Marvin Returns To The Dark Side
Created | Updated Jul 5, 2007
Maze
Chapter Five
“Well… there’s good news and there’s bad news…”
BANG!
Marvin sighed miserably. The Cyberman’s headless body stood in the passageway. He should put a sign on the door warning them of that… why bother? They’d only do it again. Stupid things. Almost as stupid as humans. He paused. No, if there is anything out there as stupid humans, he’d give up being evil. Which was hardly going to happen in this series.
Another Cyberman cautiously poked their head around the door, “Do you want me to move this?”
Marvin would have rolled his eyes, “Yes.”
Elpis’ office was certainly big, very spacious. The planet was full of all sort of profitable resources. It was a planet extremely similar to Earth, he would have said twin planet but Earth wouldn’t get a twin planet now. Too late, besides, very few planets had twins. Jupiter did funnily enough, but it was blown up accidentally by a group of miners, waste really. The Healers, well all the Healers under twenty one had ben evacuated before Marvin had arrived so the Healers would live on. Unfortunately, their President wouldn’t. Still, their President was good for one thing. Well two.
The first being to show the Doctor a lesson, that Marvin meant business. Secondly, her species was extremely rare, practically extinct. About twenty still living. He could use strands of her D.N.A to track down the remaining few and kill all but one. Then he could sell that one to a museum, which pay hefty sums for the last of species. They tried getting the Doctor once. They soon regretted that.
Marvin sighed. He was leaving the Doctor alone, well, not luring him into a trap. Marvin had predicted and would later be proven right as always, that the Doctor would blunder into the trap on his own accord. He was right so far. Twice in a row. I mean, people just don’t get into trouble that easily. There were several reasons Marvin wanted the Doctor. One was to kill him, but that would come later. He wanted to know about the Doctor. Information was detailed where it was available but it always had gaps. Obvious gaps but always there.
What was his real name? Why does he conceal it? Why did he want to change the Timelords? Why does he get into trouble? Who is he? Really? Not even an android with a brain the size of a planet could work those out. Universal mysteries you could say. Or, if you knew better. Eternal mysteries.
“You seem chirpy considering you’ve just lost a friend.” said Martha, although not particularly wanting to bring up the subject, felt that she had to. He hadn’t shown any signs of sadness or concern. There was hardly anything at all. No reaction, it was very creepy.
He avoided her eyes, “Hmm, I’ve already lost her once. Make that twice. It just doesn’t have the same effect three times in a row.”
“I know but you’re not even slightly upset… it’s…” said Martha, “It’s not hu… oh. I forget. Sorry.”
He shrugged, “It’s okay, I get that a lot.”
“How well did you know her?” asked Martha.
“Mmmm,” he paused, turned to her and smiled, “Like a friend. She was like a sister. I never had a sister… or a brother. Still…” he paused again, “Let’s go somewhere interesting. I feel like somewhere foreign! Let’s go to…” he leapt over to the scanner with childish enthusiasm, “Aha!”
Martha smiled. It was hard not to catch the enthusiasm, “Well?”
“Suzoniur!” he shouted happily.
“Sounds Russian.” said Martha.
“It was colonised by Russians in the forty second century, then by the Brits in the forty fifth, they decided to keep the name.”
“Why?”
“It sounded foreign.”
The TARDIS began to materialise.
“I’ll take baby shall I?” asked the midwife before snatching the baby off the father who looked as though he was about to faint. His fault for being squeamish really. Still, there was a hell of a lot of blood on the floor. It was strange. It baffled the doctors, no one usually bled that much and no one ever gave birth that easily. It’s as though she were an alien.
Minutes later, the mother was holding the baby in the recovery room. She was beaming happily, never so happy in her life. The father was still pale but was equally as happy. The baby was crying out happily and trying to poke it’s mother in the eye. She laughed and smiled. Young mothers were always the happiest about it. Then the baby opened it’s eyes. The mother didn’t notice what was wrong. The father did.
“He hasn’t got blue eyes.” said the father, shaken.
The mother didn’t get it, or care, “And?”
The mother looked up into the father’s deeply concerned and worried eyes, “All babies have blue eyes.”
The Doctor threw the TARDIS doors open wildly and cried, “Suzoniur!”
