Darkness Incarnate

A long time ago, a man named Dr. James Turner worked for an organization known as Torchwood...he was a genius beyond the measure of others who worked there. He
created things that no one could even think of but...one of his big objectives he seeked to complete was creating daleks with minds of human beings. His pregnant wife got full glimpse of him slowly going mad, she vowed that when her son is born that she would leave as soon as possible. But...that vow was shattered, when her son soon to be known ad Dr. Harry Turner was born she died. This made James even worse, he then went completely mad and used his own newborn son with experiments like a lab rat. He even lit his own sons back on fire, until one day, police came in and took Harry away from his lunatic father and was put in an Orphanage. James was commited to an insane asylum in a Catatonic state.
 
  Harry woke up and sat up slowly as he had another nightmare of his past he looked around and then smirked a bit to see he is still in the Insane Asylum. He got  up walking over, to a doll with the face of Captain Jack Harkness on the head of the doll and stabs it ferociously with a knife chuckling a bit. An asylum orderly peeked into his window seeing what Harry was doing and rolled his eyes turning around, "All the time", he says not shocked at all. The asylum orderly walked into the break room and looked to the others, "He's doing it again guys...every single day I wonder why he has such a big bone to pick with Jack Harkness he is a good guy. One of them turns around slowly, "I know why...of course as you know the apple doesn't fall far from the tree he tried to do what his father tried to do and it is creating daleks with jhuman brains. "Jack Harkness saw what he was doing and saw he was going mad and turned him in over to us and now I guess he has a huge grudge against Jack".

The other Asylum orderly looked down and sighed, "well...should we give Jack a call and have him come over and speak with him"? They all shake their head and one of them says "Im afraid not the poor man is busy he has enough on his mind why don't we give one of his closest friends a call...Im assuming you know who". They all look at eachother then says all at once "The Doctor".

The phone inside of the TARDIS rang, echoing throughout the huge, gargantuan and never ending interior. Inside of the control room, it was empty, not a soul in sight as the phone continued to ring until suddenly it stopped and a voice protruded up the staircase leading up to the control room, "Hello?" the voice asked followed by a mumbled voice responding. Walking up into the control room, The Doctor held his sonic screwdriver up to his left ear, using his shoulder and tilting his head to keep the sonic in place as his hands worked furiously on a device in front of him, loosely held between his hands. "No, i haven't talked to him in years. Why? Has he gone of the deep ends..deep..end?" The Doctor chuckled, before the voice replied causing him to release his small smirk and freeze up in a sudden shock as he set down the device onto the edge of the console, "I'll be right there".

Without another word, The Doctor tucked his sonic screwdriver away and began to madly active the TARDIS controls, until finally yanking down the main lever. One second the TARDIS was floating in deep space on the edge of the known galaxy, the next, it was materializing within the asylum next the security guard office which controlled the cells of the inmates. Running down the aisle of the TARDIS, The Doctor ignored grabbing his trench coat and immediately rushed out of the doors, turning his attention to the nearest guard as he closed the doors behind him, "Show me".

The Stranger leant against the wall, his sandy yellow hair scruffy as ever. In truth, his presence at the asylum was unrelated to the other traveller or the enraged inmate. He had been an inmate here himself many years ago, or at least he had discovered evidence to suggest he had. He was here searching for clues to his past. His eyes were closed in contemplation when he heard the familiar whirring of a Gallifreyan time machine. The TARDIS. His eyes clicked open. "He's here..." he muttered to himself then pushed off the wall and head through the maze of corridors towards the furious shouts of Dr Harry Turner. It sounded like trouble. Trouble sounded like the Doctor...

He sat down smirking as the guard showed The Doctor to his cell, his cold menacing eyes metThe Doctors with a smirk. He was not sure on what he wanted or what he was here for but he knew who this man was, "Well well well Jack Harkness's little friend". He stood and looked out the window then said calmly "I assume your here to talk about the very man that is the reason I am here". He turned around slowly meeting his eyes again staring at him menacingly and then chuckled, "Why should I not kill you for not looking like him?" "Same Hair same height almost and same arrogant and repulsive face" he says coldy. He smirked once more as he looked at him, "You must be truly brave to set foot in here with a man like me...very very intriguing I should say".

"Well..." The Doctor replied, exaggerating the word as he always did with a smirk and a jolt of his head to the left, "When someone calls me then it means something important has happened...something dangerous..or..well..mad". With a sniff, The Doctor eyed Harry Turner for a moment speaking to the guard, who stood beside him, "Open the door" he said, the guard completely taken back at the request, "Wha..what do you mean?! The guy is a killer! He'l kill you!". The Doctor's eyes stayed locked on the mad man on the other side of the door, not once glancing over to the guard, "I have lived for nearly three thousand years..not once has something killed me. Daleks. Cybermen. Mad men. guards...".

