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Psych

Chapter One:

The world was dark, people hid in the shadows. Between the chimney tops of Argon Five, the triple moonlight glinted off the rooftops, and a wind whipped up, accompanied by a great grinding noise. Merging in harmony with the great machines beneath.

The resultant wind spattered against the tower that stretched out above the metropolis, the top window permanently covered in cloud. The singular occupant glanced around at the sound, before returning to the screen in front of him.

"What?" He exclaimed to no-one in particular, tearing off the scrap of paper now protruding from the machine, and storming out from the study, hopping up the spiral staircase, pausing only to bang on the door; Solid metal airship doors. Phelk adjusted his long cloak, bowtie and top hat, before banging on the door again. With almost reluctance they slid open and Phelk strode into the bright metallic surroundings brandishing the piece of paper.

"More! You want more!" The occupant of the room swung its eyestalk to gaze at him and replied in a grating metallic voice.

"YES." The Dalek kept its eyestalk trained on Phelk as he paced across the room.

"How? There are no more. Every man, woman and even child on this world are working on your 'Project'. There's no-one else left for me to 'recruit'." The Dalek continued its relentless staring, the lights on its domed head flashing in reply.

"WE MUST HAVE MORE PEOPLE." Phelk sighed and knuckled his forehead.

"We could bring in people from other planets, that way we'd get better stock, but it'll bring increased costs, higher risk of detection by the shadow proclamation and greater overcrowding."

"THAT WOULD BE… ADAQUATE."

"Right. I'll need extra funds to cover shipping costs; a lease to build more accommodation facilities and another floor 'tween me and-" Phelk gestured downwards "-them. I've got a headache again."

"IT IS INADVISABLE TO EXTEND THE TOWER VERTICALLY. THE STRUCTURE WOULD BE UNSTABLE."

"Blast, and they're never anything but miserable." Phelk kicked a metal panel, irate, and glowered at the patch of wall which would normally be a window. "Six months until it's finished. Too long if you ask me." Phelk growled and stood there for a few more minutes. He frowned, and then laughed disbelievingly, causing the Daleks to look at him. "Sorry," He apologised, "but I thought I just heard singing!"

"Yeah, that would be me!" The Doctor slid into the room. "The décor reminded me of this fantastic Viennese opera I went to in 1890." The Doctor sang a few notes. "Just couldn't help myself. Hope you don't mind me letting myself – front door was wide open and I wanted to talk about how you've enslaved a whole planet."

"Who is this man!" Phelk demanded.

"IT IS THE DOC-TOR! EXTERMINATE!"

The other Daleks joined in the chorus, getting into a frenzy.

"I'm here to shut you down." The Doctor lifted up the device in his hand- It's not a jammy dodger, but a small rectangular dark blue box with the sonic screwdriver protruding from a circular receptacle just off centre. The Doctor yanked out the screwdriver, chucked the box to Phelk who automatically caught it and legged it with a cheery 'Night night!' the walls around him flashing with the beams from the Daleks guns. Phelk looked at the box in his hands in terror as the light flashed once more, and went out, along with every single other light in the room, including the Daleks. Phelk had barely time to register this, his headache searing. The box dropped to the floor, his hands flashing to his head, letting out a yell of pain before collapsing to the floor.

Far below the Doctor whooped as he slid down the central banister of the staircase, his cheerful cry changing in a yell of surprise before crashing into and taking out the roundel at the bottom. He quickly picked it up and passed it to a footman who stood nearby, watching him in amazement.

"There you go, you're free. No more-" The Doctor pointed upward. "- they're out of business. Go party!"

The footman broke into a grin and ran outside.

The Doctor leant against the TARDIS, enjoying the sounds of jubilation and party, the first few fireworks bloomed above the rooftops, he ducked into the TARDIS, and a moment later the great grinding noise rang out, merging with the continued fireworks, and a wind whipped up with a flash of lightning, the wind rushed out outwards, gusting over the rooftops of the factories towards the tower which swayed and creaked.

The motion stirred Phelk as he rolled himself over, disorientated by the lack of light and the resultant apparent lack of ceiling, he slowly stumbled to his feet, cursing the lack of light, windows and occasionally 'that ruddy Doctor' as he inched his way round, bumping into stationary Daleks, workstations and finally the metal doors, still firmly shut. More cursing followed as Phelk made his way back towards the workstations, finding it rather too soon and was sent sprawling over the console, hitting nearly every button on there before slipping off the end snagging a lever as he went. There was a whir and the lights returned, revealing the maze. Phelk rushed over to the door, slamming the now obvious door button, and flinging himself out as soon as they parted far enough.

Behind him the eye of a Dalek that was connected to the main console lit up and swung around.

Phelk rested his head against the cool glass of the window in his study, trying to work out what had happened. A wind whipped up. Phelk checked round for open windows when he realised it was also accompanied by a roaring that grew and grew and grew, making the walls rattle and the floors shake and quiver. With a horrid sickening realisation Phelk realised what was happening.

"NO!" He yelled in terror, hurtling up the spiral stairs, reaching the top just to see the Dalek ship wrench itself off into the clouds, the wake nearly dragging him from the tower then and there if he hadn't been clinging onto the railings of the stairs for dear life. He remained there, frozen in fear and shock, clung to the railings tighter than a limpet whilst around him the tower creaked and settled, and creaked again. There was a jolt, as though falling out of bed in the morning, and a wind slowly picked up, rushing through the cloud by Phelk, gradually gaining in strength, a wind Phelk realised as they broke through the bottom of the cloud cover, that wasn't so much rushing past him as he was rushing past it.

He yelled in terror as the golden disc of the Dalek ship hurtled past him, spewing out fiery death upon the people below. The tower swung round, a wide looping sweep that was slowing their downwards progress, and revealing the terror spreading across the world. He clung on as they swept over the eye, a large lake that supplied most of the water for the area, and the lake in which the foot of the tower almost stood. Phelk watched as they whipped round, so close to the single ridge the place had he could almost touch it. It was low now, spinning barely above the rooftops and once more over the lake, when an errant Dalek ray hit near the base of the tower, severing it with a violent jolt that finally flung Phelk from his perch, sending him flying over the water battered by a deluge of noise as the tower twisted, crumpled and shrieked, merging with the bangs of gunfire from the Daleks and the screams of terror with the crackling of fire.

And the brief rush of the waves before he plunged into them head first.

Phelk had rarely gone swimming, and the world beneath was dark, cool and quiet. He almost rested for a moment before kicking out to the surface, treading water and watching as the Dalek ship vanished into the clouds for a final time.

A while late Phelk staggered onto shore, quickly heading to a nearby house and knocking on the door. It was flung open.

"Good lady I found myself in the lake and need to borrow a change of clothes."

"You! It's you from the tower!" She turned to grab a long knife from behind the door and turned back to see an empty street. She shouted out after him.

"I'll kill you, you filthy mind slug!"