Martha followed smiling brightly, “How foreign is it? Aliens?”
“Tonnes of ’em!” said the Doctor smiling.
“Hang on, we’re in a maze!” said Martha, “You said nothing about mazes.”
“Didn’t…” the Doctor paused. His eyes glazed over for a second, as though something had gone wrong. He blinked and then picked up his sentence like nothing had happened, “…I?”
Martha raised an eyebrow. Should she mention it? Something told her it was serious but knowing the Doctor, he was probably just messing about. She shrugged and followed him as he set off deeper into the maze in a swirl of coat tails. She called after him as he turned another corner, “So, what was that about?”
He paused and turned around, “What was what about?”
“You paused in the middle of your sentence.”
“Did…” then it happened again. This time he frowned as though in pain. Then carried on the sentence, “…I?”
“You did it again.”
“When?”
“Just then.”
“What…” then again, “…really?”
“And again.”
“You’re…” again, “…joshing me.”
“There! You just did it again!”
“How…” and again, “…many times now?”
“Five.”
“Oh…” again, “…dear.”
“Six.”
“This…” again, “…isn’t good.”
“Seven! What is wrong with you?!”
“I…” his eyes glazed over and fluttered lazily. His body began to twitch uncontrollably and he collapsed to the floor. Martha leapt next to him checking his hearts immediately. His eyes fluttered open, “…please…” then he cried out in pain and convulsed painfully, “…Martha…” he screamed out and then paused. Completely back to normal, “Someone’s taken… Marvin!”
“What is wrong with you?!”
Marvin sighed miserably. He began tapping his feet on the floor tediously. How long would it take? Seriously, it was hardly the hardest maze in the universe. He could see the TARDIS from where he was standing. The maze was made for three year olds! Surely a medical student and a Time Lord could work it out. If a five year old with a brain impediment could do it then it was highly likely that they could manage it.
He’d heard the Doctor cry out in pain but that’s understandable. Transporting a Time Lord’s past lives from one time to another would be bad enough but doing it with the wrong equipment must have been playing merry hell with his body and timeline. Oh well. He’d die soon anyway so whether is actually mattered any more was a matter of moral, of which Marvin had none.
“Can I just ask…” questioned one of the Doctor’s previous incarnations behind him, “Why am I the only one who’s being held?”
Marvin spun around. It was true, the Fifth incarnation of the Doctor was the only one being held by one of Marvin’s cyber men slaves. All the others just had guns trained on them. Marvin sighed, “Because you’re the only one who ever fired from a gun.”
All of the previous Doctors were unaware of this and turned to glare at the Fifth Doctor. Marvin then turned around and continued with his tapping of feet.
Martha dragged the Doctor’s unconscious body out of the maze exit, panting heavily and with all sort of cramps. She dropped him on the floor and fell to her knees to breath properly. When she looked up a gun was glaring at her. She smiled nervously and put her hands in the air.
“NO! Take me! Leave my baby! Please!” she screamed, she screamed terrifyingly loudly. It wasn’t even a baby, it was an eight year old. She had every right to be angry and scared. Her son was eight years old and about to go through something and she didn’t know how to protect him, “Please!”
“Look, nothing will happen.” said her husband reassuringly grabbing her hand and squeezing it. He knew what it was like. He ran. Like most of them, he ran. It was a scary thing for anyone to go through. He watched his wife kneel down, trembling and kiss his son on the forehead.
“Mein libleng,” she whispered in her son’s ear, “You will save lives.”
“Like a doctor?” asked her son curiously.
“Just like a Doctor.” she replied, emphasising the word Doctor without her conscious knowledge.
Her son smiled and walked off with the strangers. She held her hands to her mouth and gasped. She then began to cry uncontrollably on her husband’s shoulder. Her son turned and waved and never stopped wondering why his mum was crying.
The Doctor woke up. Promptly wishing he hadn’t. The smily face of his ninth incarnation greeted him, “Awake are we?”
“Knock it off.” hissed the tenth Doctor, “Marvin again?”
“Yes.” they all replied.
“Oh God.” he sighed.
Marvin spun on his mechanical heels, “Hello.”
“What now?” asked all the Doctors at the same time, even Martha pitched in.