At the last word of The Doctor's sentence, the guard paused then shook his head and opened the door of the cell, allowing The Doctor to enter with a stride. With his hands placed relaxingly in his pockets, The Doctor entered the cell, his eyes locked on the inmate as the door shut behind him. "Start with how you got in here" He told the mad man in front of him, an eyebrow raising as he listened intently, "What were you working on?".

it was taking the Stranger longer to make his way through the facility than he had reckoned. The spyralling corridors seemed to bend and weave its way around him, no wonder everyone here was insane. A moment of doubt clouded his mind as to his own sanity when he saw the two towering blue pillars. The old run-down boxes stood side by side. But it was no hallucination, there were two of them. Two TARDIS'. "Well..." he muttered in his thick accent, "That's... unexpected."

He stared at The Doctor his dark cold grey eye staring into the face of The Doctor, "Hes right you know...I am a killer" he says calmly. He fiddled with the dark ring on his middle finger smirking, "But...I have no intention of killing you...you fascinate me in some ways Doctor". He stands walking back and forth slowly and throwing his hand in the air sarcastically "The oncoming storm...the mad man in a box" he says. He chuckles his back turned from The Doctor then looking slowly at him lightning striking and thunder booming. "Welcome...to my reign of terror Doctor". With that said Harry throws The Doctor into the wall punching him in the face running out of his cell. The guard tries to stop him but he is too fast and evidently too strong he takes the gun out of the guard's hand and shoots him. He smirks watching the blood flow from the guard and he walks into the puddle leaving footprints and disappears into the shadows of the Asylum gone.

The Doctor took the unexpected blow as best he could, falling down to his hands and taking a moment to recover before springing up and dashing out of the cell. Peering both ways, The Doctor almost guessed which way before his eyes caught sight of the footprints leading to the hallway located to the left. How could i be that daft The Doctor thought to himself as he carefully followed the footprints, using his sonic screwdriver to provide him light and making sure not to step on the prints. Overestimating his enemies had never been a problem before, much less a problem with one that was already locked up. But something threw him off. Something about this guy was nagging The Doctor, nagging him into making the wrong decisions.

Suddenly, The Doctor heard footsteps, not just one but a pair. Stopping, he squinted his eyes, trying to familiarize himself with the forms that were slowly becoming more and more apparent in front of him. "What?!" He proclaimed upon his eyes finally focusing in on the forms to realize who was dashing madly towards him, "What!". Quickly side stepping out of the way, The Doctor's attention immediately shifting from the fleeing convict to the man he knew all too well, a man...that was him.

The Stranger looked at the Doctor, his head cocked to the side. "No," he answered in his thick Irish accent. 9 seemed to be paying no attention however and had run off with some speed without waiting for a response. The Stranger rolled his eyes but followed nonetheless. As the other Doctor came into view, the Stranger's brow furrowed: "Well that can't be right..." he muttered. He'd expected it from the dual TARDIS' but it was still troubling that 2 Doctors were in the same place at the same time. First rule of time travelling was to never cross your own path. Bad things happened. Very bad things. And judging by the cackling they'd heard on the way, those bad things may not be quite so far away...

Braxien watched as all of this had taken place, it was one thing to see a box materialize in front of his eyes but curiosity had taken all the nine lives of the cat and he walked around it. Once, twice, three times before touching the wooden box and opening the door.

"Uh…"

He stumbled back outside. Walked around and went back in, rubbing his eyes. The box was bigger on the inside! Of all the things he had seen around the universe, this was the most surprising and intriguing thing he had ever seen.

"Hello?"

But no one responded, only the faint humming of what Braxien thought to be the engine. He looked around, the decor was pretty but judging by the lack of people on a six-panel console, they had simply forgotten about it. He sat down on the seat, putting his feet up. It had been a long time since he had been able to sit down and relax. What was the time anyway?

(Braxen, if your talking about 9s TARDIS, the doors were locked.)

((Right, I think it was the 10th's, if not, i'll change it))

Harry now away from all of them down in the sewer walking trying to find a way out. As he does he looks slowly where there seems to be light. Smirking he walks to it discovering it to be a way out. "Yes...finally I am free from the retched place" he says. Cackling he crawls up the ladder exiting the sewer into London. Now ascending from the sewers he slowly gazes around looking at the city. Crossing his arms shaking his head chuckling he says "Would of expected it to be better but it will have to do to get away from those people". He walks into the shadows of an ally thunder booming in the sky and Lightning lighting up the sky and in the shadows only making him visible for a short period of time.