating an apocalyptic war as deadly as the one where Lucifer tried to fight God. God only allows those with no flaws or sins to enter Heaven; it’s been that way for centuries. Adina, God, the angels and exorcists all agree that those in Hell are dangerous and should not be allowed into paradise.”

“Hatchet and I remain loyal to mother, though for Hatchet, it’s mostly because he cares for me and doesn’t want to let me down. Marx is grumpy and reluctant as usual. Perhaps he’s upset over a broken relationship or a show or something, not that I care. I briefly saw him drinking at a bar one time. Malcom, blind as he is, looks concerned. He obviously doesn’t want to leave his students and partake in this mission. Alas, Adina is a powerful being, perhaps second to God, so no one dare disobey her if they want to live a pain-free existence. Being dragon-shapeshifters, we can easily fight when needed. And in our bi-pedal forms, we can easily spy and blend in with Hell’s inhabitants.”

“Adina brings out a special device, shaped like a music box. It is golden and pink in color, nearly indestructible. After typing in a code (A24, 921028, VVZPP), the music box slowly opens with a faint whirl, revealing a figure of a fluffy cat. The cat slowly turns around on the stand as cheery music begins to play from the box. The cat stops and from its eyes, flashes a black outline of a portal in the air.”

“The portal lights up in neon pink, revealing elaborate symbols and one spot shaped like a horse named Spindle.”

“There was only one other device in the Hazbin world that could open a portal to Zoophobia, Heaven and perhaps Earth (along with open any door in the Hazbin Hotel), it was another music box with a black winged Sinner’s Key. All that was needed was the key or a grimoire) and a powerful demon or angel who could open portals.”

“A golden Do-Gooder’s Key (The kind used in Heaven) is revealed from an outward moving slot from inside the box. Adina picks it up with her delicate white fingers and places it through a glowing key hole in the portal. After she turns and releases it…”

“Vivienne, Vivienne, Aperiam in porta!”

“Adina chants the phrase to open the glowing portal in front of us. It is the only known gateway to the Hazbin world. The fabric of Zoophobia fades in front of us, revealing a hole to a crimson sky world.”

“We all get ready to go through...set to fulfil our destinies…”

“But let’s go back to the past a bit…”

“The Dragon’s Keep”

Many years ago, my brothers and I were born from special eggs in the Zoophobia world. Adina became lonely over the centuries. Although she had lots of power, it was tiring to travel to different worlds and interrogate denizens all the time. She eventually wanted someone to help her out in her work. Although she was ruthless to demons, she did care deeply for those in Zoophobia and Heaven. She felt like she was part of something bigger; she was doing part of His work, after all.

“Oh what a marvelous place Heaven is,” she sighed to herself. “But the days drag on. I feel my legacy will eventually go unnoticed. If only there was a way I could pass down my values to a new generation.”

Then, it came to her: she wanted children of her own.

But in Heaven, casual sex was seen as one of the many sins not allowed. Plus, angels and demons were creatures that could not reproduce, unlike humans.

Adina soon went to God for advice, bowing respectfully when she saw Him. She stood on a light blue rug that led to a set of marble steps. Golden pillars reached up into the sky, hovering on clouds that appeared on both sides of the open space hall. Two guards dressed in white stood hovering on either side, with flames for faces and six red wings flapping softly from their backs. Above Adina were the fixed stars and galaxies, shining brightly overhead, in contrast to the sky on the sides. Not too far away, angels were darting around large white roses, spreading songs and feelings of joy to other beings born within the petals. She was briefly reminded of her own birth, her name meaning “gentle” and “mild.”

“Your Heavenly Grace,” Adina said, soon standing up, folding her white wings behind her. God appeared as a large golden eye surrounded by golden wheels with eyes covering them and small angel wings spread out from them. The wheels and wings were moving, but God as the eye stared unblinkingly at her. A white marble throne stood behind Him.

“My lovely consort,” he replied, kindness in his voice. “So wonderful to see you again. What is it that you seek?”

“I grow ever lonesome, and feel that what I do isn’t quite enough.”

“My dear, your work is more than enough. I chose you to be the angel of Divine Retribution. You have organized and led countless Exorcists to Hell and back. Not to mention you saved so many souls who almost lost their way. Are you not happy?”

