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Written In Stone

A New Dawn

December 22, 2011: Montana, United States

"Laurie, if you keep stumbling around we're never getting back to our room!" A young blonde groaned as she glared down at her roommate, the red-head slung over her shoulders almost unconscious from the large amount of rum and coke her body had tried to process. The more responsible one of the two groaned loudly as she dragged her intoxicated friend along through the chilly night, unaware of the eye watching them.

"Laurie, get your life together!" the blond snapped once more as she shook her friend's shoulder, Laurie laughing with her eyes shut.

"Shut up, Michelle. You're too loud."

"You're—" Michelle stopped as she looked over her shoulder, listening carefully to the sound of the wind whispering in her ear. She frowned as she stared through the darkness, the street light not enough to pinpoint the source of what she had heard. She stared for a second longer before she shook her head, turning her attention back to her companion.

"You're such a drunk bitch, do you know that?" the slim blonde muttered before she continued to drag her friend along the sidewalk, her heels leaving tracks on the soft trail of snow.

After walking for a few minutes, the two stopped at a park bench close to their dorm. Michelle sighed as she sat her friend down, the red-head leaning back and letting her head hang back. The blonde chuckled and shook her head before stretching and taking a seat. Her night had been a long one and she was ready for bed. Had it not been for Laurie—who had been so adamant on getting her out—Michelle would have been tucked in her comforter, watching a movie and lulling herself to sleep.

It was too bad.

Michelle quickly set up as she glanced around, listening to the wind once more. She blinked and raised a brow before she heard the sound of snow crinkling under someone's step. Her eyes widened as fear began swelling inside of her, the hairs on her neck slowly rising. "Laurie," the young woman whispered as she unsteadily stood to her feet. Her eyes were glued to the dark patch beyond the park, her heart racing and her fingers trembling. "Laurie!" she snapped before she grabbed her friend roughly by the arm.

"What?" said student asked as she lazily opened her eyes, blinking and trying to regain her vision.

"There's something out there," the blonde whispered, her voice being carried through the wind.

Slowly sobering up, Laurie raised a brow as she tried her best to stop the world from spinning. She squinted through the darkness as she raised a brow. "What are you talking about?"

"There's someone out there," Michelle said as she kept her terror-struck gaze down the path. "I heard them."

"Heard—" With a snap of a twig, both Laurie and Michelle stiffened, slowly backing away from the end of the abyss.

"Let's go back," Laurie muttered as Michelle nodded. They jumped at the harsh snap once more before the two turned and took off, doing their best with their heels on and the snow.

As the two ran, they listened to the sound of footsteps following quickly after them. Fear enveloped the two as Laurie released a scream, Michelle picking her pace up and continuing forward. The drunker one of the two ignored the way the world span under her feet, her fear and curiosity getting the best of her. The red-head slowly turned to look over her shoulder before she stumbled to her feet, tripping over herself. She released a yelp and a groan of pain as she hit the concrete, skidding her knee and staining the white sheet of snow with a bit of her blood.

"Michelle!" Laurie shrieked, her friend coming to an abrupt halt. Her friend's eyes widened as she turned back, the sloppy girl sobbing to herself as she tried to stand. Her eyes widened as she reached out for her friend, the blonde sprinting up to her and grabbing her hand.

"Stand up!" she yelled. Michelle quickly pulled Laurie to her feet, the two discovering the red-head had twisted her ankle. The injured released a yell of pain as she tried to put her weight on her wounded foot.

"My foot—" Laurie's mouth snapped shut as the sound of a spark crackling caught their attention. The two slowly looked back and their eyes widened with horror as they stared at a dark figure standing beneath the furthest street light. They gapped and watched as the light flickered a few times before completely shutting off.

"Oh god," Michelle whimpered, watching as the next street light shut off, and so on and so forth.

"We need to go!" the blonde yelled as she grabbed her friend, Laurie sobbing and nodding her head as the street lights continued to turn off.

