A. Kettler

Virus, Lovely (short)

A scream pierced the air, shrill and wretched it hung in the chilled spring air. Just a few days ago Ta-Da would have been unaware of what could have caused the scream. Just a few days ago he had been blissfully unaware of his own warped existence pushing him towards the unachievable goal to cure humanity. But still, he lumbered towards the scream, distorted body aching with every step. Why had he awoken? Why did none of the other Doctors seem to have the same awareness he had? How long had he existed, blissfully unaware of what he had become?