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Monsters in the Mist: A Doctor Who Adventure Inspired by: http://amyisalittledecoy.deviantart.com/art/Monsters-in-the-Mist-373376950 Moscow was misty that night. Snow fell down and the streets were empty but for a lone figure who was drunk and mumbling to himself in sloppy Russian. Abram Tarasov walked along, in the middle of the road, stumbling stupidly, holding the beer bottle aloft. He had a round face, a thin mouth that was dribbling as he took another swig. His matted hair was damp underneath a cap as the mist clung all around him, obscuring his already volatile vision. Then he saw it. A figure, seemingly rise up out of the mist, there

Third POV Fang Cursed as he dove in and out through wispy clouds. The sky was darkening as he had been flying north for a week. A WEEK. A week in which Madison was holed up in that bloody school probably chained, bruised and muddy. And it was ALL. HIS. FAULT. There was an attraction between them. Fang knew it had been rushed, I mean what kind of- For god's sake in a couple of days they had met *ahem*, made out and her had told her everything. This wasn't Fang. It wasn't Fang-like. He was supposed to be the cool, silent but deadly, sophisticated one. Ok, maybe not quite sophisticated. But, y'know...James Bond. Ok, grasping at straws here.

Chapter 3 Guys!! Please Review etc By now, the adults in the living room had had enough of Hannah's dawdling. Her mother was quite fed up of it and was about to go out of the room to speak to her rude daughter when Professor Longbottom did the honours.  He poked his head around the doorway to stare at the two girls for a moment, before a wide, crooked grin bloomed on his face. "Alicia!" he cried, positively jovial, "Alicia, why I haven't seen you since you were ohh, about nine! How's your father?" Hannah felt like she was watching a game of ping pong as she looked back and forth between her best friend and the big eared bloke. To Hannah's g

Third Person POV The Crate was dark, musty and sodden, for Madison Wright could not stop crying. Her back gently throbbed as the sadness wracked her body. She was cramped, she was hurt and, most importantly, she was without Fang. The last time she had seen him was when she'd been in the middle of being dragged of by the strange men. It pained her heart to have to remember the pain and the gut wrenching sorrow that ached throughout her. But she had only the memories, memories of her and Fang; kissing, hugging, walking and smiling. Bitter. She couldn't think, her mind was blank but for the last memory. Her lip trembled as tears continued to

Chapter 2 Hannah was still staring after about half a minute and the man who called himself Professor Longbottom was becoming increasingly awkward. Then, out of the kitchen, Hannah's mother came out. "Hannah, who on earth is it? There's a right draft!" She caught sight of Professor. "Oh, hello." Hannah's cheeks burnt. As soon as her mother set sights on a man even remotely attractive (Not that Hannah thought he was, but that's beside the point) she was flirting. Hannah scoured the man's hands, praying there was a wedding ring or something. She breathed a sigh of relief and elbowed her fawning mother, who was by now inviting the poor man int