The two moved with less than half the speed they had originally been running at, Laurie's ankle only slowing them down. The sidewalk was slick and it was difficult to get the right amount of friction to walk quickly, but the pair did their best. Michelle frowned as she glanced over her shoulder, shuddering as the lights continued to shut off one-by-one, slowly catching up with the. Then, her eyes widened as Laurie tripped, causing them to fall. Releasing a frustrated grunt, the blonde stood to her feet, staring down at her friend with a wavering gaze. She glanced from her friend to the oncoming darkness and then back at her friend again.

"Michelle?" Laurie whispered as said woman grimaced. The red-head watched as the girl on her feet slowly began backing away, shaking her head.

"I'm so sorry."

"Michelle?" Laurie called out once more, a bit more desperately. She watched as Michelle turned and began running, leaving the red-head on the ground.

"No! Michelle! Please!" she cried out. "Please don't leave me!" Her hot tears spilled down her cheeks as she sobbed to herself, sitting under the last light. She shuttered as she slowly looked up, praying for the light to keep its strength. She choked on her cry as the light began to flicker, the darkness slowly over powering it.

"No, no. Please!" she screamed as she looked to her left and stared through the night. She began to quiver as she glanced around, gulping and calming herself down by humming a soft tune. She closed her eyes, hoping to wake up in the morning with nothing but a hangover and the memories of this nightmare.

She'd never wake up again.

Laurie slowly opened her eyes as she stared up at the street lamp, watching the last few seconds of its life flash before her. Her ears perked to the sound of a heavy breathing from someone not too far from her side. She cringed and quietly cried before she closed her eyes, thinking about all of the things she had done, everything she hadn't done and everything she had wanted to do.

And then her scream echoed throughout the night.

December 1, 2012: Montana, United States

"Ron to Eve."

"Go ahead."

"We've got a 10-73I over in room 788 West."

"10-4."

A young woman sighed as she stood from her desk and stretched, making sure her keys and I.D. were safely placed in her back jean pocket. Securing her walkie-talkie to her waist with the clip, Eve Young began heading out of her door, closing it softly as to not wake up her suitemate. After stepping out into the dimly lit hallway, the young lady nodded to herself, making her way to the elevator and pressing the up button for the seventh floor.

Evelyn Young. There were many ways to describe the headstrong and stubborn young woman. She was 21-years-old, in her last year of college for biology. She had always had a strong interest in the subject and she excelled in most of her classes during high school, so it made sense for her to study it.

Her hair was straight and long, the ends stopping at the middle of her back. She had dark brown eyes with a heart-shaped face, the shortest layers of her hair framing her cheeks. Her lean figure was misleading to some; she was much stronger than she looked. And although she wasn't the most friendly of people, she felt she was good enough all around to be a Resident Assistant on her college campus.

The elevator doors slid smoothly open as Eve strolled out, turning to the left and down the hallway, past the lounge that was in front of the elevator. She stopped for a moment and inhaled deeply, not smelling a single thing. Raising a brow in confusion, the young lady grabbed her walkie from her waist, pressing the talk button.

"Eve to Ron. I'm here on the seventh floor and I'm not finding anything." She waited patiently for a reply, but after a few moments of silence the young girl frowned. As she went to press the talk-button one more time, the radio interrupted her with a loud croak.

"You sure about that?" Eve rolled her eyes as she nodded, though no one could physically see her.

"I'm 100% sure."

"Alright, then. Thanks for checking it out though."

"No problem." And with that, Eve began making her way towards the elevator.

The seventh floor of her dorm building was mostly uninhabited, save for the three residents that lived there. She had been surprised that there had been any call at all for the floor—10-73I meaning that someone had been called in for burning something; in that instance, incense. There were two towers to her dormitory, the North and South tower. Each tower had eight floors with a set of rooms going down both sides of them. The towers were parallel to one another, the lounges of each floor facing each other. It was a simple set up, but simple wasn't always bad.

