The Death of Alan
So, in the Nanowrimo chatroom the other day, this guy called Alan came in. He just came in, swearing and ranting about the mod on the forums. We weren't even sure he was from our region (he is). We vowed to all kill him in our novels. Here is my excerpt of that. It was written during a couple of word wars, so some parts are probably repetitive and unnecessarily wordy. It involves Emma (my OC daughter of Donna and the Doctor who is currently suffering amnesia) and the Doctor. This is one of her flashbacks of memory during a near-death experience.
WARNING: There is a lot of foul language, that I didn't really feel comfortable writing, but for characterization's sake, there it is.
She remembered this one time. There was a dark room, a cave perhaps? It was far away, so so far from home. A planet called Spraknes Kolbery V. The planet was small, but still had near earth gravity. The planet was covered in green moss, or a moss like substance, as was more likely. The planet was supposedly sparsely populated. That was what she was told, at least. She had wandered off, exploring more than what she was supposed to. She went away from where they had landed, out of sight and probably out of hearing as well. There were just such interesting plant life! She had never seen most of these types of plants, outside of books she had read of course. They reacted so interesting. But she was foolish. She was almost sixteen, she had been traveling for half her life now, she should have known by know never to wander off. Rule one, she was told. She was also told that he really didn't expect that rule to be followed. Though she still should have. At least then, when she was trapped, she would be less likely to be alone. And being alone was what added to the fear the most. She had nothing on her that could help in case she fell into a situation where she would be trapped. Which she inevitably would be. She had fallen into a hole. On it's own, not an entirely problematic thing. But she had also sprained her ankle. It had hurt, but she had had worse injuries. Usually, though, she was with others. This time, she wasn't. She tried to call for help, but she knew it would take a while for her to be found. She was interrupted in her thoughts by someone coming crashing through the brush.
"FUCK!" he had shouted.
"Excuse me?" she asked, surprised by his sudden appearance and obnoxious language.
"FUCK FUCKING FUCKITY FUCKERS!" he shouted some more, staring directly at her, "THOSE MOTHER FUCKING NAZI FUCKERS ARE FUCKING NAZI'S!"
"Umm," she had said, unable to just leave his tirade, "What are you on about?"
"I DON'T KNOW YOU BUT I FEEL COMFORTABLE RELATING MY WORRIES AND SINS TO YOU EVEN THOUGH YOU DON'T KNOW ME I FEEL LIKE I CAN TRUST YOU!" he shouted.
"Umm..." she had said, completely baffled by his tirade and actions, she mentally called for help to come faster.
"I DON'T EVEN CARE! THOSE FUCKING NAZI'S DON'T TRUST ME! I'M JUST GOING TO KEEP ON FUCKING WITH THEIR FUCKING FUCKED UP RULES UNTIL I GET A REASON! THOSE FUCKERS CAN'T EXPLAIN ANYTHING SO I'M GOING TO JUST BLOCK OUT THOSE FUCKING NAZI'S SO FUCK!" he shouted.
"Umm, if you want an explanation wouldn't it be better to actually listen to the people trying to explain it?" she had asked.
"FUCK!" he had said, "THOSE FUCKERS CAN'T EXPLAIN ANYTHING! IF THEY WANT TO FUCKING KICK ME OUT FOR JUST BEING MYSELF THAN I CAN DO WHATEVER I FUCKING WANT! THEIR RULES ARE ONLY FOR FUCKING LOSERS LIKE THEM! I FUCKING HATE THEIR FUCKING GUTS! FUCKING FUCK FUCKITY FUCK FUCK!"
Emma was baffled by this, "What the hell?" she had said, "Maybe you should just leave."
"FUCK THIS YOU FUCKING FUCKITY FUCKER! YOU'RE JUST LIKE THEM! I JUST WANT TO BE ME AND YOU ARE JUST A FUCKING NAZI! FUCK THIS SHIT!" he said, then exploded.
"Emma!" a voice had said, help and safety emanating from his mind, "are you all right?"
"Yeah," she said, "yeah I'm fine. What was that?"
He leaned down and inspected the thing's remains. He even swept some up with his finger and stuck it in his mouth. Emma thought that was gross, but not all that unusual. He stuck his tongue out in disgust.
"Haegre Trulls. They can be found around quite a bit in this sector. They're mostly not corporeal beings, they try to instill hate and anger in others," he had explained, "They are notorious, but once you have identified that they are Haegre Trulls, they disappear. If they can cause enough fighting and anger, they can gain a corporeal form. Their corporeal form is really more trouble. They're harder to stop. You have to identify them and try to pierce their heart, and each of their hearts is located in a different spot. It didn't hurt you did it?"
She shook her head, "No, I just fell. I couldn't get away. It can't actually hurt you can it?"
He looked uncomfortable, almost scared, "Not to begin with. This one was young, you were in no danger really."
She looked at him sternly, "Really?"
"It was young! You were fine!" he said, "Well... the older ones are … worse. They can make you angry whether you want to or not. They make you fight. Just fight, and nothing else, until you die. Just by hearing their voice. Some people try to catch them, to use them in wars to make their armies stronger."
"I see," she said, "So I got lucky?"
He smiled at her fondly, "You're always lucky," he said, "But maybe you shouldn't tell your mother about this."
