Blue Boxes, Blue Daises, and Blue Blood

Hello hello! This chapter is told from Victoria's perspective.

See ya around! - VG



I looked up at the shining city. It was lit perfectly by the
three suns so that a prism effect took place within every building. A spectrum
of color.


I took Seth’s hand and pulled him towards it.

Before we knew it, we were flying through the blue daisies,
plowing through, each aqua head snapping off and whirling around us in a cyan


I tripped over my own two feet and fell headlong into the
flowers, dragging Seth with me. We laughed hard and long, lying in the flowers
on a bed of moss.


“Is this what you do all the time? Danger, adventure,
magic….” Seth asked.


I laughed, “I wouldn’t call it magic….. But yeah, pretty


He grinned, picking a blue daisy nearest him. He tugged off
most of the stem, turned to me and stuck it behind my ear.


“There.” He smiled.


“Gee, I already smell like wildflowers – perfume. Covers up the
fact that I hardly bathe. Hard to get a good shower when you’re hopping through
space and time…..actually, went to the year 6012 once……they don’t bathe
anymore. They just step into this little box which vaporizes all the stuff off
you. Makes you smell like ruddy plastic though. Everywhere I went for weeks
afterward, people kept asking me, “Why do you smell like plastic?” It was a


Seth laughed, “Do you realize you ramble a lot?”


“Yeah, I’m told that often.”


I sat up.


“Correct me if I’m wrong, but does it seem quiet to you?”


Seth sat up as well.


“What do you mean?”


“We’re right next to a city in the year,” I glanced at my
watch, “4000. It’s a human colony. You lot are still pretty noisy with your
engines and cars and whatnot. I don’t hear a thing though…..strange.” I sat up.
I headed towards the city, pushing through the daisies. Something was going on
– and I wanted to know what.







Newman typed in the last entry onto his computer.

The digital hologram of the DNA strand on the projector
beside him adjusted itself to the entry.

“Finally. The cure to the common cold.” He breathed, turning
to the hologram which rotated slowly.


I’m afraid you’re mistaken, Bill….


Bill Newman spun his chair around.

And screamed his last.



We walked down the main street of
the city together. Newspapers blew lazily through the alleys like tumbleweeds.

The place was abandon. Not a
single soul remained. Feral dogs lurked in the shadows, watching us with
glinting eyes.


“This place is giving me the
heebie-jeebies.” I murmured, glancing left and right – I was half expecting to
see a ghost.


“You’re telling me.” Seth
muttered, rubbing his bare arms, trying to rid himself of his goose bumps.


A figure materialized out of the
darkness cast by the tall glass buildings……glass buildings with shadows –


“Look! Over there!” Seth pointed
to the figure.


“I know, I saw it.” I whispered.


The figure stepped into the
sunlight. It was a woman wearing a black dress and hood. Her eyes were a vivid
blue, across the entire surface. Blue liquid dripped from the corner of her


“Child! How dare you bring it
into the city! Get away! Get away!” She flicked her hand at me.


White wisps of hair protruded
from beneath the hood. The fringe at the bottom of the hood, which rested on
her shoulders, blew round in the light breeze.


“Bring what? I don’t understand!”


She hobbled towards me. “The
flower, child! Beware the Blues! Beware!” She coughed hoarsely, leaning


She plucked the blue daisy from
behind my ear, throwing it to the ground. The woman crushed it underfoot and
hobbled away, into the darkness of the alley.


I blinked, confused. “The
daisies? What harm can a flower do?” I murmured, stooping down to pick up the
crumpled mess of petals.


I withdrew my sonic from my
trench coat pocket and scanned it. It read normal – a slight mutation, but
nothing to worry about.

I frowned, putting my sonic away
and letting the flower drop to the ground.


Seth was still staring into the alley.
“Her eyes. They were completely blue – every bit of them – blue!”


“Come on. Let’s go see where the
rest of the population has gone to.” I tugged on his hand and led him deeper
into the haunted glass city.





We eventually arrived upon a
grouping of greenhouses made of, what else, green glass. Many were shattered
and broken, vines and tendrils draping out of them.


Picking my way across the shards,
I found that most of the greenhouses were filled with variations of the blue
daisy. Blues, the woman called them.


Some were white and blue; others
were odd colors, like green and pink.

Some were shriveled and dead but
most thrived and blossomed.


I stepped out of the greenhouse
and made my way back to Seth.


“Look’s like those flowers were
some kind of manmade hybrid.” I told him.


“That still doesn’t explain why
that woman said they were dangerous.” He countered.


I nodded. “Let’s look around some
more. There’s bound to be an explanation somewhere. An entire city full of
people can’t just be devoid of life like that,” I snapped my fingers, “They
have to be here somewhere. Dead or alive.”


Seth swallowed fearfully and
followed me beyond the greenhouses.


One glass tower stood out from
the rest. A great metal plaque across the double doors read, Sylvain Industries – Building a Better Future.

I used my sonic to get in, Seth
at my heels. The place would have been quite dark had it not been for the glass
walls. Light reflected down in narrow beams along the dusty hallway.

The sharp smell of blood – human
blood – filled my nostrils.

I walked down the hall
cautiously, following the rank smell.


It was coming from a room with
solid walls, made of cement. I stepped into the cubicle, stark against the rest
of the see-through building.


The only light in the room came from
a computer screen which showed a string of commands against a bright blue

A body was slumped against the


Shivering, I turned to a
holographic projection of a DNA strand nearby.


“Is it safe?”


I’d forgotten Seth.