Sighing to herself, Eve shrugged and turned, making her way back to the elevator. As she strolled on, her brow rose as she heard the strange sound of machinery chirping. It was hard for her to describe, but to the best of her abilities, she would say that it sounded like a siren mixed with the humming of some sort of mechanism. Her brows furrowed inward as she watched a bright light shine from underneath the door that led to the electrical room. Her eyes widened as she began running up to the door, walkie-talkie in hand.

"Ron, I need 10-78 right now!" she snapped into the talkie. Her eyes widened as she only received the sound of static, cringing with every sharp crackle. She shook her head, knowing she would be getting no assistance from anyone. Deciding to take things into her own hands, the young woman rushed up to the door, pulling out her master key and quickly unlocked the door, the light dimming and disappearing as she twisted the lock.

Eve took a step back as she stared at the door, the silence now almost overbearing. She listened as her heart beat against her chest, the sound of her own breath echoing in the quiet. She slowly raised her hand to the door knob, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath before pushing the door open. She watched intently as the door swung slowly open, the darkness greeting her. She blinked and raised a brow with curiosity as she listened carefully. Jumping slightly, Eve took a small step forward as the sound of a door creaking open filled the void. Confusion took over as the dark haired student leaned forward.

"…Hello?" she called out before the light to the room suddenly flickered on. She tried not to gasp as she found a stranger standing before her, his hand on the light switch.

"Well…this is a bit of a surprise," the man said as he glanced around the tiny closet he was standing in. Eve watched without a single word as she gapped, her eyes shifting from the man to the rather large blue box that stood behind him—which barely fit in the electrical closet in the first place.

"Don't mind me, but what year is this exactly?" Evelyn merely gapped at the man as she tried to make sense of everything happening. Just that morning, the closet had been empty, save for the electrical box, internet cables and extra telephones. Now there was a police box and a man standing in the emptiness.

The stranger was a peculiar one, or perhaps it was the situation that made him peculiar. He was taller—much taller than her—with a slim, brown suit with thin, white stripes going vertically. His trousers matched his blazer, his red high-tops somehow completing his appearance in a boyish yet manly sort of way. His hair was untamed yet somehow perfect, brown pieces sticking up in every which way. He wore a large grin on his face, his teeth white and shaped beautifully. But then, it wasn't what he wore or his hair or his smile that caught Eve's attention. It was the look in his brown eyes.

She had seen him before.

The man raised a brow as he leaned forward in the same way Eve did, almost as if he was taunting her. He smirked a bit more as he kept his hands in his pant pockets. "Don't mean to interrupt your mental rant, but can I get the day and year?"

"Who the hell are you?" Eve finally spat out as she gave the man an incredulous stare. She watched as the man stood up tall, rocking on to his heels and then to his toes a few times with the same wily grin he had been wearing before.

"I'm the Doctor."

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"Who the hell are you?" Eve had snapped as stared up at the man. She watched carefully as he gave her a cheeky sort of smile.

"I'm the Doctor."

"…That's not a name."

"Sure it is!"

"No."

"And why not?"

"Because! No one just says, 'Oh, hello! My name is the Doctor.' That's just not how it works."

"According to whom, exactly?" this Doctor had inquired in a patronizing sort of manner. Eve glared as she shook her head and reached for her walkie-talkie. She decidedly ignored the way the man stared at her as she stepped back, pressing the "talk" button.

"Ron, do you copy?" There was nothing but static.

"Oh, sorry. That's my fault!" the brunet said as he looked back at his blue Police Box. "My TARDIS had a bit of a mix-up and the engine's gone and died—though it can't really, actually die—the point is, because of the energy fluctuations, it looks like its interrupting any sort of transmissions in the area, including your radio there." Eve stared at the intruder as if he were mad before she took careful steps back; her boss had always said to back away slowly and subtly in uncomfortable situations.

