Doctor Who: The Sontaran Stratagem Novels & Stories

“Ah, I was wondering about when you were going to make your move, doctor, but I think you are entirely different from what they said about you.” Antonio said as he calmly continued pissing and his grey eyes stared at me in interest and curiosity. “So no introductions needed, good. Then you will know why you are about to die right now.” I said sarcastically when he finished and pulled up his zipper and pointed at the sink, asking silently to wash his hands. I narrowed my eyes at him, but when he moved toward the sink, I didn’t stop him. I kept following him with my knife still an inch away from one of his arteries.

The signal. "What did you just do?" "Called for help. You didn't think I'd come alone, did you?” The door exploded open. Frank came through first, gun raised. Six armed men followed. "Dr. Chen. Step away from the doctor." Chen didn't move. "You're making a mistake." "The only mistake I made was letting you breathe this long." Frank advanced slowly. "Drop the scalpel." "Antonio won't let this stand." "Antonio thinks you're a liability. You think he cares about you? One phone call, one planted document, and Antonio will have you killed within the hour."

"Dr. Kane will be with you in just a moment." Then she was gone. I sat on the couch, hands folded, trying to calm my racing heart. This was Sophie's ex-husband. What would he be like? Would it be awkward? Would he mention Sophie? There was a knock. "Ms. Hartley? May I come in?" The voice was deep, smooth. "Yes." The door opened. Dr. Vincent Kane stepped inside and I forgot how to breathe. Sophie hadn't mentioned that her ex-husband looked like he'd walked straight out of a magazine. Tall, easily over six feet, with dark hair and striking blue-gray eyes that focused on me with an intensity that made my skin warm.

The standoff in the ruins of Detroit—later known in the Archive as the "Incident of the Unyielding Root"—had brought the planetary organism to a standstill. Avery Vane-Thorne’s threat to activate the Somatic-Suicide-Protocol had created a "Logic-Loop" in the Sombra-Net. The system’s primary directive was to Preserve Life, but the protocol forced a choice: allow the "Entropy" of the Severed to exist, or attempt to "Heal" them and trigger a massive, self-inflicted biological collapse.

A low threatening growl sounds from Than’s chest, his aura emits from him…suddenly making the room suffocating “But, I’m sure your age will play a key factor in your recovery. I’m sure things will be just fine.” There was something laced behind the Doctor’s tone…some kind of forced response.

So it's always good to let him speak less when it's not necessary. “Thirdly the killer has great knowledge about the human body that most doctors don't have and while torturing he always avoids the vital points that may cause his victims to bleed internally and die. And with the dead body, he gives a detailed autopsy report like a killing signature. So there's no doubt that the killer is a doctor or used to be a doctor or a genius medical student and the latter is the least possible.” “So then, What do we call him? Dr. Killer?” This time it was Mr. Gray who spoke.

Solen Madrid came to a halt and looked at their master, who sat in front of her. “Did you know they kicked your daughter out of the mansion?” She shook her head and took a deep breath. “I do not know where your daughter is going. TSK.” Solen bowed because it was her fault her plan had failed. Scarlet Knights, as their master pointed out, are a dangerous opponent. “Mr. Smith,” “How is Solen, Doc?” The Doctor sighed and handed the laptop to Mr. Smith. “I noticed a strange medicine, and I’m not sure what it is; I don’t know where they got the medicine that will numb a person’s entire body,” said the doctor, shaking his head as he clarified how to treat Solen.

How dare a mere Pack’s Doctor touch my possession! Caught up with madness, I barged inside, and the door broke. The Doctor turned towards me to offer a salutation. However, my impulsive action rendered his gesture futile as I swiftly lunged toward him and seized his collar in an upward motion. My arm was now covered in fur, and my claws had become sharpened. With great force, I grasped his neck and tightened my grip. Using significant force, I forcefully pressed him against the wall with my hand, constricting his neck. Despite this, upon examining his countenance, he appeared to flinch noiselessly as if he was not experiencing any discomfort.

My entire body felt so incredible that I couldn't even think straight or care if he was right or wrong. Soon, I could feel a stream flowing beneath me. He roughly pried my legs apart and took in the sight. "The flow of the toxic energy is too slow. I need to clear it for you." Then, he pulled out his huge manhood and aimed straight at me. Fuck! A size like that would totally break me! I began to panic. This wasn't a doctor's visit; it was an affair! I quickly snapped my legs shut, but Chad was far too strong. He shoved them wide and threw them over his shoulders.

Sora said. He knelt and pressed his hand into the ash. The ground rippled. A low-frequency vibration traveled through the earth, acting as a sonar. He felt the impact of heavy boots three miles to the North. Six signatures. Faster than humans. Stronger than Vardan. "They’re coming for the blood," Sora said, standing up. "They think the Progenitor Strain is a resource to be reclaimed." Vardan drew his combat blade, the obsidian surface catching the dim light of the violet embers. "How long?"