The Doctor

Thump.

Thump.

T h u m p.

Blood spilled from her teeth, dripping to her lap and pooling among her knees, leaving a trail that slipped under the door as though the blood itself was trying to run away from the woman. The dress laid among her, soaked as though it itself bled, wounded heavily as it crumpled among The Doctor. The sound of murder whispered from her lips, the gnashing, the squelches, the cracks and the tears. No gloves covered her skin, she almost shined under the dim light bleeding through the fogged window, splattered in crimson liquid and smoky. The light from the other side came through struggling to drop dead before reaching her back, tinged scarlet as it fell against 6's cowl. She continued to dine, her gaze empty as she brought her hand back to her mouth, fingers laden with flesh.

Without it, she wouldn't have enough to be repurposed for her... Replacement.

Focus came back to her eyes, only long enough for her gaze to brush against the edge of the knife. The butcher knife that had taken her fucking arm.

And then her gaze flirted with the limb, teasing at it's edges before she found the stump that had previously been attached to her. The blood coated, silken fingers still twitched as it lay in it's own small pool of blood. A fresh ivory white shard of bone still pierced out from the red and yellows of fat and muscle. She looked down, raising her elbow, shoulder struggling as her bicep pulled at the cracked bone, all that remained of her elbow. She tilted her head slightly, watching it twitch and steam as the bone lengthened slowly, tendons wrapping around as they pulled themselves along the spire, stretching over like sheets over a mattress. Pity, this one didn't seem so... Interesting. She looked back to the corpse, realizing her hand had buried itself once more into the cavity she'd dug into it's chest, fingers wrapped around a fleshy rib. She twisted hard and it cracked, before yanking it from the corpse's grip.

Time to eat.

An uneasy silence settled over the room like a blanket, cooking everything within.

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Despite the cold, a stick of incense still burned behind the Doctor on the bookshelf as she indulged herself, a book resting in one of her hands, the other rather preoccupied with the cigar that half rested against the ashtray on her desk. She brought it back to her lips after a short flick, taking a deep pull from it, kindling the embers dancing at the tip.

She let it rest as she held her breath, flicking the crumbling white extremities into the ashtray, wisps of smoke escaping from her nose before she tilted her head to the side to exhale, a vague scent of blueberry and cinnamon floating up to mix with the thick scent of sandalwood burning. She continued reading, the book really only an excuse to take more time than necessary to burn through the cigar. It was on anatomy, a favorite she'd picked up on her many travels torching book stores. Sometimes, she'd find something she wanted to take, before the kerosene reached it.

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Luckily, she'd salvaged this one from dusty shelves before they were cleaned with fire.

Again, she devolved into silence, only hearing the rustle of the pages when she occasionally turned them.

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Crunch.

“Hope you didn’t need that.”

The figure straightened, an arm resting in their clasped hand. An arm tipped with a gloved hand, the dress’ sleeve ripped in half, still clinging to it. It’s original owner sat against the wall of the hallway, clutching the stump that had replaced her shoulder as she grimaced, glancing up as blood poured from the wound, coating her side as her blood-spritzed beak tilted up, rose and crimson lenses glaring up at her live company.

“They assured me you would be a problem. Apparently, they overestimated.” They commented, stepping back as they rolled their shoulders, pulling a gun from their waistband. The pistol glinted in the dim yellow light, born from the window resting to the left of the Doctor’s silhouette. The sun was losing its battle, dying on the horizon as it sank below. The Doctor remained silent, watching the mouth of the barrel line up with her left eye. Below the mask, she only watched, no emotion. She was not afraid, only vaguely perturbed. Perhaps annoyed. Her shoulder tingled, she felt it awakening. Phantom pain would cease to be phantom soon, but perhaps the bullet would come first.

A resounding bang filled the hallway, the figure pressing a finger to one of their ears. “Shit, echoey son of a bitch.” They muttered, glancing down the hallway, the yellow light evolving into a fierce pink slowly, caught in the middle as it painted their cheeks. The sound of flesh tearing whispered beneath the ring in their ears, unfortunate that they didn’t hear. A large, clawed hand slammed into their face, fingers latching around their head as O5-6 stood, walking forwards to slam the figure’s face into the wall. She pressed further in, hand clenching tighter as blood began to drip, a muffled yelp slipping out from between pulled lips and bare teeth as the Doctor continued, refusing to let up.

Shattered glass stuck to the beak, sparkling in the light as she stared with the other, a black and bloody hole staring out at the figure’s head, currently beginning to crack.

“Pity, they told me the same about you.”

She pressed hard, squeezing harder before the skull cracked, blood pouring among what were tentatively her fingers and wrist. She let go, stepping back as the body and crushed head slid along the wall downwards toward the floor before crumpling over as the Doctor brushed her dress off with her remaining normal arm, despite it doing nothing but smearing the blood that covered her.

“What a mess…” She stepped back, over one of the bodies before turning away, bending over to pick up her arm, holding it in both hands as she looked it over, before holding it at arms length to look at the stump of where it used to connect to her shoulder. “Shouldn’t be too difficult to put this back on…”

She nodded slowly, holding it in one hand as she walked down the hallway, beak colored red, pink and white as she passed the window.