“I truly am, my Lord. It’s just…I want someone who can help carry out my work. One who could work with me, but also be cared for by me. I’d like to have children of my own.”

“Ah,” said God. “A beautiful wish. Alas, you know that angels cannot procreate.”

“I do know. That’s why I came to you for help.”

“Well, there is a way,” He said. “You remember you were created from holy starlight and dragon’s blood, right?”

She nodded.

“You have the ability to give birth to offspring. Dragon shapeshifters, and powerful ones. Here’s what you will do.”

Adina listened intently.

God had sent her on a journey across the world of Zoophobia. She was to retrieve four special items and bring them to a nest in a vast cavern. She remembered the instructions she was given:

“Find the fur of a polecat on a rock during the full moon.

Find a gold frowning theater mask in the camp of rule breakers by the river.

Find the hatchet that lies within a volcano, where fire roars to life.

Find a religious text in the hands of St. Columba where the wind blows high.”

Earth, water, fire and air.

Finding the polecat pelt was easy; she traveled to the forest and there it was, illuminated and clean in the moonlight.

Getting the mask was harder. She had to ward off several shady looking creatures, and a few monsters as well.

After grabbing the ax from the volcano and nearly plunging into lava, she had to use lots of holy water to heal her singed skin and wings.

Finally, she found the leather bound book in the hands of a St. Columba statue, high up in the mountains.

“Head to the largest habitable cavern. Create a large secure nest and place the objects inside.”

At last, she traveled to the cavern, created a large nest of sticks and twigs, and gently placed the objects inside. Her glowing eyes allowed her to see in the dark. Toward the back of the cave was a pile of gold coins and a few precious gems scattered around.

“A decent lair for dragons. They will reside here before being introduced to the rest of the city.”

“Recite this spell to begin the transformation and birthing process.”

Adina hovered her hands over the objects and chanted in Latin. The objects lit up in flaming spheres of light, transforming into speckled oval-shaped white eggs.

The effort of doing the spell made Adina fall unconscious for several days.

Adina stirred awake, her eyes fluttering open. She could hear some movement coming from the eggs. She stood up from the atone floor and let out a soft gasp.

Her children were about to hatch!

She carefully took the nest, flapped her wings forward, and placed it in a secure spot on top of a high cliff near the cave. She made sure that it lay within the sunlight and not too close to the edge.

The eggs then gradually turned different colors. The one from the polecat pelt turned dark green and teal. The one from the mask became yellow and black. The one from the hatchet was red and orange. Finally, the egg from the book was light green and black.

The green and teal egg wobbled first. A dark crack snaked slowly over the surface. More cracks began to appear, creating intricate designs. Ever so carefully, bits of shell fell off from different spots. A beck poked through, and the rest of the shells fell away.

There I was, small with a dark green body, wings and a pointed tail. My new green-teal eyes scanned the area, curiously. It was love at first sight when I saw my mother’s smiling face. Adina stroked my head and back lovingly with her fingers, me letting out a pleased sound. I nudged my face repeatedly into her hand, a musical chuckle coming from Adina.

“You are going to do great things, my little Fitch.”

Around thirty minutes later, two eggs began to stir. The fiery colored one and the yellow-black one. The eggs bonked into each other several times, and chirping could be heard from inside.

“Oh? Who’s coming next?” she asked.

Adina soon had her answer. A part of the yellow and black shell was shoved off, landing onto the nest like a door breaking down. A dark purple and yellow dragon did a little pose before stumbling out of the shell remains. He shook off the embryonic fluids from his scales, showing a grin of small teeth just beginning to form. Moments later, the fiery egg beside him exploded, sending shells and sparks everywhere. I jumped into mother’s hands, terrified, while the purple dragon covered his little head with his arms. A slender white dragon appeared, shaking away bits of shell from his small horns. (This was before he got all his tattoos). His red-orange eyes darted around excitedly, spotting the purple dragon.

“Hatchet!” Adina scolded as the white dragon began to play-wrestle his brother with loud croaks. “Leave Marx alone!”