Marvin sighed. And sat down on a chair behind him, “I need some help.”
Chapter Five
“Well… there’s good news and there’s bad news…”
BANG!
Marvin sighed miserably. The Cyberman’s headless body stood in the passageway. He should put a sign on the door warning them of that… why bother? They’d only do it again. Stupid things. Almost as stupid as humans. He paused. No, if there is anything out there as stupid humans, he’d give up being evil. Which was hardly going to happen in this series.
Another Cyberman cautiously poked their head around the door, “Do you want me to move this?”
Marvin would have rolled his eyes, “Yes.”
Elpis’ office was certainly big, very spacious. The planet was full of all sort of profitable resources. It was a planet extremely similar to Earth, he would have said twin planet but Earth wouldn’t get a twin planet now. Too late, besides, very few planets had twins. Jupiter did funnily enough, but it was blown up accidentally by a group of miners, waste really. The Healers, well all the Healers under twenty one had ben evacuated before Marvin had arrived so the Healers would live on. Unfortunately, their President wouldn’t. Still, their President was good for one thing. Well two.
The first being to show the Doctor a lesson, that Marvin meant business. Secondly, her species was extremely rare, practically extinct. About twenty still living. He could use strands of her D.N.A to track down the remaining few and kill all but one. Then he could sell that one to a museum, which pay hefty sums for the last of species. They tried getting the Doctor once. They soon regretted that.
Marvin sighed. He was leaving the Doctor alone, well, not luring him into a trap. Marvin had predicted and would later be proven right as always, that the Doctor would blunder into the trap on his own accord. He was right so far. Twice in a row. I mean, people just don’t get into trouble that easily. There were several reasons Marvin wanted the Doctor. One was to kill him, but that would come later. He wanted to know about the Doctor. Information was detailed where it was available but it always had gaps. Obvious gaps but always there.
What was his real name? Why does he conceal it? Why did he want to change the Timelords? Why does he get into trouble? Who is he? Really? Not even an android with a brain the size of a planet could work those out. Universal mysteries you could say. Or, if you knew better. Eternal mysteries.
“You seem chirpy considering you’ve just lost a friend.” said Martha, although not particularly wanting to bring up the subject, felt that she had to. He hadn’t shown any signs of sadness or concern. There was hardly anything at all. No reaction, it was very creepy.
He avoided her eyes, “Hmm, I’ve already lost her once. Make that twice. It just doesn’t have the same effect three times in a row.”
“I know but you’re not even slightly upset… it’s…” said Martha, “It’s not hu… oh. I forget. Sorry.”
He shrugged, “It’s okay, I get that a lot.”
“How well did you know her?” asked Martha.
“Mmmm,” he paused, turned to her and smiled, “Like a friend. She was like a sister. I never had a sister… or a brother. Still…” he paused again, “Let’s go somewhere interesting. I feel like somewhere foreign! Let’s go to…” he leapt over to the scanner with childish enthusiasm, “Aha!”
Martha smiled. It was hard not to catch the enthusiasm, “Well?”
“Suzoniur!” he shouted happily.
“Sounds Russian.” said Martha.
“It was colonised by Russians in the forty second century, then by the Brits in the forty fifth, they decided to keep the name.”
“Why?”
“It sounded foreign.”
The TARDIS began to materialise.
“I’ll take baby shall I?” asked the midwife before snatching the baby off the father who looked as though he was about to faint. His fault for being squeamish really. Still, there was a hell of a lot of blood on the floor. It was strange. It baffled the doctors, no one usually bled that much and no one ever gave birth that easily. It’s as though she were an alien.
Minutes later, the mother was holding the baby in the recovery room. She was beaming happily, never so happy in her life. The father was still pale but was equally as happy. The baby was crying out happily and trying to poke it’s mother in the eye. She laughed and smiled. Young mothers were always the happiest about it. Then the baby opened it’s eyes. The mother didn’t notice what was wrong. The father did.
“He hasn’t got blue eyes.” said the father, shaken.
The mother didn’t get it, or care, “And?”
The mother looked up into the father’s deeply concerned and worried eyes, “All babies have blue eyes.”
The Doctor threw the TARDIS doors open wildly and cried, “Suzoniur!”
Martha followed smiling brightly, “How foreign is it? Aliens?”
