Doctor Who Eighth Doctor Adventures 45 by Eater of Wasps (Trevor Baxendale) (v1.0)

Author:Eater of Wasps (Trevor Baxendale) (v1.0)
Format: epub

Gleave, grinding his teeth together, immediately saw that something was wrong. He had attended postmortem examinations before, and knew roughly how things should look inside a man’s stomach. Hilary Pink’s intestines resembled nothing Gleave had ever seen before: the gut was hideously swollen, a dull yellow colour webbed with thick green veins. Jimmy,’ breathed Professor Jacobs. He adjusted his half-moons for a better view. ‘Now that,’ stated the Doctor, ‘is not how it should be. . . ’ ‘Completely abnormal,’ agreed Jacobs. ‘Some kind of freak, perhaps?’ ‘No no no,’ said the Doctor. ‘At least, not until this morning. What we have here is evidence of incredibly rapid cellular redesign.’ ‘I beg your pardon?’ ‘The tissue has been deconstructed, cell by cell, and then rebuilt to a different pattern. ‘Rubbish.’ ‘Professor, the proof is here, right before your eyes.’ The Doctor’s gaze held that of the pathologist for a good few seconds, until Jacobs swallowed hard and looked back down at the corpse. ‘But. . . but what could do that?’ he asked. ‘I think we’ll find the culprits in here,’ replied the Doctor, lowering the scalpel again to make a further incision. The tawny flesh parted and a small jet of blood erupted, causing the Doctor to flinch in surprise. Spots of red flecked his face. The wound suddenly turned crimson as more blood welled up into the cavity. ‘That shouldn’t be possible,’ said Jacobs, disbelief evident in his tone. ‘This man’s been dead over six hours!’ ‘Not possible?’ repeated the Doctor, watching the blood flooding the exposed flesh. Small, crawling shapes were floating to the surface. They quickly resolved into blood-slicked insects, shiny yellow and black bodies emerging from the gore. Some were creeping out on to the edges of the tissue, wings flexing as they prepared for flight. ‘Wasps,’ said the Doctor. ‘Quickly, Professor - get me something to catch them in, ajar or container of some sort!’ But Jacobs was still boggling at the sight of more wasps wriggling out of the corpse’s guts. ‘Professor Jacobs!’ shouted the Doctor. ‘Come on, man!’ Jacobs suddenly jerked into life. He snatched up a glass beaker from his workbench and threw it to the Doctor. The Doctor immediately upturned the jar over the wasps, and then snapped his fingers impatiently for something to 122

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