"Maybe not," she said, but thought to herself, 'or maybe I will, and we'll go home and leave you.' She hid that thought quickly. He had just saved her life, again. She decided to conveniently ignore the fact that most of those near-death experiences that he had saved her from were his fault to begin with.
WARNING: There is a lot of foul language, that I didn't really feel comfortable writing, but for characterization's sake, there it is.
She remembered this one time. There was a dark room, a cave perhaps? It was far away, so so far from home. A planet called Spraknes Kolbery V. The planet was small, but still had near earth gravity. The planet was covered in green moss, or a moss like substance, as was more likely. The planet was supposedly sparsely populated. That was what she was told, at least. She had wandered off, exploring more than what she was supposed to. She went away from where they had landed, out of sight and probably out of hearing as well. There were just such interesting plant life! She had never seen most of these types of plants, outside of books she had read of course. They reacted so interesting. But she was foolish. She was almost sixteen, she had been traveling for half her life now, she should have known by know never to wander off. Rule one, she was told. She was also told that he really didn't expect that rule to be followed. Though she still should have. At least then, when she was trapped, she would be less likely to be alone. And being alone was what added to the fear the most. She had nothing on her that could help in case she fell into a situation where she would be trapped. Which she inevitably would be. She had fallen into a hole. On it's own, not an entirely problematic thing. But she had also sprained her ankle. It had hurt, but she had had worse injuries. Usually, though, she was with others. This time, she wasn't. She tried to call for help, but she knew it would take a while for her to be found. She was interrupted in her thoughts by someone coming crashing through the brush.
"FUCK!" he had shouted.
"Excuse me?" she asked, surprised by his sudden appearance and obnoxious language.
"FUCK FUCKING FUCKITY FUCKERS!" he shouted some more, staring directly at her, "THOSE MOTHER FUCKING NAZI FUCKERS ARE FUCKING NAZI'S!"
"Umm," she had said, unable to just leave his tirade, "What are you on about?"
"I DON'T KNOW YOU BUT I FEEL COMFORTABLE RELATING MY WORRIES AND SINS TO YOU EVEN THOUGH YOU DON'T KNOW ME I FEEL LIKE I CAN TRUST YOU!" he shouted.
"Umm..." she had said, completely baffled by his tirade and actions, she mentally called for help to come faster.
"I DON'T EVEN CARE! THOSE FUCKING NAZI'S DON'T TRUST ME! I'M JUST GOING TO KEEP ON FUCKING WITH THEIR FUCKING FUCKED UP RULES UNTIL I GET A REASON! THOSE FUCKERS CAN'T EXPLAIN ANYTHING SO I'M GOING TO JUST BLOCK OUT THOSE FUCKING NAZI'S SO FUCK!" he shouted.
"Umm, if you want an explanation wouldn't it be better to actually listen to the people trying to explain it?" she had asked.
"FUCK!" he had said, "THOSE FUCKERS CAN'T EXPLAIN ANYTHING! IF THEY WANT TO FUCKING KICK ME OUT FOR JUST BEING MYSELF THAN I CAN DO WHATEVER I FUCKING WANT! THEIR RULES ARE ONLY FOR FUCKING LOSERS LIKE THEM! I FUCKING HATE THEIR FUCKING GUTS! FUCKING FUCK FUCKITY FUCK FUCK!"
Emma was baffled by this, "What the hell?" she had said, "Maybe you should just leave."
"FUCK THIS YOU FUCKING FUCKITY FUCKER! YOU'RE JUST LIKE THEM! I JUST WANT TO BE ME AND YOU ARE JUST A FUCKING NAZI! FUCK THIS SHIT!" he said, then exploded.
"Emma!" a voice had said, help and safety emanating from his mind, "are you all right?"
"Yeah," she said, "yeah I'm fine. What was that?"
He leaned down and inspected the thing's remains. He even swept some up with his finger and stuck it in his mouth. Emma thought that was gross, but not all that unusual. He stuck his tongue out in disgust.
"Haegre Trulls. They can be found around quite a bit in this sector. They're mostly not corporeal beings, they try to instill hate and anger in others," he had explained, "They are notorious, but once you have identified that they are Haegre Trulls, they disappear. If they can cause enough fighting and anger, they can gain a corporeal form. Their corporeal form is really more trouble. They're harder to stop. You have to identify them and try to pierce their heart, and each of their hearts is located in a different spot. It didn't hurt you did it?"
She shook her head, "No, I just fell. I couldn't get away. It can't actually hurt you can it?"
He looked uncomfortable, almost scared, "Not to begin with. This one was young, you were in no danger really."
She looked at him sternly, "Really?"
"It was young! You were fine!" he said, "Well... the older ones are … worse. They can make you angry whether you want to or not. They make you fight. Just fight, and nothing else, until you die. Just by hearing their voice. Some people try to catch them, to use them in wars to make their armies stronger."
"I see," she said, "So I got lucky?"
He smiled at her fondly, "You're always lucky," he said, "But maybe you shouldn't tell your mother about this."
"Maybe not," she said, but thought to herself, 'or maybe I will, and we'll go home and leave you.' She hid that thought quickly. He had just saved her life, again. She decided to conveniently ignore the fact that most of those near-death experiences that he had saved her from were his fault to begin with.