But little Marx soon joined in the fun, pushing his brother back with his little feet. Hatchet’s small spiked tail smacked Marx in the face and the dragon squeaked in brief pain. Little me jumped from mother’s hands, biting Marx’s tail.

For several minutes, the three of us rough-housed in the nest, testing out our new senses and bodies.

Adina soon grew concerned. “What about the last egg?”

Indeed, the last egg had remained as still as ever. Adina shooed Hatchet away when he tried to knock on the hard light green shell.

“Oh dear,” she sighed. Was it a stillborn? She couldn’t bear that. Minutes became hours. The egg still hadn’t hatched by the morning.

Finally, in the evening, after Adina had almost given up hope, a small chirp was heard. The other dragons peered to get a closer look. Cracks snaked along the egg shell in multiple directions. At long last, holes appeared in the egg, before a closed eye was revealed through one hole. The egg split open and a light green and darker green dragon was revealed. He was slender, with thin see-through wings and a thin pointed face. He sniffed and slowly opened his eyes.

“Malcom,” Adina exclaimed, overjoyed to see her youngest son. Malcom took several shaking steps forward, and bumped right into Marx. Marx growled in protest. Malcom’s eyes were cloudy white.

“He’s blind,” Adina realized.

Malcom’s ears picked up the sounds of bats fluttering from above the cave. He jumped into the air, but fell flat on his back. I helped him up and licked his face.

“You guys will need flying lessons one day,” Adina said.

For several days, Adina brought in meat, game and other foods for us. Hatchet, in particular, loved to eat rabbits. The four of us were much closer back then, than we are now. Eventually, we would learn to breathe fire, fly, talk and hunt for ourselves. We were to go to school and learn to live a more civilized life when we turned one year old, (equates to five human years). Adina had given us brief glimpses of the city and some tidbits.

“Bi-pedal animals wear clothes,” she said. “But full animals don’t have to. Eating humans or other creatures is forbidden.”

“Awww man,” Hatchet groaned.

“Shut up and go chase a rabbit,” Marx muttered to him.

“Rabbit? Where?”

Marx rolled his eyes as Adina continued.

“Do not go outside the Safe Haven border without permission. There are dangerous humans out there with weapons that can kill you.”

“But we’re dragons,” Hatchet mentioned in his child-like bi-pedal form. “We live longer than them and are more powerful. Can’t we just burn down their cities and stuff?”

“Did you not hear what mother just said?” I chided him. “They have weapons that can pierce through dragon scales. Interacting with them would only put the districts in danger and confusion. Idiot, I swear.”

“Swearing’s not very nice,” Malcom added. “I heard one guy say something really bad to another, he was like, ‘oh no you didn’t,’ the other was like, ‘yeah huh, I just did,’ and then…”

“You talk too much,” I deadpanned.

“You didn’t even let me finish.”

“Pay attention, my sons,” Adina said, before continuing her lecture.

A week after we were born, we had gotten the hang of hunting for ourselves. Me and Hatchet, in particular were the better hunters among the group. Hatchet would eat rabbits whenever he could. (To this day, I don’t understand his obsession with them). We steered clear of bears or black horned monsters who could overpower us or swipe us down with their paws.

Adina taught us how to speak, read, write, and, of course, how to fly.

“Feel the direction the wind is blowing,” she said. “Flapping your wings propels you forward but don’t overdo it. Deep breaths and remaining calm are key. Try and land straight on your feet…”

She said this just before Malcom came in for a faulty landing. He bashed into a rock face, tumbling down onto the ground in a heap. Marx tripped on his tail and almost fell, but managed to straighten himself up. Hatchet laughing whenever I fumbled only encouraged me to work harder. Hatchet was doing pretty well, if you didn’t count the time his white wings got torn up a bit from flying through tree branches.

It took a few years for us to fully master our flying and shapeshifting abilities. But I grew fast and learned fast.

I led my brothers when we practiced diving off a cliff. Taking a deep breath, I jumped off the cliff, morphed into my dragon form and spread out my wings gracefully. Adina’s face blended into the clouds; she looked proud. Hatchet was up next.

“Whoo-hoo!” he roared, as he morphed into his white dragon form and took off. A gust of yellow fire shot from his mouth, creating a ring for him to fly through. I smiled a bit and rolled my eyes at him. We weren’t at full size yet, but we weren’t too far off.

