The Internal War

The Internal War

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Submitted: May 01, 2017

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The Internal War

 

A short story by Ethan D. Pond

 

The T.A.R.D.I.S. materialized on an important date, one that would kick-start one of the worst wars in human history. It was June 28th, 1914. The Doctor, without checking the time, walked outside with a big grin on his face. His brown trench coat bunched up around his feet and hid his blue suite very well, but the convers stuck out like sore thumbs. His hair was spiked in a way that would get disapproving reactions from anyone in this time period. He had deep brown eyes that were warm and welcoming.

 

On the other hand, his companion, Martha Jones, was a short black woman with her hair in a bun, and revealing cloths, especially for the time period.

 

“Well, Martha, how do you like it so far?”, the Doctor asked in an obviously fake cockamamie accent.

 

“Well, it certainly looks old”, she pointed-out as she exited the time machine. The city streets were old. The houses were fairly old-fashioned. They strolled along a road for a few minutes before parade cars started passing by. The Doctor noticed right away the couple in the first car. Franz and Sophie Ferdinand sat there and waved. The Doctor immediately tried to leave, but noticed that Martha had been lost in the parade crowd.

 

“MARTHA!!!”, he called many times out for her. Suddenly, Martha was the least of his problems. He saw a man with a hand grenade walk slowly around the edge of the crowd where he was meandering. The man pulled the pin and launched.

 

“FRANZ! Look out!”, the Doctor yelled just in time for the hand grenade to bounce of the archduke’s hands into the car behind him. The Doctor knew what he had done was wrong, but he didn’t have time to think as Martha shot back into his mind.

 

The man with the grenade had already run off as a horde of angry people chased him. The Doctor started to yell for Martha again, as a man with a pistol grabbed him and shut him up. He dragged him back behind a bush, where he was also keeping Martha tied up.

 

“Doctor! You idiot! I was hoping you could save me, but I guess not,” Martha said ungratefully.

 

“Don’t worry, Martha. I have this under control”, he murmured sarcastically while being tied up.

 

“You two came out of that “police box”, right?,” the man shivered and spoke with confused fear.

 

“Yea. Why?” The cockamamie accent was very prevalent.

 

“You don’t belong here either then.”

 

“No, we don’t.”

 

“Then you can take the blame for me.”

 

“No, I will not. I can’t stop him from dying, but you can let us leave, please.”

 

“I think if you go down, I won’t have to. Get ready cause here he comes,” the pistol man got up, but suddenly passed out before he could go towards Franz. The Doctor was shocked, but the man was asleep. He noticed the whiskey bottles around the near area. He was drunk.

 

“Martha, go to the T.A.R.D.I.S.,” the Doctor commanded as he realized what he was about to do. Martha grunted and left realizing what he was about to do. As she left, she shed a tear.

 

“Franz, I’m sorry, I am so, so, sorry,” the Doctor whimpered in disdain of what he had to do. He dragged the man and dropped him on the curb as the car approached. He shot twice. The bullets seemed to flow in slow motion for the Doctor. It hit Franz’s head square on. The Doctor fitted the gun into the drunk’s head as he was woken up by the gunshots. He ran back to the T.A.R.D.I.S.

 

“Martha, don’t be mad,” the Doctor pleaded.

 

“I’m not. I realize you had to do that. It’s just not fair for you to have to make this decision,” Martha argued with teary eyes.

 

“Martha, life is not fair. Not for me, you or even Franz. If I didn’t do that, history would have been harshly damaged, but what is history anymore. I don’t have to listen to them anymore, they are gone. I know its right, but I’m not always right,” the Doctor was balling, “I don’t always make the right choices, but I don’t need to.

 

“Doctor, you made the right choice.”


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