Doctor Who_ Bad Therapy - Matthew Jones [120]
‘Don’t turn away when I’m talking to you!’ Gordy had wanted it to sound like a threat, but somehow it came out as a plea. ‘I need to explain. I need you to understand.’
The grey-suited man’s eyes flickered in Gordy’s direction. ‘What can you do for me? You’re useless. A coward. I have no further use for you. Leave me.’
‘No! You can’t mean that!’
Something in Moriah snapped. He strode over to Gordy, picked him up in his huge hands. For a second Gordy could see his large grey eyes close up, eyes that were filled with contempt. And then Moriah threw him across the room, and his body smashed through the fire exit and crumpled in a heap in the alleyway.
‘That was uncalled for!’ the Doctor cried out, as he watched Gordy Scraton slump to the ground outside the club.
Moriah whirled round to face the Doctor. ‘Really? And exactly when did your opinion start to count for anything?’
‘Ever since I started getting in your way, at a guess,’ the Doctor said, brightly.
‘Otherwise, you’d still be ignoring me.’
Moriah towered over the Doctor. ‘I warn you Doctor, you are being extremely foolish. If you really cared about the people of this city you would allow me to collect my –’
‘Toys?’ The Doctor quipped. ‘That about sums you up, doesn’t it? You are really a very spoilt child, Moriah. Don’t you understand, your Toys have outgrown you.’
‘Doctor, I have no quarrel with the people of this world. Not yet.’
The Doctor was genuinely surprised by this remark. ‘No quarrel! And what do you call kidnap and murder? Your homicidal taxi cab hasn’t exactly been proffering the hand of friendship, has it?’
Moriah waved away this accusation. ‘The device brought me a few dozen people. No more than that.’
The Doctor closed his eyes for a moment. ‘Can’t you hear what you are saying?’ he asked, eventually.
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Moriah ignored the remark. ‘You know, I should be grateful to you, Doctor.
After all, it was your companion who led me to Earth in the first place.’
‘What?’ The Doctor was aghast. ‘What do you mean?’
‘I had travelled the Galaxy searching for appropriate material for my work.
After every fruitless quest I would return to the chamber beneath Petruska’s palace on Kr’on Tep to begin my search a fresh. On occasion, I walked amongst my people on the surface of the planet, even though I could never announce my presence.’
The Doctor snorted. ‘Yes, they might have asked you some rather difficult questions.’
‘When I heard that my descendent, Yr’canos, had brought back a human female from Earth to be his queen, I set the gateway for this world.’
The Doctor ran his hands through his hair, feeling the heavy weight of responsibility settle upon him. Every decision, every event created ripples in the Universe. The ripples could merge, rebound off the infinite dimensions of time and space in unforeseeable ways. But why did so many of them have to lead directly back to his actions!
‘Don’t you see, Moriah? You only make me more determined to stop you. I cannot allow you to continue to trample on these people.’
‘If you do not return the Toys to me, I will unleash more of the gelatinous devices upon this city. Return the Toys to me. They are mine by right.’
‘No, Moriah, you lost the right to the Toys a long time ago.’
‘It is your choice, Doctor. Return the Toys to me or this city will become the site of my revenge.’ Moriah stared at Tilda for a moment before turning on his heel and striding out of the dancehall.
‘Stay in the car!’ Carl ordered Jack, as he clambered out to help Gordy. Jack immediately tried to escape, only to find the back doors of the Rover were locked and wouldn’t open. He started to climb over the front seat, but Carl pushed him back over as he returned, dragging a raving Gordy behind him.
Jack looked at Gordy Scraton in horror. The man had completely lost his marbles. He sat in the passenger seat, his eyes wild and unseeing. He was clenching and