Doctor Who - Past Doctor Adventures - 16 - Matrix (7th Doctor) by Robert Perry;Mike Tucker

Author:Robert Perry;Mike Tucker
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: London (England), General, Science Fiction, Media Tie-In, Doctor Who (Fictitious Character), Fiction, Time Travel
ISBN: 9780563405962
Publisher: BBC Books
Published: 1998-10-05T07:00:00+00:00

The familiar mocking laugh rang out through the echoing warehouse. Ace spun.

‘I told you that I wouldn’t play your sick games, and I meant it!’

She forced her gaze back to the window, to those eyes.

‘I will control this.’

She closed her eyes, breathing deeply, trying to shut out the mocking whispers that swirled around her, the sounds of the crowds outside growing ever nearer.

She tried to think of what the Doctor would do, of how he would respond. She thought back to everything good that had passed between them, to quieter moments in their manic two-step through time. She brought the words that she had remembered earlier to her lips.

‘If we fight like animals, we die like animals.’

When she looked in the glass again, her eyes were normal.

She shouted into the empty room in triumph, ‘See! I’m stronger than you! I can fight you!’

The phantoms grew louder, hissing their disappointment.

‘Scream all you want! I’m not such an easy target!’

There was a shout from outside. One of the policemen had heard her and was making his way across the shambles of the wharf. Ace dashed across the room to another door. It was stiff with disuse but she was determined. With a groan of protest, it slid open and Ace squeezed through and out into the street beyond. By the time the policeman had made his way to the doorway of the warehouse, Ace was long gone.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Ackroyd sipped at his tin mug of tea and watched as the circus slowly came alive under the rising November sun.

Barely dawn, and already everything was a bustle. It was rare that the circus was quiet, even in the dead of night there was the steady breathing of the animals, the occasional roar from the big cats as some unwary East End dog came too close to the cages.

All over the site, showmen were uncovering stalls, getting ready for the steady influx of curious Londoners, coming out despite the bitter weather and the whispered rumours of the Ripper.

Ackroyd looked up, puzzled at a shouted curse from the circus hands on the far side of the yard. Jed came thundering into the midst of them, pushing people and animals aside in his haste. Ackroyd watched as Jed shook himself free of protesting hands and struggled his way through the mud and straw to Malacroix’s scarlet and gold caravan.

De Vries, the strong-man, stood, swathed in his huge bearskin cloak, outside the door. Jed stumbled over to him.

Ackroyd could hear him shouting something quite incoherent.

De Vries regarded Jed for a moment, then pushed the door open. Jed slipped into the caravan.

The rain caught Ace by surprise and she ducked into a deep doorway. She hunched down, turning against the wall, pulling what was left of her shawl over her head to try and get some protection. She pulled out the cake that she had stolen, tearing at it with her teeth. She grimaced. ‘Where’s Mr Kipling when you need him?’

She huddled in the doorway, the sound of the rain calming her.

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