“Isn’t this amazing, Fitch?” Hatchet called as he flew beside me. We stared at the canyons and rocky ground below us. “Rawr!” he called, pleased to hear his voice echo through the air.

“Focus, please,” I said. “Mother’s looking for grace and agility, not loudness.”

“Fitchy…am I being too quiet?!”

His loud voice and laughter rang in my ears.

“Sorry, I can’t hear you over your need to shut up,” I retorted.

Hatchet scoffed. “You’re always so…erm…stuffy. I’d say almost as grumpy as Marx back there.”

Marx was pacing back and forth back on the cliff in his bi-pedal form. We all wore white loincloths over our waists that would appear even after we had transformed from our dragon forms. Our chests had thin fur that matched our hair colors.

He appeared to be talking to himself, as if planning some kind of imaginary show.

“Jerry the knight gallops through the woods, only to tremble in fear at the four mighty brothers. Then the camera…one of the objects from the city that Adina told us about…pins up and down as we stomp toward our victim. He runs and runs, the scene going by in a blur…”

“Are you going or what?” Malcom asked.

“Right!” Marx called, raising a fist and standing straight. “Life is but the next grand adventure. We now roll too…”

He spread his wings…

“Marx of Karl, taking off!”

He jumped into the air. Malcom misjudged his next step and plummeted rapidly to the ground with a shocked yelp.

Hatchet and I turned around. “Malcom!” Hatchet cried in fear.

Malcom was briefly scared, but soon got over it. With a new happy look on his face, he spread out his green wings and swirled toward us. “Speak up so I can hear you!” he called out.

“We’re going this way!” I said as I led the group once again.

“What the…” Marx began, looking at Malcom. “You’re not scared.”

“No. Not really.”

“This is only your third time in the air. And you can’t see anything!”

“I can hear, smell and feel where things are. It’s easier on the ground but I’m just happy to be with my dragon bros!”

“Bros?” Marx raised an eyebrow.

“Hey look, I’m not even in my full dragon form! You should totally try it!”

The three of us morphed into our bi-pedal forms, while still retaining our wings. We huddled close to support ourselves.

“W-w-w-whoa this feeling sure is new,” Hatchet muttered, trying not to look down. I, too, was feeling vulnerable, flying for the first time in this form.

“Don’t look down,” I suggested.

But of course, he didn’t listen.

“Oh, no, Fitch, I’m looking down! Yaahhhh!”

“Get off me!” I said, pushing him off when he grabbed my back. He clawed at the air in desperation.

“You’re not drowning, Hatch,” Marx sighed.

Marx muttered some prayers as he grabbed hold of Hatchet to steady him. Hatchet took some deep breaths, settling down.

“Hahahaha!” Malcom laughed in bliss. “You’ll get used to it eventually!”

“How long is eventually?” Hatchet asked.

“How should I know?”

The four of us landed haphazardly into a nearby lake after a wind knocked us slightly off course. Water splashed everywhere after we landed. Hatchet shook off water droplets from his scales and wings.

“Bleh! I hate baths!”

“I’ll say you needed one, Hatch,” Malcom said with a grin.

A deep growl rumbled in Hatchet’s throat. “Wanna see what it’s like to drown? Oh wait, you can’t.”

“At least I don’t have to lay my eyes on your monstrosity of a form.”

“What was that?!”

“Heheheh. You heard me, Hatch.”

“Empty threats and callous fighting, per usual,” Marx remarked, crossing his arms as his brothers landed some kicks and punches in the water. I stood up and narrowed my eyes. I had trouble seeing things off in the distance. Those things Adina called glasses would be very helpful.

“That’s quite enough, both of you!” I commanded, a burst of teal fire escaping my mouth. It was enough to make Hatchet and Malcom pay attention. Good.

“Anyone up for a swim?” Malcom asked.

“Absolutely not,” Marx replied.

“For once, I agree. I say we find ourselves some food and get out of here,” I advised.

“Alright,” Hatchet agreed, separating from Malcom with a grin. “What are we waiting for? Food would be great right now.”

“When are you not hungry?” Marx asked Hatchet.