“Yeah. If you don’t mind dead
people.” I said grimly, passing my hand through the projection experimentally.


It only flickered. All right, so
it wasn’t interactive – what in the heck was it for?


I studied the strand and noticed
several mutations along it. It reminded me of….


“The daisies!” I said aloud,
peering closer at the strand.


It was the genetic makeup of the


Out of the corner of my eye, I
saw Seth in the doorway.


“Oh gawd. Who was he?” He asked,
avoiding the body by sliding across the wall towards me.


“Not sure.” With that, I walked
over to the body, pushing it up by its chest as to see his face.


The man was pudgy with a
comb-over atop his shiny bald head. Round glasses were set askew on his hooked
nose. His ID badge read, Newman, Bill.

“Hello, Bill,” I murmured, looking over the body, “How did you die then?”


There were no wounds, no evidence
as to why the poor fellow had died – besides the stricken look plastered on his
pasty white face.


I looked up to the computer

Two words were typed below the
string of commands.

Just two words.


Bad Wolf.


I stumbled back from the screen
in shock. The Bad Wolf? No….it can’t be! Mum and the Doctor defeated that thing
– it never came back.....unless…..It never left.


I shuddered, my eyes fixed upon
the glaring screen.


“Victoria? Victoria, what is it?” Seth asked, resting
his hand on my shoulder.


“Seth….I think we’re out of our
league here.”


He squeezed my shoulder.


“What’s wrong?” He asked gently.


Bad Wolf.


That’s what was wrong.




We left the building. I’d taken
the holographic information and stored it on my sonic.

It might come in handy later.

Night was falling fast and the
seven moons had reached the zenith of their journey across the sky.

The stars were coming out one by
one as a triple sunset painted the sky brilliant colors.


The missing inhabitants of the
city began to appear as the stars did – one by one. They crept from the
shadows, men, women and children. All of them had blue liquid either dripping
from their lips or crusted round their mouths. Their eyes glowed blue in the

They murmured and whispered,
gathering round us.


Seth and I pressed against each
other in the growing throng.


“Now we know what happened to the
people. And I’ll bet you ten quid that it has to do with Newman and the


The murmuring had grown to a mild
clamor of people, asking questions, begging for help, crying, coughing,




The crowd grew still.


An old man with tired eyes rose
above the crowd, standing on an overturned crate.


“These newcomers must be treated
with kindness. And they must be warned,” He turned to us, “Leave us. This place
is not safe. A plague has swept through the city. Leave now, before you die as
our brothers and sisters have.”


The crowd echoed his words, “Yes,
leave us! Go!”


All around me I saw a sea of
glowing blue eyes. These people were ill and dying. There was no way in the
entire universe that I was going to leave them to fend for themselves.


“LISTEN to me!” I roared.


Silence fell once more.


“We’ve come to help you! All of
you! Does anyone here know a man named Bill Newman?”


The crowd stirred as one,
murmuring, agitated.


“Yes, we know the demon. He has
brought this curse upon our heads.” The old man called.


The crowd echoed agreement.


“I’m sorry; I didn’t catch your
name….”  I said to him, politely.


“I am Joseph Waters. I lead these
people now, after our governor died from the plague.”


The man was dark in complexion.
He wore tattered jeans and a multicolored, frayed, sweater.

Most wore clothes in the same
condition in this city.


“We’ve lived in ruin for the past
month. Took about a week to fall this far since Newman spread his cure for the
common cold round,”


“Hold on,” I held up one hand to
stop him, “What cure?”


Joseph shook his head, “Said it
was gonna be one of man’s greatest achievements he did. Did it through the
daisies. The pollen was a cure for the common cold. A miracle. The oldest
illness finally gone, forever. But it backfired. It mutated and created an
illness that was entirely new.”


I looked around the faces in the
crowd. That was what was wrong with these people.


Joseph wiped a streak of blue
liquid of his face and continued, “There was something not quite right about
Newman. After he finished his cure, he looked different…. Talked different too.
Friend of mine who worked down at Sylvain Industries said that his eyes glowed
in the dark. Said he went into his office one day and saw someone dead across
the keyboard of his computer. He hurried out just as Newman was heading in.
Man’s a demon, sure ‘nough.”


I frowned. Now that didn’t make
any sense. The body that Joseph’s friend had seen had been Newman. So who had
been going into Newman’s office? Someone had killed him and replaced him. I
shuddered involuntarily.


“Newman’s dead.” I said suddenly.


The crowd gasped.


“He was the body at the computer.
The man who announced that he had completed the cure for the common cold was a


More gasps floated into the


“How can this be?” Someone cried
above the throng. More cries echoed above them.

“We don’t know!” I shouted.


 They stopped.


“But we’ll get to the bottom of
this, I promise.” I added, for good measure.


Murmurs drifted through the
crowd. They escalated to low hushed panic tones.


“OI!” I screamed.


All eyes were on me.


“What happened to the human


Confusion was the only thing I
saw on their faces.


“My father admired humans because
they never. Gave. Up.”


A few nodded while others craned
their necks to get a better view.


“Don’t give up. Because as long
as the Doctor and I are around, there will always be hope. Never forget that.”

I pushed my way through the
crowd. I didn’t look back to see if Seth was following.

I closed my eyes and smashed
through the living mass of people all around me.

Humans never gave up. And neither
would I.




An alien creature that resembled a doe, only lavender,
pricked up its ears.


The sound of an ancient grinding engine filled the peaceful
meadow of blue daisies.


It pricked up its ears and leapt away as a blue box materialized
in the midst of the flora.


The door creaked open.


The Doctor had arrived.

The End

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