For creative_muses: Blind Luck
The building was crashing down on them. Walls crumbled and rained down in scattered pieces, bruising and cutting it’s frantic occupants. They ran as fast as possible, flying through the falling debris, hoping desperately for a light at the end of the tunnel.
It was about to become so much worse.
He had been left with two choices. Fix the professor’s doomsday device, or blow up the lab. Had he chosen the former, he may have had more time to think of a plan, but upon evaluating the threat, he had realized without a shadow of a doubt, that the technology in the lab needed to be destroyed. So he gambled.
It may not have been the right choice, it was most certainly not the wisest, but it was the one he had made and was now paying for. He, Martha, and the six other people in the lab were running for their lives in the mess he had created, the mess he had put little to no thought into. One twirl of the sonic screwdriver and the building was in flames. That’s all it had taken.
He could hear the creaking of the floor above them starting to break. It wouldn’t be long now. Soon the entire fourth, third, and second floors would be on top of them, crushing any chance of getting out alive. Almost every exit was blocked by the falling rubble, every door or stairway gone, every window broken and barred. There was nowhere to go, nothing to do, no light to follow.
No.
There had to be something. Never mind the fact that there obviously wasn’t, never mind that their chances of surviving at this point were a good 1,000 to 1, none of that mattered. There had to be something, there was something, there was a way to get out of there, and he was going to find it. Though the dust clouded his vision he could get them out blindly. It had, after all, been how he’d gotten them in.
His hand touched something hard. A wall. A cold, stone, wall. A cold, stone, wall…with a breeze. There was a draft coming from somewhere, someplace was leading to the outside. As he felt around the area, blindly scaling the wall, he realized there was a small hole in it, a crack just large enough to squeeze through. The other side was dark, which combined with the dust made it impossible to see what was inside. It could be the night outside, or it could be another part of the building, they could be stepping into a room even closer to breaking down, even closer to their death.
It was a choice, a gamble, but it was all he had. Luck be a lady tonight.
“Oi! I think I’ve found a way out!”
Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 468
It was about to become so much worse.
He had been left with two choices. Fix the professor’s doomsday device, or blow up the lab. Had he chosen the former, he may have had more time to think of a plan, but upon evaluating the threat, he had realized without a shadow of a doubt, that the technology in the lab needed to be destroyed. So he gambled.
It may not have been the right choice, it was most certainly not the wisest, but it was the one he had made and was now paying for. He, Martha, and the six other people in the lab were running for their lives in the mess he had created, the mess he had put little to no thought into. One twirl of the sonic screwdriver and the building was in flames. That’s all it had taken.
He could hear the creaking of the floor above them starting to break. It wouldn’t be long now. Soon the entire fourth, third, and second floors would be on top of them, crushing any chance of getting out alive. Almost every exit was blocked by the falling rubble, every door or stairway gone, every window broken and barred. There was nowhere to go, nothing to do, no light to follow.
No.
There had to be something. Never mind the fact that there obviously wasn’t, never mind that their chances of surviving at this point were a good 1,000 to 1, none of that mattered. There had to be something, there was something, there was a way to get out of there, and he was going to find it. Though the dust clouded his vision he could get them out blindly. It had, after all, been how he’d gotten them in.
His hand touched something hard. A wall. A cold, stone, wall. A cold, stone, wall…with a breeze. There was a draft coming from somewhere, someplace was leading to the outside. As he felt around the area, blindly scaling the wall, he realized there was a small hole in it, a crack just large enough to squeeze through. The other side was dark, which combined with the dust made it impossible to see what was inside. It could be the night outside, or it could be another part of the building, they could be stepping into a room even closer to breaking down, even closer to their death.
It was a choice, a gamble, but it was all he had. Luck be a lady tonight.
“Oi! I think I’ve found a way out!”
Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 468