“Let me think…Never!”

Turning back into our dragon forms, we hunted for food before heading back home. Hatchet had a knack for finding rabbits almost anywhere…and wouldn’t share with us.

“That’s my rabbit!” Hatchet declared.

Marx tried to grab the small dead carcass from his brother’s hands.

“For Viv’s sake!” cried Marx. “You’ve had enough of them already! It’s my turn.”

“Let go!”

“You let go!”

The boys struggled for a bit until Hatchet accidentally ripped off Marx’s loincloth.

Marx turned red and angry in the face as Hatchet stuck out his tongue and laughed.

“You’re such a filthy hothead!” Marx spat as he picked up the cloth and tied it back around his waist.

We found a river of fresh water for us to drink. In our dragon forms, we spit water at each other playfully and had a contest to see who could spit the farthest. It came as a tie between me and Hatchet. Hatchet, being the most athletically inclined, won intense races we had, both on the ground and in the air. A black creature with horns chased after us and nearly devoured poor Malcom, but thankfully, several hard punches from me and the others caused the beast to flee. In celebration, Hatchet juggled fireballs in his hands before catching them all in his mouth.

“That beast will be “dragon” himself to oblivion! Haha! Get it?” Hatchet chuckled at his joke. Malcom giggled while Marx and I groaned in annoyance.

Once we all got back, we turned into our bi-pedal forms once more. Adina said that those would be our default forms most of the time, so she encouraged us to get used to them.

As we reached the mouth of the cave, Hatchet stuffed a severed brown rabbit’s head into his mouth with a greedy look on his face.

“You know that is considered bad manners, don’t you?” I asked, referring back to mother’s lecture. Hatchet wiped off some blood from his pointed face with his arm.

Hatchet scoffed. “Who cares? We aren’t going to the city for…another month, at least.”

“It’ll be here faster than you know it, Hatch. It’d be best if we all prepare ourselves soon.”

“Whatever you say, Fitchy.”

“Stop calling me that. It’s Fitch.”

“Same thing.”

Our steps echoed as we arrived back into the cave at dusk. Hatchet shot a jet of fire up toward hanging bats, who screeched in protest, flapping their wings.

One scorched bat fell down and landed right into Malcom’s mouth as he yawned. After a look of surprise, he happily chewed up the creature and swallowed.

“I guess food can fall from the sky,” he said, licking his lips.

“Jeez Malc, you’re even blinder than the bats,” Marx mentioned.

“Technically, bats use echolocation to track down their food and figure out their surroundings. They aren’t as blind as you think.”

“Hmpth. Know-it all.”

We curled up in our bed nests that were spread out among the cave. They were nests with a few pillows and some blankets inside them. Malcom was the only one who hadn’t outgrown being tucked in. Since mother was busy, Marx came over and helped relax his brother. Malcom’s nest was by a chest of gold coins and some fancy books. They were some of many treasures that Adina magically provided for us. (She had a knack for spoiling us when she wasn’t stern.)

Marx sighed and hopped into his nest by a pile of royal robes nearby. Hatchet slept near, well, a hatchet, along with a few golden goblets and gems. I soon curled up in my nest, the one nearest to some discarded swords, and bladed silver weapons. Apparently, Adina said she would teach me how to use them later on.

“If you want to protect yourself and your brothers,” she had said, “You’ll need to learn how to defend yourself.”

Of course, she hadn’t told me anything about hunting demons until I was older, but I was still eager to learn, nonetheless. The full moon and stars shone through a hole in the cave, a beautiful sight. Before long, the four of us were snoozing peacefully away.

The assassin, the actor, the punk, and the nerd. A very unique dragon family indeed.

#adina #zoophobia #fitch #heaven #fanart #hazbin hotel theory

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You know, I will just throw questions back at you if you don't mind because I can finally scream with people! Tell me about your favorite RR characters aswell, please? ♥

I never mind people asking me things about RR. I love this series with my heart and soul and everything in between. Also, stop apologizing to me about long posts regarding RR, I love them and I have lots of long rants to confirm that.(don’t search for them, they are full of spoilers…and my distaste for Dancer and Roque!) Also, I’ll try not to spoil the fun for you…

Darrow:

My absolute favourite. I love him to bits, he’s my precious, murderous baby! I’d start a #DarrowDefendingSquad or a #DarrowPreciousMurderousBabyBoy, but that’s not my style. Or his style for that matter. He can take care of himself, 75% of the time…the other 25% is not really up to him (it’s a combo of his friends and pure luck).