“Tonnes of ’em!” said the Doctor smiling.
“Hang on, we’re in a maze!” said Martha, “You said nothing about mazes.”
“Didn’t…” the Doctor paused. His eyes glazed over for a second, as though something had gone wrong. He blinked and then picked up his sentence like nothing had happened, “…I?”
Martha raised an eyebrow. Should she mention it? Something told her it was serious but knowing the Doctor, he was probably just messing about. She shrugged and followed him as he set off deeper into the maze in a swirl of coat tails. She called after him as he turned another corner, “So, what was that about?”
He paused and turned around, “What was what about?”
“You paused in the middle of your sentence.”
“Did…” then it happened again. This time he frowned as though in pain. Then carried on the sentence, “…I?”
“You did it again.”
“When?”
“Just then.”
“What…” then again, “…really?”
“And again.”
“You’re…” again, “…joshing me.”
“There! You just did it again!”
“How…” and again, “…many times now?”
“Five.”
“Oh…” again, “…dear.”
“Six.”
“This…” again, “…isn’t good.”
“Seven! What is wrong with you?!”
“I…” his eyes glazed over and fluttered lazily. His body began to twitch uncontrollably and he collapsed to the floor. Martha leapt next to him checking his hearts immediately. His eyes fluttered open, “…please…” then he cried out in pain and convulsed painfully, “…Martha…” he screamed out and then paused. Completely back to normal, “Someone’s taken… Marvin!”
“What is wrong with you?!”
Marvin sighed miserably. He began tapping his feet on the floor tediously. How long would it take? Seriously, it was hardly the hardest maze in the universe. He could see the TARDIS from where he was standing. The maze was made for three year olds! Surely a medical student and a Time Lord could work it out. If a five year old with a brain impediment could do it then it was highly likely that they could manage it.
He’d heard the Doctor cry out in pain but that’s understandable. Transporting a Time Lord’s past lives from one time to another would be bad enough but doing it with the wrong equipment must have been playing merry hell with his body and timeline. Oh well. He’d die soon anyway so whether is actually mattered any more was a matter of moral, of which Marvin had none.
“Can I just ask…” questioned one of the Doctor’s previous incarnations behind him, “Why am I the only one who’s being held?”
Marvin spun around. It was true, the Fifth incarnation of the Doctor was the only one being held by one of Marvin’s cyber men slaves. All the others just had guns trained on them. Marvin sighed, “Because you’re the only one who ever fired from a gun.”
All of the previous Doctors were unaware of this and turned to glare at the Fifth Doctor. Marvin then turned around and continued with his tapping of feet.
Martha dragged the Doctor’s unconscious body out of the maze exit, panting heavily and with all sort of cramps. She dropped him on the floor and fell to her knees to breath properly. When she looked up a gun was glaring at her. She smiled nervously and put her hands in the air.
“NO! Take me! Leave my baby! Please!” she screamed, she screamed terrifyingly loudly. It wasn’t even a baby, it was an eight year old. She had every right to be angry and scared. Her son was eight years old and about to go through something and she didn’t know how to protect him, “Please!”
“Look, nothing will happen.” said her husband reassuringly grabbing her hand and squeezing it. He knew what it was like. He ran. Like most of them, he ran. It was a scary thing for anyone to go through. He watched his wife kneel down, trembling and kiss his son on the forehead.
“Mein libleng,” she whispered in her son’s ear, “You will save lives.”
“Like a doctor?” asked her son curiously.
“Just like a Doctor.” she replied, emphasising the word Doctor without her conscious knowledge.
Her son smiled and walked off with the strangers. She held her hands to her mouth and gasped. She then began to cry uncontrollably on her husband’s shoulder. Her son turned and waved and never stopped wondering why his mum was crying.
The Doctor woke up. Promptly wishing he hadn’t. The smily face of his ninth incarnation greeted him, “Awake are we?”
“Knock it off.” hissed the tenth Doctor, “Marvin again?”
“Yes.” they all replied.
“Oh God.” he sighed.
Marvin spun on his mechanical heels, “Hello.”
“What now?” asked all the Doctors at the same time, even Martha pitched in.
Marvin sighed. And sat down on a chair behind him, “I need some help.”
