The Story of Emily Evans

I: Killer Plastic

Six years, six years since I awoke with no memories of my past and still nothing.... We're as close to finding out who I was now as we were six years ago. There's nothing to go on, nothing except the locket I was found with, the strange symbols on it had been a clue. After all, they've never seen anything like it before. A clue, an important, broken, little clue. What good can a broken locket even be...? I had asked myself. I only still wore it because it was from my past, a past long forgotten.

I sketched a picture within my notebook. I didn't really know what I was drawing, although it looked like stars...some sort of constellation. My pencil slid off course as someone brushed past me, knocking some of the books off the table as they did so.

"Oh, my bad." I heard a voice say, from the one who made the mess. I looked towards the voice only to notice a man dressed from head to toe in black: a leather jacket, a v-neck jumper, trousers, even his shoes...they were all close to, if not, black.

"It's not a problem...." I told him as I helped to gather up all the books that fell to the floor. "The library's filled with books...sometimes you're bound to knock over a couple."

"You seem like you spend a lot of time here." He told me as he set the books back on the table.

"The best way to learn things is from a book." I told him. "They're mostly reliable, if you're looking in the right one, and completely safe. Besides...books are fun to read. There are these little worlds in each and every one just waiting to be found."

"Sounds boring...." He stated as he took out a strange device from his pocket, hitting his hand against it. "Quite boring, if you ask me. Wouldn't you actually want to explore worlds instead of reading them...?"

"And just how would you travel to another world...?" I asked him before I closed my notebook and placed it in my bag. "You'd haft to have some sort of space ship."

"And if I did...?" He responded.

"They can barely get to the moon." I pointed out to him. "How could they possibly reach another planet...?"

Suddenly his device started beeping as he turned around. "Nice chatting but I've gotta run." With that, he started to walk away, as if in a hurry but he didn't get far before he turned back around to face me. "It was nice meeting you...?"

"Emily...." I told him, a slight smile played on my lips. That name seemed less strange, less foreign, over the years the more I had used it. "Emily Evans."

"Nice to meet you, Emily Evans." The man responded, kindly. "I'm The Doctor." With that, he turned back around again.

"Doctor who...?" I tried to ask him but it was no use, there was no way he could've heard me. Just what was he doing...? I asked myself. He seemed like he could talk for forever and then he just rushed off in a hurry?

I quickly grabbed my bag off of the chair next to me before I left the library as well. The sky was pitch black, I had been in there for at least a couple hours considering the last time I saw the sky it had been bright. Once outside, I tried to find the strange man only to have lost him within the streets. Just how fast can people be...? I asked myself. Less than three or so seconds have passed and he's nowhere to be seen.

I walked down the street, heading towards home when I noticed a strange movement from one of the alleys. Curiosity got the better of me, so I went to go take a look despite a voice in my mind telling me not to. In said alley, there was nothing but a couple bins and a busted up mannequin that was half covered with a tarp.

I looked towards the bins as I heard something move. Maybe it's just a raccoon...I told myself. Or a stray dog...or a stray cat.... It could be anything, really.... That's not helping...definitely not.... I stopped my advance when I noticed one of the bins shake, followed by the mannequin. I backed up from the bins once the tarp started to fall off the mannequin.

Did...did it just move...? I asked myself as I looked at the mannequin. It did...didn't it.... Yeah, the foot was definitely twisted the other way a second ago. I bumped into a wall, slowing my departure as I watched the mannequin shuffle out of the bin. My eyes darted across the alley as I noticed a sturdy piece of wood by one of the bins.

I quickly grabbed the piece of wood before I brandished it as if it had been a bat. The mannequin tipped over the bin before it walked out as if it had been a robot. I looked at the mannequin as it stalked towards me. I held the wood up, my hands trembled. I took a step back, then another as I tried to go towards the alley's opening. However, there looked to be some bins blocking it.

Where did they come from...? I asked myself as I looked at them. They seemed to growl and shake like some kind of monster. My attention focused back towards the mannequin. One mannequin verses two bins.... Definitely not the latter....

I ran past the mannequin, who tried to reach out and grab me. I swung the piece of wood at the mannequin's head, hitting it hard yet it barely staggered. I hit it again, this time a bit harder as I brought it to the ground. I ran past it only to end up in a dead end, another building blocked my path. I backed up against that building as I dropped my piece of wood in defeat.

Just when I thought that this might just be my end, I heard a strange noise coming from the air around me. A box faded into existence right in front of me but it wasn't just any box, it looked like a blue police call box.

One of it's doors opened up as it revealed the man from earlier. "Gonna hop in or what...?" I heard him ask me. He didn't haft to ask me twice as I ran into the strange box. It was either him or that mannequin and he seemed like a safer option.

After I shut the door behind me, I looked at the inside of the box yet somehow...I didn't find it that strange. I had, after all, seen it appear in front of me out of thin air. "It's...." I started to say, my voice a bit dull. It was also still quite impressive. How can you fit this much space into a box so small...? "Impressive?"

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