Jokes aside now, Darrow’s feelings and realness always got to me. When I started reading Red Rising I was 17 and I was recovering from a very bad…burnout (I went to see a psychologist and she told me that I was hurting emotionally from many bad things happening at once, but it wasn’t like…depression or anxiety per se). His feelings, whether it was rage or kindness or anything in between, were so valid to me. He reminded me that it’s perfectly alright to have confidence in yourself, to go after what you want, to be proud of yourself, to love again (friends, lovers, whatever) and many other things. I was at my lowest then and he showed me that ambition is not a dirty word, that confidence in yourself isn’t a bad thing and even if these things intimidate the people around you, they are valid and you shouldn’t be ashamed of despicting such things.

That made me relate to him a lot. I still find myself (whenever I revisit the books) being like “mood” or “same” or “that’s my boy” or “my pride and joy” or “Hail Reaper” at many of his thoughts, actions and one liners. I will always love him, although he is very thick headed sometimes and that’s annoying.

Mustang:

She is my favorite female character. I love the fact that despite growing up with Nero au Augustus as a father and Adrius as a twin, she is still kind. She is also fair, open-minded and highly intelligent. And strong in more ways than one. I love that she is multi-faceted (although haters think she is bland and 2D…Pixies, where? Did we read the same books?) and despite her family and the way she was brought up, she finds it hard to pretend and is mostly genuine (unless she has a plan). I love how she doesn’t give (to use Sevro’s terminology) two squirts of piss over the title of heir of House Augustus, although she’s more than capable to fill in the spot. But she’s more concerned with making the world a better place (she is a Reformist and although the story follows Darrow more, that is a big deal giving that she tried to make laws to help other Colors including the banning of the Board of Quality Control). I love how she is a logical person, yet she sacrifices a part of herself for her family, because she is human and bound to do illogical things. I love how, despite loving her family so much, she often goes against them, because it’s the right thing to do. I love how she is underestimated and she just spits (not literally) in their faces. I just love how she is a fighter, a politician, a leader, because we rarely see females like that.

Sevro:

Sevro is a breath of fresh air. He is who he is without warning labels and apologies. He is a survivor, a loyal friend (very rare kind), a badarse. He is amazing. His existence is a defiance and I love it, although that resulted in a lonely childhood. I love him to bits tho, because he also shows how good it is to be yourself and like yourself despite everything. He is very sweet despite being a hard arse and his insults always leave me very impressed. It’s obvious that at the Institute, he just wanted to survive and get a modest job (like Fitchner - thing which Fitchner probably encouraged), but he started to see Darrow and his behavior with the others and he wanted to make friends. And when Darrow became his friend - his only real friend until then - it made him want more, dream for more. And I just love that. I love how Sevro evolved and how he protects his friends - Howlers included. The only thing I’m not a fan of is his hygene…and his pornographic collection of holoFilms.

Victra:

Victra is a warrior, an heiress and a business woman. She kicks arse, takes names and simply slays. I love that there is more to her than meets the eye (although I don’t trust NerdsTM to appreciate her like she deserves). I love how bad arse and loyal she is. I love how she enjoys life and all it entails. I love that she lets herself be vulnerable in public and it makes her courageous. I love how open she is about herself, yet she is still mysterious. I love the fact that she never lies and she loves jade jewelry and displaying her scars like jewelry and the smell of the air before the rain hits the ground.

Fitchner:

I feel like Fitch is way too underrated. He was fairy chosen to be Rage Knight - a position Lorn filled which only makes it legendary and harder to get. He beat Proctor Jupiter and Tactus’ eldest brother - which I hope is Tharsus, because Apollonius is in my graces atm. Not only that, he created the Sons of Ares, he lead them and infiltrated into the Society’s highest ranks to destroy it from the inside and build something better. It was his plan, his sacrifices, his dream. There would be no Rising without Fitchner. Not even Sevro, but hey, it’s not like the guy would say something like “The entire world should thank me for Sevro - he came from my sperm, ok, my swimmers made the little Goblin. You’re welcome!”…when we all know Sevro’s enemies would rather curse Fitchner’s balls for helping create their doom…

Getting back on track, Fitchner was the okay-est Proctor and one of the best characters.

