Doctor Gone Bad

Author's Note: WARNING! Dark doctor one-shot! I got this idea from a picture online. If enough people like it, maybe I'll continue it. Please R/R. Also enjoy!

He was covered in blood. His hair was stained with the dark liquid, crimson streaks smeared across his once white shirt. Or what was left of it. Under the singed tweed jacket, the familiar button up was now torn to shreds, meager strips of cloth clinging to his body by sheer will. Slashes ran across his cheek and toned chest, adding to the warrior effect.

Patches of his jeans were ripped, exposing bloody flesh underneath. He was no longer wearing shoes; the trail of red footprints behind him was evidence of this. Flames danced behind him, echoing the screams of the dying. A locket soaked in red, dangled from his hand as he entered the Tardis. A locket I recognized immediately.

"Where are they?" I whispered, at first, too shocked and fear ridden to speak any louder.

He looked at me with cold eyes, before a slow predatory smile slid across his face. Without taking his eyes off me, he shut the Tardis door with a resounding bang, leaving the room in silence.

His intense gaze penetrated me, immobilizing me where I stood.

"Doctor. Where are Amy and Rory?" I asked, my legs threatening to collapse under me.

At my words, the Doctor began advancing towards me; his actions making me back up, until I hit a wall. He came closer until he was right in front of me, his warm breath fanning over my face. The smell of the burnt material of his once clean jacket surrounded me, nearly causing me to gag. An unbearable silence surrounded us, my heart beating so loudly I swore he could hear it. He smiled wider, giving me the impression that he could.

"Doc-," I started, but was quickly silenced when his hand wrapped tightly around my throat. I grasped his arm, trying to pry his fingers from my neck, but to no avail. Though his hands were slicked with blood, it made it no easier for me to escape.

He leaned in close to my face, until our noses were practically touching. He stared intensely at me for a moment, before a strange look came over his features. I swallowed nervously and squirmed uncomfortably. I clenched my eyes shut for a second, to try and summon up whatever sliver of courage I had left. Then something touched my face.

I froze, unwilling to open my eyes.

That 'something' slid from my cheek to my ear, a warm sensation following it. I shivered when I realized what was touching me. It was the Doctor's nose.

His breath tickled my ear, his hand squeezing tighter, before he spoke.

"Do you want to know how they died?" He whispered, causing me to snap my eyes open. He pulled back and chuckled at the fear present on my face.

With his free hand he gently caressed my cheek, making me flinch away from him.

"Doctor please." I pleaded.

"They screamed so… much." He purred, tracing my lower lip. My heart picked up speed, my breathing becoming more erratic. "I took my time killing them." He continued, pressing his body closer to mine, until I could barely move.

"What did you do to them?" I asked in horror, immediately regretting the question.

"I would spare you from the gruesome details, but that's not in my nature. Not anymore." He growled maliciously.

My eyes went wide and I took my hands off of his arm to try and shove him off me. He chuckled at this, the sound rumbling through my body in an unpleasant manner.

"I used my sonic screwdriver to boil their insides. But that was just the beginning of their torture. I bet you're wondering why I'm drenched in blood. Most of it is theirs. Quite an interesting story really."

I covered my ears with my hands; my eyes squeezed shut, as he recounted his gruesome deed.

"Stop." I commanded, trying to block out his voice and the disturbing images flooding through my mind.

"It had to be done. They were in my way." He stated, gritting his teeth, giving him a feral look. I turned my head away, not wanting to look him in the eye.

"Look at me." The Doctor demanded, shifting ever so slightly. This gave me a little space, so I used the leverage to my advantage.

Using all my strength and praying it would be enough; I pushed against the Doctor's chest, and shoved him back, effectively freeing my windpipe. I rubbed my neck, and coughed, wincing at the tenderness I felt. Something akin to amusement flickered in the Doctor's eyes, before he took a step back, a bloody footprint following him.

The Doctor turned then and casually removed his nearly incinerated jacket, draping it on the Tardis console. Without much of a shirt left to cover him, I could see his well-developed muscles clearly, another jolt of fear running through me. I continued rubbing my irritated flesh, realizing with dread, that The Doctor, the man I had trusted, I now feared.

"What happened to you?" I blurted, my question loud, in the deathly quiet room.

The Doctor remained silent, his fist clenching the only indication he had heard me. No going back now. I thought, taking a few steps towards him.

"Ever since River died-"

"DON'T MENTION HER NAME!" The Doctor shouted, slamming his fist onto the Tardis console. The Tardis shuddered, seemingly as afraid of The Doctor as I was. He turned then, his blazing eyes, causing me to pause. I took a deep breath and willed myself to step closer, trying not to tremble.

"She wouldn't have wanted this." I said, not saying 'her' name again. The Doctor gave no response to this, only stared. I took another step. "This monster you've become." I said, my voice wavering. "What you've done to them." Step. "To the people you loved." Another step.

I was now directly in front of him now, my brain screaming at me that that was a bad idea. I swallowed and hesitantly reached my shaking hand up to place it over one of The Doctor's hearts. He turned to face me and it took all my strength not to run out of the Tardis.

"You once told me that having two hearts gives you more insight on what is right. Look with your hearts. You know this is wrong. And I know there is some way you can fix this." I whispered, looking at him with pleading eyes.

His gaze softened for a moment, before the cold look came back over his features. He smiled thinly and took my hand from his chest and inspected it.

"I think a ring on this finger will do just nicely. " He said, in a sickeningly pleasant manner. "And I know just the scrap metal to make it out of." He grinned, tugging me over to sit on a chair. I plopped down in the chair, wary and very very nervous.

The Doctor pulled up another chair and sat in front of me and smiled like a predator that had caught its prey. Which in reality, he had. He stared at me, before lifting up his hand to show me the locket.

I gasped in shock. Up close, the locket looked horrible. The once beautiful gold piece, was dented and scratched, the blood filling in the chipped areas. The Doctor smirked at my reaction, before reaching into his pocket and grabbing his sonic screwdriver.

"I think it's only appropriate that this should be used as your wedding ring." He chuckled, waving his screwdriver up and down the locket. Before my eyes, the gift I had given Amy, turned into a gold banded, diamond ring. The diamond was blood red.

I couldn't speak. My whole body felt numb. The Doctor I knew really is gone. I thought, watching as he stood and took my hand. I shut my eyes as the cold metal slipped onto my finger.

"I now pronounce you Mrs. Timelord." He said, laughing at his own joke. "And now, I may kiss the bride." He said, leaning over me. A tear slid down my cheek as his lips crashed down on mine, sealing my grim fate. I couldn't help but think that on his lips, I could taste the blood of the innocent.