Doctor Who: Combat Rock by Mick Lewis

Author:Mick Lewis [Lewis, Mick]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Fiction, General, Science Fiction, Adventure, Doctor Who (Fictitious character), Comics & Graphic Novels, Mummies, Jungle warfare
ISBN: 9780563538554
Publisher: Diamond Comic Distributors
Published: 2002-06-30T10:00:00+00:00

This was the heart of their cause, and it was just a heart of badness. Of dark, and of wrongness.

But the Krallik wasn’t here, so his bravery was all in vain.

He would have to return, and did he have the courage and stamina to put himself through all this again?

He strained his eyes, focusing on the three motionless shapes. One was bigger than the other two, and it was placed in between them, as if in a position of command flanked by servants. A big shape, yes. Maybe something sitting in a chair.

But not moving, so it couldn’t be the Krallik, no. The shape was somehow wrong, like the smell. Irregular, not like that of a normal man. Or was that just down to the unnatural position in which it was slumped on what had to be a chair?

It was moving.

The dark silhouette of a head, raising itself, disjointedly, wrongly.

Run, boy. Run.

This was no place for heroes.

Run...

It had been an entire day, and only now Father Pieter began to think about emerging from his hiding place.

He had not heard any sounds of violence for some time now. His vision through the missing slat in the attic where he had hidden himself was limited; he could only see a slice of the plankway in front of his house, a couple of stalls beyond, a stretch of the harbour, a few smashed motor canoes belonging to Indoni traders, and the floating body of one of the owners, his feet nudging the stilts of the pier in the filthy swell.

He edged open the hatch to the attic, wincing at every creak the wood made. His ears ached with the silence.

Composing himself further, he gingerly lowered the ladder down to the floor of the landing below, and levered himself onto the rungs.

He froze on the landing, ears straining for any indication of possible violence.

Nothing.

He crept to the window, back pressed against the wooden wall, darting a quick glance out through the pane.

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