Adrius: (no, it’ not an unpopular opinion, here we love Adrius)

I believe Adrius is the best villain hands down. There are no excuses for his actions, he is a genocidal maniac with daddy issues. He looks at people like they are objects, not human beings, he has no compassion and has no knowledge of empathy. And I love him. I give him sympathy, because he is a monster, but he was made that way. Although he displayed terrifying behavior from a young age, his fall towards evil could have been avoided if his father gave two (2) fucks about him. I love his relationship with Darrow and how they were rivals, then sort of allies, then…you’ll find out. I just love how Adrius was written. He is really great as a villain. I hate what he did to Darrow, tho. When he killed Nero I was happy for him, but no one touches Darrow, so that was his worst move ever. Like…Pixie, you just signed your death warrant, stay away from Mustang’s Bitc- Boo!

The Telemanuses:

All of them are amazing! Much love to all of them! They deserve the world! I include Niobe, Thraxa and Xana, but that’s all I’m going to say, because you need to read for yourself to believe me.

Cassius: (long stoty, because i didn’t really like him at first)

You know what? I disliked Cassius as much as Darrow did first time he saw him…too annoyingly perfect. And after what Darrow endured it felt like a disgrace to see an entitled little Pixie dance his way on marble corridors at the expense of so many Colors. As the story progressed, Cassius’s entitled arse didn’t improved and the most annoying part was him bragging about the death he claimed. I know he did it to make people talk and find out who killed Julian, but that doesn’t make him right. The 49 other people killed in the Passage were just as innocent as Julian. He made the death of the person he killed sound cheap. Even Antonia had more respect towards that. And Titus made it worse, but that gets off tracks. I understand his pain. If someone would have killed my sister in the Passage, it would have sworn revenge too. But the painful thing is that Cassius saw only Julian’s death, Julian didn’t deserve to die. But that is also true for all the other people who got murdered in the Passage. They didn’t deserve to die either, but you don’t see anyone going at Mustang or Sevro with blood oaths to murder them. The whole system is fucked up and must be changed. Killing Darrow might be a thing of honour, but honour doesn’t bring back Julian.

The fact that he lied to everyone that Darrow was killed by Adrius to claim his spot as Primus of Mars wasn’t good publicity either. And then, he got to be even more of a Pixie in Golden Son. But it was Mustang who convinced me to give him a chance. Because she was the one who revealed that Cassius is conflicted, that he regrets losing not one brother, but two. That he suffers, but tries to do his duty to his family and honour them. Bit by bit, I was open to seeing Cassius from this perspective, so I gave him lots of benefits of the doubt. Until he killed Fitchner and all I wanted was to see his head on a spike turned ugly by gore and maggots. Then Morning Star happened and I went from: fuck Cassius (and not in a nice way) to Bloodydamn finally, Pixie, you made me so proud. Then, we got Iron Gold and man, if something happens to him I’ll kill all the Gold families of the Rim and then that bitch of a ward.

I really love his character development. I can see that mine is an unpopular opinion everywhere in this fandom, given that even the author has a soft spot for Cassius (not that that stops him from making Cassius suffer even more), but yeah…that is the story of how I got late to the “We love Cassius” party. I’m being short on the good details, because I don’t want to spoil you, but I hope you understand.

Holiday and Orion:

They are amazing human beings and although they are side characters I love their contribution to the series. I love their personalities and talents and their overall no nonsense attitude.

I’ll stop here, before we go off charts. Here are some honourable mentions in no particular order: Aja au Grimmus, Ragnar Volarus, Theodora, Matteo, Mickey, Tactus au Rath Valii, Lorn au Arcos, Apollonius au Valii Rath, Alexandar au Arcos, Rhonna of Lykos, Diomedes au Raa, Trigg ti Nakamura, Volga Fjordan.

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