Doctor Who_ Bad Therapy - Matthew Jones [84]
Gordy became aware that someone was speaking. It was the devil.
‘Scraton, this is your last chance. Destroy them immediately or our associa-tion is over. Do you hear me?’
And then Gordy knew that he wasn’t going to pull the trigger. He couldn’t.
Whatever it took to pull the trigger of a gun he didn’t have it. He felt a curious stillness for a moment and then the Doctor’s hand closed around the gun and he lifted it out of Gordy’s fingers.
‘When it comes down to it, killing is so much harder than you think it will be,’ the Doctor said.
‘Maybe for you,’ said a young voice, ‘but not for me.’
Gordy turned to see Carl climb to his feet. He picked up his razor from the floor where the Doctor had discarded it. ‘You should have let me see to them in the first place, Gordy. You should have trusted me. I wouldn’t ever let you down.’
Gordy looked at the Doctor. The little man’s eyes were full of fear and alarm.
Jack had been watching the Doctor’s exchange with Gordy from where he lay on the floor. The Doctor was hypnotic. It was as if he had talked the gangster out of killing them with his words. Somehow Jack knew that the Doctor’s words wouldn’t have any effect on the psychotic Carl.
He’d have to help the Doctor himself.
Jack rolled on to his back and pulled his bound arms over his legs. His hands were still tied together, but at least now they were in front rather than behind him. Hoping that the same trick would work twice, Jack slipped behind the knife-wielding man and grabbed hold of the glass sphere.
The last time he’d held it, the glass had been dark and cold. Now it was ablaze with light and was warm, almost hot to the touch.
‘Right, listen to me, all of you,’ he shouted. ‘Let the Doctor go, or I’ll smash this thing into a thousand pieces.’
Gordy, Carl and the Doctor swung round as one. Strangely it was the Doctor who appeared to be most disturbed by his actions.
‘No, Jack, put it down. You mustn’t hold the device while it’s activated. It’s more dangerous than you can know.’
‘It’s our chance to get out of here. Come on, Doctor.’ Jack backed away, until he was next to Mikey and Dennis. The brightness of the globe was making it hard to see the others in the dark room. The tips of his fingers started to 140
tingle, as if he had a bad case of pins and needles. The sensation crept up his arms and through his whole body. He tried to speak, but his mouth was engulfed by the tingling even as the first word was leaving his throat.
‘Doc–’
Jack felt an unbearable pressure against his eyes and ears and chest for a moment and then. . . nothing.
‘Bleeding Hell!’ Gordy shrieked, as more of the emerald light escaped from the globe creating a halo around Mikey, Dennis and Jack. The light intensified for a tiny moment, like a star exploding and then it died away completely.
‘Where’ve they gone?’ Gordy’s question was answered by the mocking laughter of his devil, which echoed around the cellar. The three lads had completely disappeared.
The Doctor pushed past him heading for the stairs. ‘To the home of your demon. I told you that was a device for travelling through time and space.’
Gordy glanced around the cellar. How could he contact the devil if he didn’t have the crystal ball? Panic gripped him. How could he apologize to his devil if he couldn’t speak to him? How could his devil forgive him?
The Doctor disappeared through the doorway, leaving Gordy and Carl alone in the darkened room.
The Doctor tore out of Gordy’s nightclub headquarters and into the busy streets of Soho. If he was quick he would be able to follow their trail back to the Psychiatric Institute in the TARDIS, avoiding the time-consuming task of calculating the hospital’s five dimensional coordinates. He didn’t like to think what Moriah would have planned for Jack, Mikey and Dennis when they arrived in Healey.
The streets were thick with people and it was an effort to dart between them and navigate a course