prompt response: oncoming_storms 94.4
Take an episode or a scene and write it in the style of another TV series or film or book
My name is Martha. Just Martha. I can't tell you who I am or where I live. You just have to trust me; the future of the human race is at stake. My life used to be normal, just like your life used to be normal. Maybe it still is. I doubt that, though. I'm writing this down in case I don't make it, in case someone else takes up my burden when I'm gone, so that I'll live on. So that the human race will live on.
Sometimes I think about before I met him, back when I was still a normal med student. It feels like it was a million years ago, even though it's only been about a year for me. You always hear about aliens - little green men and whatnot - but you never expect to meet them, not unless you're someone who wants to make up stories about anal probes and sell them to the Enquirer.
Anyway, it changed my life. I'd run out of the pub where Leo, my brother, was having his twenty-first birthday party, and there he was, in some grotty little alleyway, like he'd been waiting for me. I think he had. Wouldn't surprise me, anyway. He had this little blue box, like the sort you see left over from previous generations. Not exactly your stereotypical flying saucer.
But then he invited me in, and, God, it was amazing. Bigger on the inside than it was on the outside - dimensionally transcendental, he called it. So I went off with him, dazzled by what he'd promised.
And then I discovered that not all aliens are good aliens. There are plenty of them that want to take over Earth, kill the inhabitants, use them for slaves, terraform the planet into a new home for themselves, you name it, some intergalactic nasty wants to do it. And all that's standing between the Earth and these aliens is one man. And me, of course, 'cos I couldn't just leave him, even if it was the smart thing to do, and even if I needed to study for my exams and pay the rent and pester Tish about getting the stain out of the blouse she'd borrowed and do a thousand and one other perfectly normal things.
That's how I found out about the biggest threat of them all: the Master. See, the Master wasn't like the Doctor. Or, well, he used to be, but then he went mad. And instead of saving humanity, he wanted to destroy us - all of us - laughing all the while. He got elected Prime Minister without anybody discovering his secret, and then he captured us. Me and the Doctor, and our friend Jack. I was the only one who escaped, the only one left to spread the word and save the world. The Doctor was aged to a hundred years old, right before my eyes. Jack was killed over and over and over again. My family was taken to become his slaves.
So it's all up to me. One ordinary girl from England versus billions of Toclafane - the Master's indestructible, omnipresent servants. Nobody knows what they are or where they're from, but they kill people just as easily as you or I would swat a fly. Comforting, yeah?
And the only thing I've got on my side? Hope.
But I'm going to win somehow. I've got to, for the sake of the human race. For the Doctor.
Muse: Martha Jones
Fandom: Doctor Who
Words: 582
My name is Martha. Just Martha. I can't tell you who I am or where I live. You just have to trust me; the future of the human race is at stake. My life used to be normal, just like your life used to be normal. Maybe it still is. I doubt that, though. I'm writing this down in case I don't make it, in case someone else takes up my burden when I'm gone, so that I'll live on. So that the human race will live on.
Sometimes I think about before I met him, back when I was still a normal med student. It feels like it was a million years ago, even though it's only been about a year for me. You always hear about aliens - little green men and whatnot - but you never expect to meet them, not unless you're someone who wants to make up stories about anal probes and sell them to the Enquirer.
Anyway, it changed my life. I'd run out of the pub where Leo, my brother, was having his twenty-first birthday party, and there he was, in some grotty little alleyway, like he'd been waiting for me. I think he had. Wouldn't surprise me, anyway. He had this little blue box, like the sort you see left over from previous generations. Not exactly your stereotypical flying saucer.
But then he invited me in, and, God, it was amazing. Bigger on the inside than it was on the outside - dimensionally transcendental, he called it. So I went off with him, dazzled by what he'd promised.
And then I discovered that not all aliens are good aliens. There are plenty of them that want to take over Earth, kill the inhabitants, use them for slaves, terraform the planet into a new home for themselves, you name it, some intergalactic nasty wants to do it. And all that's standing between the Earth and these aliens is one man. And me, of course, 'cos I couldn't just leave him, even if it was the smart thing to do, and even if I needed to study for my exams and pay the rent and pester Tish about getting the stain out of the blouse she'd borrowed and do a thousand and one other perfectly normal things.
That's how I found out about the biggest threat of them all: the Master. See, the Master wasn't like the Doctor. Or, well, he used to be, but then he went mad. And instead of saving humanity, he wanted to destroy us - all of us - laughing all the while. He got elected Prime Minister without anybody discovering his secret, and then he captured us. Me and the Doctor, and our friend Jack. I was the only one who escaped, the only one left to spread the word and save the world. The Doctor was aged to a hundred years old, right before my eyes. Jack was killed over and over and over again. My family was taken to become his slaves.
So it's all up to me. One ordinary girl from England versus billions of Toclafane - the Master's indestructible, omnipresent servants. Nobody knows what they are or where they're from, but they kill people just as easily as you or I would swat a fly. Comforting, yeah?
And the only thing I've got on my side? Hope.
But I'm going to win somehow. I've got to, for the sake of the human race. For the Doctor.
Muse: Martha Jones
Fandom: Doctor Who
Words: 582