EleorCira

Readers, in the Spring of 2009 Barney got into a fight. Not surprisingly, it was over a girl, and also not surprisingly, he lost. Miserably. Or at least he would have, had it not been for Robin. “Barney, what the hell are you doing here?” Robin asked as she threw her gun back into her purse. Barney winced from a pain in his side provoked by sitting up. “Apparently saving you from assault. You’re welcome, btw.” Robin laughed. “Yea, you were doing a great job of that.” She looked over at Barney. “You’re bleeding.” Barney had pulled himself up on the couch and looked back at her. “What?

The loud whistling of the kettle snapped Rose out of her daze. She pulled it off the stove and began to fill two cups without really paying much attention to it. In the other room sat a stranger with a familiar face. She didn’t really know who this “new” Doctor was, or why he was staying here. She walked into the room with the teacups, her mind repeating the same thought over and over. “What are you doing?” she asked the man in the chair as she handed him his teacup. “Reading Agatha Christi. I met her, you know? Brilliant woman,” he replied. Of course. “Hm. Well, you are the expert on such things.

What is this feeling? It’s pulsating throughout my body, burning in my chest, throbbing in my head, making my arms feel weak like steel. I can’t move: my entire body is trapped in this single stance; waiting, watching. Though my eyes search yours, I find nothing conclusive. There’s fear here, that much I recognize. I don’t even know where I am, or who you are. This feeling of intensity is all that I know, and I don’t even know what it is. I’ve never felt it before. My eyes leave yours and I notice my own shaking arms. Here at last is my answer, and I stare at the cold metal held between my hands. I feel hate.