#abeatorean

[theparadoctor]

Welcome To Rapid-Eye City, Chapter 5: The Abeata

Harbuir has escaped to a small cavern, illuminated by several candles. On the ground lay a corpse, shriveled up like a raisin. Above it are three blue dragonfly-like creatures the size of bats. They hover over the dead body with a certain fluidity in their movement.

“My beautiful Abeata have hatched,” Harbuir says as the creatures begin to circle him. “The Doctor will soon give birth to more of your brothers and sisters…” Harbuir closes his eyes with a smile. Seconds pass, and the smile slowly fades into a frown. He opens his eyes, which are now full of rage.

“Those Abeata are dead,” he mutters to himself. “The Doctor canceled the process…” With a shout, Harbuir runs to a cave wall and swats several candles off of their ledge. When they hit the ground, the Abeata hiss in unison.

“I can’t afford to have the Doctor alive, but I must act now. We must act now, my Abeata, and fast. And then the Doctor won’t be able to stop us. Fly, my Abeata.” The Abeata hiss and fly out of the cave. Harbuir slowly follows them toward the cave exit with a smile.

“Don’t drink the water…”

[theparadoctor]

Welcome To Rapid-Eye City, Chapter 4: Hands-On Learning

Not even the bar patrons pay mind to the screaming, convulsing Para-Doctor on the ground. He continues to flail around until he sees Harbuir on the move. He tries to crawl after him, but the pain is too great and Harbuir is moving too fast.

Son of a Dalek, the Para-Doctor thinks. What now, what do I do?

He then remembers what Jack said about will. He’s never heard anything like that before, but another sharp chest pain reminds him that he can’t afford to dismiss anything.

Okay, heal. No more pain! End this chest pain, get rid of the fire!

Nothing happens, and the pain only gets worse. As The Para-Doctor screams again, the Blowfish bartender walks up to him with another shot, a blue one this time.

“Here’s that drink you ordered,” he says.

“I didn’t order anything!” The Para-Doctor screams. “But please continue to ignore my situation!”

“Doctor, I insist…” The bartender holds the drink closer. “It will make you feel better.” The Para-Doctor then remembers the specifics of Jack’s teaching. About altering the environment for personal gain. And then he realizes he just willed his only hope into reality.

The Para-Doctor quickly grabs the glass and inhales the blue liquid. He feels it run warmly down his throat…and all across his chest. Within seconds, the pain was gone. The Para-Doctor rose to his feet.

“The Abeatorean, where’d he go?”

“Toward the back door,” he says.

“Thanks. By the way, that second drink…also free?” After a brief pause, The Para-Doctor takes off toward the door, not bothering to alert River or Jack. He crashes through the back door and winds up in a dirty, empty alley. No sign of Harbuir.

“Damn it,” The Para-Doctor mutters. He starts to head back inside and reaches for the door handle but then stops himself. After pausing in thought, he walks further down the alley.

Hands-on learning…