The Doctor noticed her delicate movements and the way she stared at him as if he were a danger. His eyes brightened as he shook his head, hoping to defuse the situation. "Don't worry. I'm not here to cause any trouble."

"What are you doing here then?"

"I already told you—"

"How in the world did you fit that box inside of the electrical closet?"

"Well, you see—"

"Is this some sort of joke? Has Wendy been talking to you? Because this is not funny—especially with those disappearances." And that was when Evelyn had caught the Doctor's attention.

"Disappearances?"

"Yes, disappearances," Eve snapped in return as she glared at the man.

"Tell me about them," the Doctor said; perhaps that had been what had jumbled the TARDIS' track.

Eve's eyes widened as she shook her head, almost as if she were appalled by him. "Absolutely not! As if you don't already know. I have to be dreaming, that's the only thing that really makes any sense at this point!" the girl said in a panicked sort of manner. She glanced at the Doctor as she shook her head and sighed.

"Here's the deal, Mr. Doctor, instead of babbling on about this Turnip box of yours—"

"TARDIS, actually."

"—you are going to show me some sort of identification now and tell me something more logical about why you put that thing in the closet or I'm going to have to call security," the R.A. firmly stated; she had almost forgotten protocol and procedures.

The Doctor smirked as he reached into his back pocket and grabbed out the black little wallet that held his psychic paper. "There you go."

"Assistant Resident Director?" Eve read as the Doctor nodded proudly.

"That's right." He watched carefully as the assumingly intuitive woman read his form of identification, her eyes narrowing for a moment. She stared back at him after reading his I.D., hesitating before relaxing and nodding her head.

"What exactly are you doing in here then?" she inquired as the Doctor played his role, continuing with a sweet smile.

"This police box is for decoration for the next event here on your campus!" he explained as Dawn nodded hesitantly.

"What event?"

"It's a surprise," the brunet said as he stepped out of the room, shutting the door. "That's why we've decided to put it here," he said; it wasn't one of his best stories, but hopefully it would be enough; he hadn't been expecting to be rerouted from his original course.

Evelyn nodded as she shrugged and began turning away. "Well, then. If you're all done here I'll be heading back to my room until my next round."

"You don't believe a word of this, do you?" the Doctor asked with a wide smirk.

He could see it in her eyes.

"Not a single bit. But it's late, I'm tired and have an exam tomorrow morning and have a late shift tonight, so once—" Eve span around as she shot a heated glare at the man. "—just this once, I'm going to let you off the hook."

"…Why?" The black haired student stopped in her tracks as her eyes widened. "Why are you letting me go so easily?" He watched the young woman carefully as she thought for a moment, staring intently into his eyes before shaking her head and making her way to the elevator.

"I figure this is some sort of nightmare. And anyways, it doesn't look as if you're here to harm anyone, right?" Her eyes were asking for honesty, and the Doctor appreciated that about her.

The man had nodded as he gave the R.A. a reassuring smile. "I'm only here to help."

And then she had left, without a second glance at the "Assistant Resident Director".

So, there you have it! Very first story...ever, actually. I originally joined this site to read and appreciate other work, but I've been going through a bit of a...journey, if you will, and a friend of mine who writes as a hobby and as something more serious suggested that I try it as well. So, here I am. I figured, why the hell not. I've never had anything against writing at all, I just never thought I could. But, hopefully this isn't so bad to whoever is reading it. Thank you for giving this a shot. If you don't like it, I'm sorry. Maybe you'll grow to like it when I post more. To those who do like it, I'll be relieved that you do. It's always reassuring to know your not bad at something you're trying to do well in.

Feel free to tell me how you felt; whether you liked it, hated it or whether I need to improve on something. Honestly, everything is welcome.

Thanks for giving this a try. Hope to see you in the next chapter.

*There was an edit that I have to give credit to margie-me for! Thanks for catching it!